We are full of it ,
the stain of corrupt stained. flesh ,
that should haunt our every being .
It is what we live with ,
and feed until like an unwanted guest
stares at us from the corner of a room
and fixes its eyes  on us ,
helpless to its gaze .

     It cusses and dam s us ,
Corodes us  until its acid rain rust particles form .
It's. Rebellious   Angels drag us down
to the way of Cain  ,
Like The way of Kora we stand unflinching.
A spot on white gloss ,
like a muscle needs fibres  to tear ,
Blood to pump ,
Oxygen   to breath it is starved of such things .
A worm burrows through timber ,
as water seeps into wood ,
Is only fit for wood to be burnt ,
Set ablaze into the nights sky ,
and carbon fills the earth .

Like the toxins of cigarette smoke ,
Into lungs no longer fit to breath
It's like a ticking of a clock ,
Yet it bothers us not ,
Lot and Sodam understood it not ,
and death is its grim reaper ,
   An olive branch is cut off ,

Thrown into the flame ,
Yet one cup can cleanse a dying soul
Never to be thrown into the fire .
Sin .

Mummy looked with Johnny
at the pages of a book before
Johnny went to bed .
Is God really like that Johnny said
an old man with a beard
On a cloud of soft Philadelphia ?
And is the devil have a pointy
Stick and like  ACDC  says
Hell ain't a bad place to be Mummy ?
'. Let's  turn the page and find out "

An Ambulance raced through Ashfords
Streets  with sirens and da da da s .
and on its way past a big red bus
Today you shall be with me in paradise
emblazoned on the side .

The crow landed on the place they called the skull .
and pecked at the rock for a while .
8 " Roman nails  hammered down  into an outstretched hand .
Ahhhh a cry of agony as the nail found blood and wood below . Again the other hand a blood curdling cry ,
the Savior of the world nailed on a cross to die .
I am the way truth life ' he said and suffered for our sin .
The good Shepheard , the gate to all who might enter in .
Yet they mock and scorn the unbeliever in coffee shops
and factory's .
' King of the Jews they say come down come down today ? '
Christ '.
Jesus '.
they cuss and swear ,
Like jeering crowd Barabus call ,
The *** swear and spit .

" Arnt. You afraid of God ? said the theif  who hung next to thee
Today you will be with me in paradise my Savior said to me .

Oh Violinist of Mosul who played on the roof as Daesh advanced  ,
And children of Syria who's  Assads. Chemical bombs dropped ,  for the humble of heart ,
Christ died for thee .
For the Aragant proud ,
Christ weeps ,
and for lost sheep may he never stop searching .
Oh bitter cup of wroth out of my Fathers. hand didst. Poor .
Bread and wine ,
Pass over lamb ,
the first born
A cross on the door .

' Anun Mithaleq '.

Darkness fell  at. noon ,
a mad  cattling hell cried out as
Satans Demons danced  ,
Gods judgment Fell .
Pitch black ,
The earth shook ,
Holy of holys curtain torn ,
And a game of top trumps is played out in the heavens .
And as three hours passed ,
Christ breathed his last ,
Father into thy hands I commit thy spirit .

Oh rotting corpse ,
and linen ties in a tomb you lay .
But Gods trump card has rolled this stone away.
And where a grave of tears and spices sadly once met in death ,
A tomb stone rolled ,
He is not here ,
He has risen an Angel did say ,
Why look for the living amugst. the dead ?
Do you not know the name of the winner ?

Then one day a Farmer came and gave grave news to Amy ,
Her Father had died and by his side a bag of gold and a cross
sold for a penny .
The Gold was sold to build a Church where her Father lay.
And one Easter morn just before dawn she gave her life to thee.

Now underneath an old oak tree a crow lay slowly dying ,
and a Blackbird sung ,
a new days begun .

There you have  it Johonny said mummy now it's time for bed .

Yet in some leafy field of green where Henry Vlll might have
been a stag bellowed .

The Ghost in my machine
an hallucination of where I have been
and echoes of my past .
Of loved ones lost in a dream ,
Take good care ,
it's been fun ,
Thanks for the chat ,
and in no time at all ,
They've all gone again .
Your very kind ,
Thanks for your help ,
These platitudes really matter .
And time goes by and you and I ,
Keep sailing on from shore to shore
With two ores ,
Unlike an owl and ***** cats romance by the sand ,
there's no full moon ,
Or money wrapped in honey .
Just an endless fools singing love songs
Singing love songs for a weeping heart forever .

The best poem   I ever wrote is still inside my head ,
The best poem I never wrote simperly went to bed ,
And as time flew by ,
My thoughts and I said farewrell  ,
and tbe greater hell ,
I knew quite well ,
Forget me not ,
i need a pen and paper .
But failing that
I need a pen and paper .
In tbe street ,
On my bike ,
I know my words will perish .
Just you and I as time goes by ,
With no sword drawn beside me ,
and off they go ,
and like a dream are lost forever inside me

It's. Two in the morning and the fox began to Yelp and Yelp and Yelp .
Until the Dog decides I've. had enough fox disturb my sleep ,
I shall bark and woof and woof and woof until you go to sleep .
Then the birds sang and sang their morning chorus cheep  
, and all the while all I could hear was  
Woof. Yelp and cheep .

I awoke to eggs and bacon a whiff upon the stairs .
my Mamgu loved to cook for me
with spot the ball and find the score draw then
Off to paint with easel in hand out to grey sky's did st. go .
  Then back for lunch , tray in hand with neighbors on the tele ,
Sons and daughters. and the
Sullivan's with cups of tea and cake .
Tales of a mouse running up my Fathers trousers ,
my Aunty Jane and panda cars and
Cuckoo clocks ,
and China dogs upon  a table .
And round and round we would go on roundabouts in my Dadcu s. Old Triamph .
Then came Dr Beechings With a boo and a hiss ,
for leaving sacks on his workers heads and
how the axe fell on Ystalyfera Station
Now he and the Sheriff. Of Nottingham  would make a double act
Where's Robin Hood and little John , and that blessed silver arrow ?

What of the curtain in the train ,
Where carriages and people meet ,  
and unsteady feet pass by
by moving floor ,
I ask what's behind the curtain ?

And by my Mamgus back door a curtain hung ,
Outside the outdoor privy ,
Of mice and men let me say again ,
What s behind the curtain ?

Of lazy days of whist and pairs Mamgu and I around the table ,
Bruno  Tyson ,
Hand of God ,
evenings in front of the tele .

A mangle  ,
a washing machine that turned into Captains Log Star date ....

A road ,
Tin  cop cars  racing around a carpet ...
Bobby scampering up and down the stairs ,
The sweet shop my Aunty ran Next door .
Pink envelopes with sweets in

Then my Dadcus plot of land that over looked the mountain
So lovingly tendered ,
With peas ,
and runner beans  *** in hand and **** to pick my Dadcu loved to garden
. Now I could go on but time moves on
and heavens gates await thee ,
an infant in my Mamgus arms ,
as Poppy's pepper the fields ,
Worn on proud men's shirts ,
in remembrance of the fallen .
  And as evening called ,
Gods creation sang in beautiful sky's  as if to remember ,
the life of love given up for the servitude of many .

If I have everything ,
but you .
If all I love are ghosts and tears .
Then what if my beloved ones are lost to indifference
With nothing to sharpen my quill ,
and by bow finds not its rest ?
Only then will your book find peace in my heart .
Yet my beating heart is so weak , it's muscles once pumped ,
now grow weary .

Then awaken my soul again , so sinful thoughts do not abound .
Take this heart and nail it to your mast ,
Let this listing ship  not sink without trace ,
The raging waters not buffer its sides .
Be still .
I am waiting for you ,
With open arms waiting for you .
I am still here waiting .
That ship will reach calmer waters ,
a safe harbour ,
Come I am waiting ,
You are not alone .