I. awoke to crest fallen clouds so heavy with water ,
and wind as wild as what was left in my heart .
Intrepid it was not .
Fearful of God it had become ,
Starved of joy ,
Peace ,
For if a man is left to starve he must go hungry and thirst for food ,
For it is all he can think of .
If a man cannot find water he must thirst .
If a soul finds God and does not find rest in his word ,
and looks for it not ,
Then his fields and trees may wither ,
What was once beautiful become ugly and dry .
I stood on a mountain ,
I stand on a hill ,
With other boys beside me
the Kite master stood still .
With a Kite he stood ,
With grey sky's above ,
and released that Kite to soar above .
Thick dense clouds it soared past thicket , trees and woods .
I watched as the bird flew out of view .
The masters call
, is the faith to know ,

I stood there waiting ...

Once where serindipidy stood ,
Somewhere between luck and chance dance ,
and fortune lights up a toast to all above ,
the Kite turned back ,
Spread its wings for home .
with Faith ,
Hope and love it spread its wings .
It's master called once again

For the flies you swotted when you were young
now reside in peerless sky's ,
in The Concert halls of God
Playing Jesu joy of mans desiring .
on miniature grand pianos ,
In honor of their creator .

So pray ,
and seek ,
For I saw that Kite many hours in flight ,
as the evenings Sun sank ,
and darkened clouds asailed. It not ,
The kite in evening shadow returned ,
And even if all my friends had gone ,
The Kite masters call  ,
how long the wait
It's never to late ,
And Christ is Lord of  all ,
to the Glory of God the Father .

On London Bridge to harrowing sound ,
Of. Ambulances  sirens all around ,
and terror strikes at Londons cosmapoliton night .
Another day break ,
another dawn ,
another ****** morn .
I awoke .
The R S P C A shop left outside bags with rags and books ,
and children's toys for girls and boys ,
Open to wind and rain soon strewn accross the pavement .


Left against a wall ,
And those that leave them drive away unable to read .
To blind to see in the name of charity ,
at the end of my road ,
Fly tippers leave bags tables and chairs .
Or those who smoke outside coffee shops with espresso
and cigarette buts and chat for hours on Sunday morning streets .
Or Alex who sold the Big Issue last week ,
Who returned home as his nephew had died ,
Who won't be back soon .
And to those who pass by and don't bother to buy .
Or stay for chat ,
Or bother to ask

How are you?
Outside the coop supermarket .
Near by
And what once stood proud ,
Now pigeon finds its nest and once where table and chair  
To learned children would sit stands **** and birds nest .
Then vandals came and bid it to shame to disrepair
They left it .
Ashfords  history left to rot   .
Mad politicians the bulldozers came ,
a crazy plan left to ruin .
What The Luftwaffer failed ,
The council with Bulldozer nailed ,
Brought crashing down in ruin .

Around the corner. The church was packed with freedom songs
Inside .
To God be the Glory .
Last night the ends of the earth came to London Bridge , to Borough market evil came .
When we should go to the ends of the earth to save the Godless from hell , and
As darkness fell and young hearts beat so full of love ,
One last time
One love.

There's a flower girl in Manchester who's heart pored out in love ,
Sings in defiance ,
and after all applause has passed ,
Through tears of love so sang that sweet ever song of Sally .
And those around yet in their grief ,
and somber tone made it so she did not sing alone ,
' Sing louder '
Came a cry and many more joined in .
As helium balloons flapped in the wind ,
And Suns Ray cast its warm reflection into eyes so full of loss
the Manchester flower girl song unbroken .
Her soul slides away '
And nails implanted in the young and the dying ,
In an act of human kindness  a homeless. Man bent ,
took out the nails beside them ,
and ministered in word and deed to the bleeding .
They opened their doors to strangers,
away from the danger taxi cabs came rescued the lame ,
out of harms way .

Oh potters crown.
To shape and mould
as if man were a slab of clay ,
a crown of thorns to suffering go ,
defeated evil on a tree .

A morning star of purest light ,
Weep for those who shined so bright ,
With mirth their lives cut short .
Tattoo a bee for me so i may never stand silent ,
Broken .
Just one last time ,
Just for You to remind me ,
There really is something about you X

Dear reader have you ever wondered where the bogey man lives ?
In the hall
Under the bed
In your head ?
Well when I was small  , a sleeper train ,
to Scotland in the cupboard  as I lay awake that night ,
through rattle and hum , clunkerty clack of that rail road track .
The over night sleeper to Scotland
Then from the cover of a paper back book  ,
Came
Paper face .

Have you ever wondered of Mr Barney ?
Who when rent was due would call on you ,
and in return ask for your daughters hand in Marrage ?
To the little pigs he would go ,
With a huff and a puff ,
eat pork for tea.
beside you

Or the toy maker ,
If half an our late would make you stay late ,
and doc your pay for talking .

Or little bow peep who lost her sheep ,
Only to marry Tom Thumb only when her good friends had found them .
Now the bogey man rings and rings in my little toy town ,
and when I pick it up goes zzzzzzz.
Just a few questions today ,
I am sure we can help you ?
We're PpI
We're a computer glitch .
a style in your eye ,
we have many questions to ask you .

Then the Raven master who clipped the wings ,
so his birds could never leave the tower ,
So the Kingdom won't. Fall ,
God save us all ,
the day a Raven flys by
and the toy castle walls are broken ,
For Tom and Bow to fairy land must go ,
and leave this crazy world behind them .

I. Used to know you well ,
We used to cook fish by the sea .,
and chat ,
and laugh for what seemed like hours .
Breakfast as the sun rose ,
the waves crashed ,
   upon the shore until they could be heard no more .
My words just resemble puff clouds now that just sail by ,
and now everything I do just becomes a more
Complicated form of boredom .
Where Sea Eagles made their nests ,
their talons now lie encrust in Neolithic tombs . For,
What follows me at night ,
Keeps its distance at dawn .
My metal gods goad me to become God like ,
and spit in my face when aragance calls .
For in thirty thousand years when I. am dust
And Archeolagists turn me into an antiquity ,
Angels will still be singing your praises ,
their joyful  song untold ,
.
How our friends don't listen ,
and the bad shepheard steals
from their love feasts ,
Takes and does not put back .
The Suns setting ,
soon it's light will fade ,
Darkness will encapsulate the Suns Ray's again .
Say a prayer for the dying  ,
Say a prayer for the lost
For in daylight the heart beats
For it's in its light that Christ is found ,
Sleep well my bleeding soul .

Today is a great day ,
A new day ,
as if the old one didn't. matter .?
Tim Peakes. Picture as the earth set over the sun .
My song of hope ,
To teachers sat cheating scandal  ,
a new day would be cut short only for a new one to begin .
' Thank you for a better read if only for a little while '
But if good things must end for poetry to begin ,
And a new day dawns with Tim Peakes sun rises over this earth ,
Then a new sun must rise over thick dense cloud ,
Of waterless  tears ,
And poets dance ,  
and crows  Sing ,
and the weary traveller never rest his head ,

For twilight. Is near ,
Is ever present  ,
And he who slumbers shall never find rest .
And to fail is to never try ,
To live is to never die ,
As Lucy stood tall to **** **** a girl guides pride and joy ,
Dare mighty things ,
Failure is not an option ,
And thirty five poems on ,
Still going strong ,  
Because of new day ,
I can gladly say ,
Happy Birthday to Phil
The poet X.