Unbelievable 😭😭😭

Would you even notice the quietus in my heart ?
It forms an empty shell that’ longs to depart .
A dinner guest who’s eyes are dead
who’s memories are but a floral death in you’re bed .
for all you’re sweet poses ,
and eyes that twinkle ,
brought nothing but lies .
For inside i have died
like you’re words are lost
In caves in my mind
their echoes of thoughts still run dear .

The door quietly closes ,
my clock strikes on the hour ,
and sweet are you’re posies ,
curtsys and smiles,
for. Youre  bed of lavender ,
holds sinister smiles .
Yet I’m alone with all these thoughts inside my head .
for you aren’t around to sweeten the blow ,
since you left an hour ago .

For blessed is the night when sleeps shadows awake ,
and take my minds away from this place .

Set a place you’re dinner guest is here,
a ghost in a shell empty and cold draw near .
For I will go to hell in this burnt out shell ,
and laugh so friends can hear ,
then turn off the light ,
and sleep untill you are near .

This evening as i sat down for tea ,
a fly uninvited ,
followed me .
On my chips it sat ,
but not for very long ,
for in a twinkle of my eye ,
it had gone !

Was I too harsh ?  
Or was I just too up tight ?
For if it had eaten my salad ,
I would have wondered all night .

Only without a further thought ,
or a twiddly doo ,
the fly brought a friend ,
now there were two .

“ Just in time for tea said I ,
for if the spider can’t catch you why should I ?

I didn’t expect any more at my table ,
but as his friend sat on my peas as more as able ,
a third
then a forth ,
then too many to count ,
all flying and buzzing ,
around ,
like I was their best friend in the house .

A new day has dawned the sun will rise and fall ,
A new day has left us perhaps shattered and torn ?
A new day was borrowed but not for too long ,
A new day brought us poetry and a song .
A new day gave birth to say hello ,
A new day live only two years ago died so I could say hello ,
Hello hello ,
It’s been two years and my words have become your’s
Hello to many more poetry and song !

An open canvas ,
holds a white blank page ,
the poet sits in silence ,
his mind full of fanciful thoughts of dreams .
We visit gallery's in our mind as vast and grand as any oil on canvas , and construct words as majestic as any William Turner or Greig .
The sun rises ,
The sun sets ,
Waves crash and fall ,
the tide comes in ,
the tide goes out ,

our pens and hearts arise and set with each one,
The dawn and fall of another day .  


The moon shines down in part and in full ,
and we dream of a man and wish he could not tell ,
of broken minds ,
and misspelt words
empty rooms  ,
and coffee cups ,
that a flick of a bristle could not erase ,

and we sit back and wonder if our words don't rhyme ?
And all the time our minds must dash to flashes and images we
have not seen in a thousand dreams .
nor set a table and chair and invite them in .
For when fantasy rhymes our hearts entwine and ink must flow forever ,
and when they do it's just like dark chocolate porrage
Or a thanks from a friend who's fence she mended to see you .

that smile she gave ,
That laugh you cought ,
The dinner she cooked ,
Her beating heart when all was still
Her hand in yours that said I love you .

And in all these ways  ,
Paul saw in awe ,
Before the dawn of time ,
God said you are mine '.
The
 poet sat back in his chair and read his words ,
With candle wick low and ready to bed down
For the night his words lived on ,
Until all had gone ,
and there was no light ,
But dreams ,
and our minds ,
don't stop .

If I were a poet I would walk in fields of green ,
hand in hand with my fair maiden. amugst
Crows I had not yet seen .
If I were a poet  by pillow sky's of blue ,
You would walk beside me hand in hand ,
by a pebbled running stream ,
and as dawn broke walk barefoot along side hills I'd never been ,.
Then the bright morning star would be on some distant planet far away ,
Unable to temp ,
and take this blessed peace away .
For as Christ in all his glory Witnissed  Satan fall like a bolt out
Of a firmament so poetic only a canvas on grey and black would do .




As if poetry were like apples only a red or green to pick ,
Ripe and juicy ,
Yet rotten and so sweet .
.
with tables set before me one with a bowl of fruit below ******
Sky ,
the other bread and wine  set before me under this benevalant Welkin vault .
One of poison ,
One of love ,
And so to grey sky's  and bitter winds I awake ,
under black ice I fall ,
But this way may not be paved with gold ,
Or ladies sweet perfume ,
But poetry and Gods wisdom in Jesus love on a cold Autumble afternoon ..

From worn out sheets and pillow dreams sleep can never hold the dreamer. For
even now the Sun has yet to rise at four in the morning .
the town halls. Clock still shrouded by the absence of light ,
and the rain like pellets brought only a soreness to my eyes ,

yet brought a youthful. exuberance to my legs not felt in months .
For what was once dawn at five in the morn has still to rise in August.
And Wicked. Schemes of medieval dreams of a tyrant King for a loaf of bread a monk and a toad and a goblet of gold could ever keep this ball of fire from rising .
No more than '. Twenty shillings for a loaf of bread for what was once half a penny .
a monk drank to his death of the **** drained from the skin of a toad for many.
andKing would die , but not from its poison .
How Tudor halls when evening falls bolt their doors from it .
It hides the light which once shone bright ,
and pray the sun will rise .
As evil waits outside its gates only theifs and drunkards Persue .
A preachers bench where a dead weight is clenched ,
Gods word from man has no where to hide
as preachers. On Sunday mornings tell ,
Food for the lost at what great cost every soul that listens well .
So as evening shadows draw near .
and cold winds ,
and darker skies. can only beckon .
And evening shadows fall ,
and TV takeaway awaits ,
a light from church's may yet be ready
To. Welcome the weary traveller home .

When I was born man sent rockets into space ,
Castros missiles pointed war heads ,
yes Pigs of War gathered like none before .
Screaming I came into this dark world ,
yet craved nothing but my mothers milk ,

Then Winter came .
But foulest ice ,
and snow stopped trucks in their tracks ,
Milkmans will did break .
For wind and hale could never stop me or my will forsake .
Yet how the Cheve Impala roar ,
found her picking sea shells from a tropical islands sandy Shaw .
A Galaxy of moon rivers could ever temp me to walk away
from its ever fading moon light night .
How I found this darkness like a worm finds its rest ,
How this slab of mine turned over again and again.

If only I had seen Brasil dance through Italian defences ,
Sons of Welsh miners ' Edwards to Williams he must score '
Claim the triple crown .
As is Gypsy was penned for Zurichs smoke filled concert halls ,
Santana's Latin rhythms light up Woodstocks samba party .
Or two lovers in each other's arms after war had ended.

Only my rose is no longer red ,
for no one does its petels bleed ,
and my hand is so numb with pain .
For my rose lies fallen in the snow ,
and other feet have vainly passed over ,
Worst of all
I feel l have lost your love .

They stand outside Costa coffee shops ,
and line the street with coffees in hand  
one a year to marching band ,
this proud land ,
With wreath to place to mark the place ,
Where an Angel was carved in stone .
From blood red fields to Ashfords greens ,
a village with cart and horse ,
And three churches built to honor God that still cry out for thee .
As time has passed not much has changed ,
We still remember our dead ,
With marching bands ,
and silence .

Oh no

There once lied a sleeping town ,
were no hens layed their eggs on the ground.
There were no carts filled with grain ,
off to the market on this harvest day .

No barking dogs ,
or crying child ,
or cockerels with a **** a doodle dooo !

Just the sound of the church bells ring ,
thankful to God for their harvest of wheat and corn .

Now the.men wore hats ,
the ladies pritty ribbons and bows .
The paster dressed in black ,
a long Cassock with piercing eye.

The congregation had the eyes of lambs ,
cought on every word ,
as nought could be heard .

The sermon was of sobering thought ,
that without Gods help we are but nought .
That angels might open dungeon cells
and the strange old lady down the road ,
dos’nt really consort with the dead ,
or so I’m told !

Now the preacher in black who was so brave ,
closed the Bible with a smile ,
which turned to a frown ,
for there were many souls to save .
“ Go in peace I wish you well ,
for there are many this day bound for hell .

The tins for the needy and the poor were simply stacked ,
with a ribbon and wreath ,
and delivered to open doors ,
even to the lady who didn’t smile ,
who fed the cat remains of ,
what ever lied in the dregs of the soup !

So when the last hymn was sung of poems of old of storms to come ,
and title waves ,
that lead the dead to run back to their graves ,
tea and cake was served to the ladies with ribbons and bows ,
and the gents with hats smoked and rubbed their chins .

Meanwhile an elderly gent waited by the gate ,
he had no friends ,
he didn’t go in ,
but waited for the wind to arrive .

He smiled as the first gust arrived ,
holding onto his hat just the same ,
he turned then walked home again.

There is a darkness that lies ahead of me ,
In a world i have yet to see .
It’s brooding form it knows nothing else
And when I reach out
I feel the earth above
and the warmth of the sun ,
and hear the rains pitter patter of love far above .

But I feel stronger as the days have gone by ,
With every drop of rain ,
that passes by .

Like two shoots we grew out of this earth ,
Past weeds and stones and insects ,
We were so beautiful you and I ,
like every moon and sun lit sky .

But there is a parchment of a broken heart ,
When love tore you’re  soil apart ,
You’re roots were broken ,
and I felt you’re pain ,
and now I never want to live again .

For we grew together like two shoots in the ground ,
We bloomed with  the rays of the sun ,
and when the rains fell
down .
We stood together like two strong trees ,
blowing together in the breeze .
Yet to the gardener ,
You meant nothing at all .
And so why should I live ,
When I am alone in this hard stoney ground ,
Surrounded by a prison of a brick wall ?

But one day my roots were torn ,
not thrown away like the weeds on his lawn .
I was left In the same *** as you ,
Watered and fed .
Once more we were together
***** like two trees standing tall in the sun .


Yet too soon our time had come
and our work was done .

For one romantic night were we ,
Two red roses ,
and a glass of champagne,
and our world would never be the same again .

". Come with me , come come ". ( giggle )
Her hand stretched out , it ' l. be fun , !  

My heart is now encased on my mantelpiece next to a fetching
Red rose .
How pritty in bloom ,
Yet cut from its roots does it not perish and die ?
Like the soul of man were starved of love would it not like a flower
In a vase but cut off from its maker . ?
For in life how fleeting is breath ,
for God has taken to find eternal rest .
A ticking of a clock ,
the hour hand passes twelve. for if we fear time what s. Left is only
the absence of light .

My hearts on my mantelpiece  I left it there it's so full of pride .
I left it there as it was full of love and beauty ,
and full of patience and kindness .

Yet I raced in speeding cars through burger bars  ,
swigged Champagne and snorted ******* ,
Caught a rail road train half way to paradise .

Now my hearts dying and my love has grown cold .

The telegram man on his Nobel steed stand before me ,
with his letter of death ,
My condemned dammed soul if that letter I take in driving bitter rain.

What hope have I that I should ever die to gain nothing better than
This ?
........

Another Telegram man appeared on a mountain far away
a ray of light that caught my eye on that mountain far away ,
Where green fields and water ran like steams of living gold ,
and I saw a broken heart ,
and a ****** cross ,
and bracken  a steep hill and a long rugged road
and a hand so scared from a Roman nail stretched out with a staff ,
and a beautiful heart .
" Follow me "

Is this war that  nation should rise against nation for one plot of
Land ?
Or demons should call on man from Satans rebelius throne
and temp the lonely in solitude to such ,
and for man to call on Gods holy army's to unite against
this sin ,
Flesh ,
and the devil ?
Or is it two lovers who go to war ,
with a ring and a kiss ,
and dreams of Marrage ,
Only for him to be blown sky high ,
and their hearts and ***** embrace no more .
In Afganistan ,
the taliban ,
An open grave ,
For what ?
A holy war ,
A misguided evil ,
A sack cloth of sin .
For just as two little boys with only one toy ,
Should sqobble and fight and cry ,
a dark truth must remain ,
That man is flawed ,
and prone to evil so cancarus. the sin .

For just as moon shine is its glory ,
Hell awaits .

For just as guns are for killing ,
A widow waits ,

And for every shelling and morta bomb ,
a church bell tolls .

But the fig tree shall bloom in summer  
and seas crash upon its shore ,
And men shall return from fighting ,
Pick up their guns no more ,
And lovers walk hand in hand on sandy beach and shale .
Not a bitter word between them ,
Draw love hearts in the sand .

My deore,
I was alone ,
you saw me cry ,
the day you lost that twinkle in you’re eye ,
In the quietness of space and time ,
a gentle breeze softly blew .

You saw me crying
Not one tear drop you knew that landed on thy brow ,
or the trickle of blood from you’re forehead into thy eye ,
Somehow ?
The rain forests of heaven their down pours my soul ,
quenched ,
somehow ?

Here come the demons with their chains and tails ,
Cow gut brains ,
and hoofs of blood ,
yet flee in the name of Christ this God of love .



Sins charms I have sat with ,
a table set for two ,
she rolls her eyes ,
only to spit me out like tinder ,
for me to light her anew .

Rolling hills and streams have gathered ,
their lost sheep look up to me
their hoofs caught in the thicket ,
they wait so patently.
As i wander see the sun roll over the mountains tops ,
their eyes still follow me ,
bewitched never still .

My foot once sure and true now slips on clay ,
which falls away .
“ Bind you’re eyes and you’re ears ,
let you’re heart be still ,
look to the breeze and falling dew ,
never let the demons dance so they will follow you .
Like weeds that grow when you are still ,
don’t let them ever bend to their will “   ( the sheep)

See the dead who dance with the priest with a pole ,
he cut off the serpent heads so I’m told .
He hung them on poles on the mountain top .

“;Bind you’re ears
and you’re eyes bind tight
for these things will be you’re ruin ,  “. (. Sheep )
and end in endless night .

Let darkness descend for I have long ,
lost my deore ,
“ Take my hand my long lost deore ,
take my staff ,
for on rock you shall now stand,
for anything else is sinking sand “ .

Oh blessed sufferer who turns to thee in prayer thy mortal bonds that fetter every single care .
Now the tinker mends ,
How the baker bakes ,
Only to burn his cakes .
Then what of God if all you see are icons of wood and glass ?
Then to dark days go if sofa spend ,
our fragile time must then come to an end ,
and what we touch is real and what we don't  is dead .
Then sleep until death awakes in your Candy castles ,
Sleep until your last breath take .

Oh blessed sufferer who turned to thee in prayer ,
Who faught through carriages of deep dispair ,
Let's Gods love enfold you ,
Cacoon you with his care .

For Butterfly's multicoloured wings to take flight their tiny wings must fight ,
and a Jaguar sinks it's teeth into turtle shell under a moon lite night .
So vultures wings to the soul of man eclipse as demons hatch their
Prey onto lying lips ,
On tender hooks the soul of man ,
Only for light to awake and so demons turn to dust

“ Well there you have it ,
    all suited and booted the outer man
Mr buzz Mr Fuzz ,
catch me if you can ?
I’m the kind of guy you want to meet ,
the kind of man that will lift you off you’re feet .
Have a few jokes ,
give this one a try ,
Is that lady givin me the eye ?
Tall and dark my posture be ,
just waiting for a pretty little thing to bother me .
Here I am quiet table ,
lights are low ,
here she comes
and there I go “


“Now I’m sat here a bumbling wreck ,
afraid to talk ,
sweat running down my neck ,
now there’s jelly in my belly ,
and I’m wondering what’s on the tele ?
What times the train for my journey home ,
Where is the toilet I need a **** .

“ Well that’s been fun and we both agree ,
   I’m not her type ,
  She goes out for a *** ,
and I head to the bar ,
and bring up the courage to talk once more .

I awoke on a cold November’s day ,
where I found a mouse on my bed did it lay .
All snug underneath my quilt ,
asleep .
Did I Nudge or push it to awake from it’s day ?
Did I scream to my mother to take it away ?
For the floor boards were creaking ,
there was a crack where carpet used to lay,
shorly it would be better off under the carpet ,
beneath the floor boards on this cold Autumble day ?
Oh so peaceful did it not rise ?
The cat hasn’t awoken ,
The birds have yet to sing ,
and there was i alone with this mouse under my quilt ! .
Yet in peace did it lay .
l hope the cat dos’nt awake ,
for in its death it may partake ?

It’s now mid day and my Mother’s walked in ,.
to wash my Sheets .
In one fail swoop It flys ,
off from my bed ,
on to the floor boards it now lies
and yes I do now  believe ,
It is now dead !

The once green leaves that are no longer brown ,
hath stolen nature’s golden crown ,
Thrown in a grave ,
bound for hell ,
these are  my dreams I remember. So well .
O repentant soul ,
dragged and bound ,
Prepare for winter ,
Steal thy body ,and thy crown .
So take care in all you say and do ,
for no one will remember you.


For My soul is in ******* to my body now .

With heavy chains draped all around
It weeps and wails and keeps me awake ,
Thou Day was once carried.off by angels wings ,
In the days when we could laugh and sing .

And darkness like an army marches in
With snarls and teeth ,
that grind and grin
Which stalks and prowls ,
I feel it’s presance and it’s stare .
yet see it not
But  fear it just as it had lived ,
so beit thus.

For in darkness I shall lay ,
Untill the sea carry’s my bones away .
for I shall at least not see decay .
for I am glad of some small mercies .

swept away by youre handsome prince for
You shall not remember this
for love has its own destiny
and can never again be apart of me .
so when you lay befor3 the night ,
befor you even say “ good night ,
dream of waves washed up upon th3 shore
and you won’t think or dream of me
no more .

The hosts of God in their heavenly gaze ,
look forever down on Gods earthly parade ,
of expectant souls so close ,
so dear await their heavenly bodies ....

For it was into life you bore me ,
Into earths sun you draw me ,
ever to you’re gardens of delight.

For it was in the gardens of pleasure we roamed ,
amid the Crystal fountains and pillars of marbel and gold .

You gave me love ,
you gave me light ,
You gave me every pleasure my heart could hold ,

warm was the day ,
cool was the night ,
yet you’re simple pleasures were too much for me to behold .

For I cried out for the cool of the night in the heat of the day ,
yet craved for the warmth of the sun ,
when the moon went away .

So like Satan I fell on insergent wings took flight ,
down down I fell much to Satan’s pure delight,
further and further away from the sun ,
to the dust of the earth .
My insurgent wings that once gave flight ,
are now my only shelter to the beating rains ,
on this God forsaken night .


The only food I have found ,
are the bones of man left in this hole in the ground ,
for there are creatures here bereft of skin ,
for here lies the remains of every man here within .

There is no light ,
no love just fear ,
for I have no idea what has happened here ?
Here i am hungry,
naked and cold
In the light of the sun my dreams have turned old .

Then a light from the sun I saw from afar ,
It’s beam ,
brought warmth to my skin ,
gave flesh to my bones ,
and on the wings of Christ Jesus alone ,
brought me back home ,
as love and light took to flight ,
Light and love went home .

Yesterday the Angels came ,
they fluttered to the ground ,
they landed on roof tops and church spires all around ,
was the day the angels fell.

And we came out into the streets and wondered at the sight ,
thousand upon thousands of tiny angels in the skies ,
caught in. the sunlight

They came and settled all around ,
Some made the image of man out of them ,

Others gathered them up to throw   at each other ,
and laughed as each one fell ,
and we’re trampled to the ground .

Others watched as the angels melted when the suns rays turned
their white to grey ,
untill they had a haggered look ,
and had nothing more to say .

Then in the morning ,
they became hard and cold ,

So man slipped and bruised his knee ,
and man  said to himself ,
“ what has God done to me ? “
He sent these angels once pure and virtiuas  In love
but now we have trodden on them to the ground ,

Like witches struggling for breath ,
with a noose around their necks ,
and yet by the morning they couldn’t be found .
disappeared in the cold light of day
and man stood in wonderment and deep despair ,
as how he had treated those God had sent down ,
to help him fly away .

No that didn’t work again lost in a gate way
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Somewhere between heaven and earth my dear saviour died for me .
A loaf of bread ,
a cup of wine ,
yet there was no lamb on this table divine .
A cross of wood ,
three. Roman nails ,
Somewhere between this cup I drink ,
and the bread I have eaten lies Christ’s. Love for me.

I need it not ,
I need it so ,
My insolent heart lies as cold within the snow .

A curtain was torn before me ,
the sun as if darkness fell ,
a Roman soldier sank to his knees ,
a mother in sorrow weeps .
Yet somewhere between earth a heaven Satan was crushed with ease

Somewhere between earth and heaven a boat lies  out to sea,
It’s horizon is lost in time,
The stars above it shine ,
a child holds a small rugged cross of wood
It’s splinters lie deep inside his tiny hand .
This ship will drown ,
his mercy’s crowned ,
Somewhere between earth and heaven .

The once green leaves  are turning brown ,
as Autumn dons her golden crown .
In leafy meadows that Menander still ,
a  shrivel of leaves ,
down leafy hills .
For could you ever feel my pain ?
did  you and I ever feel the same ?
A cold granit stone is our reminder of where we used to lay
in tall green grass and fields of hay .

Yet  if this is where our love must end  
for at least a rotting corpse just has one friend .
She brings it flowers at weekends ,
to  mourn the loss of her once best friend .

But I don’t even have that of you ,
for all  I get is to walk and talk and think of you .

For what else am I supposed to do ?
For if love was ever meant to be it wouldn’t be for the likes of
you and me .

hanging rainbows from every cloud ,
ducking showers ,
getting wet ,
kissing just when it’s about to rain .
Yet her3 is where our grave yard lies
beneath thick black clouds and stormy skies
And this is where our rainbow ends
sat all alone on my sofa without a friend

I  have walked for miles through distant shores,
past eroding cliffs that would be seen no more ,
Past temples of stone swept away by the seas ,
seen war Lords brought to their knees . Tanks have rolled past towns  ,
mowed children and their mothers down .
For a slithering tongue is never up to any good   ,
and evil passes by in a blink of an eye ,
and is never understood.

Two dreamers hope for a new day  ,
as time goes by .
Angel's can only dream of paradise ,
as man  digs for gold.

Yet in Christ Jesus we live and are given the rewards of heaven   ,
as the profits told .

So as Christs tomb stone rolled  ,
they came with clay and stone ,
to seal up the holes of the Captains wifes dove tower .

Built so birds could nest in peace  ,
cement the darkness  ,
let light retreat  ,
and the feathers flew when all turned black  .
Then silence reigned when none turned back .

A dove found a sod  ,
above the flooded ground ,
a day when no light or love could be found ,
brought it to an Angel's arms did lay ,
and watched over man unto this day .

One day they turned to stone out of love  ,
they keep their watch as time moves on ,
a sovereign reminder Gods work is not done ,
his judgement is yet to come.

Tonight the evening primrose dies ,
with softer blue and elequent eyes ,
she casts her boat to wider  shores
where she can bathe ,
in lakes as pure .
Where  Lilly white  and Snow White doves ,
bask together  in her lake of purest love .

A place that exsists only in dreams and bygone tales
Where hermits still hide away in caves .
and are never seen except in lillypond dreams of love here and ever after .
A place where only lovers abide ,
and walk hand in hand side by side ,
and talk only in silent whispers to each other
.,

With cherries red such a fruitful bed ,
she picks the fruit in Autumn it is said ,
only to give it to her beloved ,
for she sees a boat  with a flower herein
Where primrose lyes ,
and gently leaves the flower in between her thighs .
And so primrose  opens her eyes ,
as the lovers sail down the river .

And so a tear falls from cicisbeo’s. eyes
for they know not or how or why ,
to comprehend these feelings ?

For a stranger dew ,
hath  fallen .
For a whispy huw of feeling blue ,
has  covered them ,
as falling ash now falls upon the water .

For evening sky’s have now vailed their eyes ,
for  Lilly pond  dreams aren’t always ,happy ever after .

Through grey sky's they cut me down ,
their diggers out of thorn felt ground ,
hundred years I had stood ,
built out of architects visions and plans ,
From beauty I set my eye on you ,
a wandering stranger ,
and wondered how God could have knit anything together as beautiful as you ?
A monument to culture ,
to all that is good ,
yet empty you stand ,
how many years you have stood ,
when all that have learnt from you are all but an Angel carved in stone .
As for those that live ,
oh fond memories they have lost ,
How they have forgotten you .

Look at you now an empty shell ,
and the vandals they came with diggers from hell ,
wealding  their machines until you lay like bricks in the schist.
no memorial for you ,
no facade ,
no folly ,
Just dust .

I turned away I knew I would see you never again ,
but you were never mine just a face in a crowd ,
It all seems like a dream ,
and when my weary head wakes ,
even my memories will fade .
Pigeons will still take rest ,
daisies still grow around you were grave stones lay  .
To no memorial shall lay for you shall be gone ,
like the mirror I held to my grand mothers wardrobe ,
their reflections live ever on .

Hannah stood beside an old oak tree besides a clearing in the wood ,
beneath the ground her Father laid to rest ,
a cross of wood where Hannah's Father stood ,
gathering berries with his daughter in the wood .
To gay abandon they roamed ,
Until dusk caught its evening light ,
and dark clouds stole their evening light .
Berries for bed ,
Hannah's pale cheeks turned to ruby red ,
for the tears she shed .
Where once Hannah's eye would catch some tall dark strangers eye ,
to fleeting wonder strayed ,
now even thoughts for supper lay waste for another day.

Yet from some branch from high above a blackbird sang some sweet
Sonnit of peace ,
that for a moment found its flickering embers of love .
A shawl wrapped up against the cold ,
feet frozen from hard unforgiving ground .

The crow lay dead. behind that tree where Hannah vainly stood ,
In hollow ground underneath  rotting leaves and pieces of wood .
Where snow fell ,
What tales its wings harbored,
to an apple with one bite ,
To an infant child wrapped in holy light ,
To the torcher of a cross ,
To an empty grave ,
To the Glory of Heavens eternal light .

Hannah picked an apple from the wood ,
and cut down a tree ,
Dragged it to her cottage for it was The Christmas Eve .
Red ribbons for her Father ,
Apples to decorate her tree ,
For a woman once ate an apple ,
It is said .

How dark is the sun when you hide you’re smile ,
and the leaves have turned yellow ,
and fall in you’re path as you walk on by .
The  grave yard stones have all shifted not to get in you’re way ,
for even they have seen a happier day .

The seas are all angry their boats tossed like toys ,
Persidens. arms are lifted as a child in his bath tub ,
finds soap in his eyes .

My heart trembles within me and seeks only rest ,
as dark clouds gather and rain falls on you’re breast .

Even the stars i named when the clouds had all gone ,
have left the heavens ,
for even they know something is wrong .
  For even King Johns smile when counting his gold ,
has nothing to you’re frown when all is told !

But when you smile ,
like crimson the stars ,
the sun beams out on sunflower meadows and brings light to you’re
charms .
The trees find their colours all green not turning red ,
and the grave yards lay empty as no one lies dead .
The seas are as quiet as a mill pond in spring ,
for no one has ever seen such a daintier thing .
And my heart now rejoices for you’re tears have all gone .
How lovely the millar who burst out in song .

And yes I still love you what ever you’re refrain ,
and if that grave yard should ever find a happier soul ,
I would gladly join you ,
so you will never feel old again .

I’m in on my I pad ,
What a Glorious day ,
Thanks to h p tech ,
My plea wasn’t in vain .
Today is a happy day .

A crow did to blackened. Sky's Persue ,
one Crimson thought  in paradise tell .
and flew away past my window without a thought for me .

A sparrow found its rest on a stag at Bushy park ,
as many followed still would not give its heart to me .

And lurid sky's of Ophelia behind a shrouded sun ,
Looked down on Churchills statue .
Who himself a tear did pass as the Crystal Palace To clouded wreath filled. heavens ,
Where glass and iron met with crackling and bangs and billowing smoke
belong, before the Luftwaffe would ever darken England's skys. Of blue .
And so it's Ash from Forign fields and deserts belong ,
To land in England's pasture and turned our sky's to orange and
Red , .
And in those crystal hues. deny to wake in your dreams ,
Or leave a key in your door you had never forgotten before ,
Or go to a shop and wonder why you went ?
Or leave your brolly on the train as you come in from the rain ,?
For in your dreams a train may wait ,
inside. a staircase with white washed lime walls , a Theatre where your greatest performance
Awaits .







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On this  bed I lay ,
as my loved ones weep ,
I wait for what use is my body now for ,
God has my very soul .

Two doors await ,
one where Ivy creeps ,
and no handel can be found ,
the other warm and inviting and bells to charm the sound .

Yet here am I stripped of my soul ,
awaiting a body ,
or so I am told .

My soul wrenched as if it were Gods will ,
that I should wait in judgement as the sun burns still .

and the. Skies turn purple and yellow and gold ,
and slips silently beyond the earth or,
so I am told .

There are no fluffy clouds for me ,
no mystery of cosmic space ,
lost in reality ,

this is life ,
and death ensue ,
heaven and hell ,
the preacher stands ,
the fallen truth of modern man.

Earthly shadows wait  ,
for at last this world with all its jazz ,
falls silent as only it can ,
and God who sees the mortal soul stands before us one and all .

O the one they mock you say ,
In fairy stories on children’s knees ,
has a key ,
to all those who believe.

For that son now in glory found ,
with gates to heaven abound ,
and all that’s left is without Christ ,
no hope ,
or love ,
or sacrifice.

she looked at me from where she stood her grave yard eyes were ,
misunderstood ,
she left her heart in a net   ,
catching fireflies in my back garden.

The broken sun now lies low ,
for off to ambiguity she would go ,
and pierce my heart where ever
we  went  ,my forever  
toxic lady.
For I remember to this day ,
her eyes upon me was her prey ,
she sat upon me as I lay ,
my forever Carolina.
For pheasants with crowns pruned
their feathers all around ,
as we first met on the merry go round,
with candy floss lips ,
amongst the punch n Judy.

She span me around until  I dropped ,
my life had become a spinning top ,
then before the coconut shys  ,
she won first prize ,
my ever previous lady .

How I would love to steal her heart ,
go back to the merry go round from the start ,
and her sticky pink candy floss lips ,
of my sugar baby .

A Question then my beloved friend to when does one first pretend
that defeat is the only answer ,
and to what cost to learned brow defend ?

Now and how it comes at such a cost ,
how daunting to the soul of man to be Victorius in all we say ,
think and do .

What is Victory then I ask ?
A final push over English lines to the sound of Bread of Heavens
heavenly rhymes ?
To look on high to an Eagles cry and wonder why your eating bird seed and you can't fly and cluck cluck s the coolest song in town ?

Or some Medievil battle cry ' all must die ' waving sword on high blood and honor to the King ?

". Oh God is it possible " swooned into Herashios loving arm
In Mertons meadows after two years all at sea ,
Oh God is it possible " Lady Hamiltons cry in Victory of the Nile
did fling herself in Napels harbour .
Then Rule Britania the band played on ,
to Trafalgars cruel fate .



Or is it one more pull ,
One last rep ,
One more curl until fibres spent ?

One piece of cake without the guilt to share on Bulimic bums and minds .

One step from hospital bed ,
to lift a finger ,
to give flight from your last dying breath .

To smile take heart at scolding tongue ?





Never to reach for that bottle when all you need is a drink ,
to pour it down the sink .
To never reach for a needle , a vain , ?
For in a soldiers might his bedside call ,
With book of love and head bowed low awaits his masters call .

An Edwardian lady ,
with a letter to write ,
she clings to it dearly .
For with fine perfume. to write for , it is sented with a kiss from above ,
and smudged in lipstick and all of her love .

For This secret she holds unto her chest to her is divine ,
for it passes through the ages of time .
All wrapped up in string ,
and richest perfume ,
as she walks down the street with her head in the air ,
With whispers of love to guide her there .
To plump and powder and preserve her pout ,
the freshening air on her face ,
makes her the envy of every gentleman’s glancing embrace .

For she cannot wait to post her letter ,
for tomorrow it will be too late ,
the sooner the better ,

Just in time before she is wed ,
to land on the mat of his Park Lane address ,
for that letter to arrive in the letter box
of her love ,
Scented by the richest perfume .
One last chance before the day to say ,
how much I am looking forward to giving a barrog to my love .

🌹
An Edwardian gent sits down to write ,
for it is his last  chance to do what is right .
To send a final letter before the mail man leaves ,
to his beloved .
He tells of how his heart starts to bleed ,
as the quill of his pen moves to every beat of his heart ,
a thud thud thud as his thoughts run away ,
to tomorrow when he will kiss his bride and say ,
“ Now I have given my heart away ,
I wait for the day I can give a cwtch  ( Kutch ) to my wife ,
for .
“ Our silky cocoon has opened to colours so bright ,
Oranges and blues dazzled by the suns beaming light ,
adorned forever ,
In sweet twilight.
Dwi  Wedi  cwympo. ,
for I have fallen head over heels in love with you .

The Suns dead  ,
our spring choked by frost and snow .
Saturday's sun brought with it flakes of white from heavens east wind to cast a white chill over England's fields of green .

Men pumped iron near
the gods in clouds the hour the first flakes fell from the sky's .
For England in all its pomp ,
It's men in white as more snow fell lost in battle again .
Their heads bowed low ,
as for the victor a green crown await .
Over seas to the east Putins nostrils from poison did come ,
Kremlin TV kicking down my door,
better to run than to hear the knock .
For when ice men comes no lock can hold .
England's steels another winters blast.
Black loss shalt cover your fields ,
Shepherds will  not even count their loss .
You will look for your morning in July only to frozen fields shall you
awake .
Pray take the winters chill and kiss this earth in sunshine again ,
that the migrating wheatear and sand Martin plight as insects dead by winters bite .
The Ravens nest now covered in white ,
Cometh the second ice age to plague this land as we wait for summer to come ,
We wait for the Ravens eggs to hatch only then summer might call .

Why are you sad ?
as if time could not travel so I can only see your beauty from afar ?
If time could but hold one moment that's mine ?
We could have danced in supermarket isles ,
walked along Londons streets all paved in gold ,
taken a glimpse of the light as the nights get cold .
Watched Big Ben chime as carts rattled by ,
and the gass lights being lit in the twinkling of your eye .
For the trees have now withered. and the leaves have all gone ,
as the day time comes easy with a bird and her song .
What of you looking so rejected and blue ?
Could a smile on my face ever bother you ?
You could be my King of Queens  ,
We could have laughed until we cried ,
Love could have been our haven without any secrets and lies
,let us.  walk hand in hand listening to sea gulls as the the waves crash into the sand .
Eat fish and chips out of brown paper bags ,
and walk home with our feet in the sand .

I’m, back ? I hope I’m back let’s see how it goes

Don’t. call me a poet for my words have yet to form .
Don’t you call me a friend for my friendships art like the weather .
Don’t call me kind as my kindness knows you best ,for  the love in you’re eyes knows no rest .

For you’re thoughts are my ruin gin palaces of a decedent death .
My ruin ?
My ruin is to see you’re tears falling like rain drops ,
like thunder clouds in June .

Don’t call me you’re lover for our love cries out in the night ,
a cold venear of beauty and grace,
where darkness finds no light .

Yet here we stand alone ,
together in June .

Oh Lincoln is flooded with you’re tears ,
and I’m put out by you’re fears .

Ballasts. have swept by you in open seas ,
Men held to you’re riggin ,
have been brought to their knees .


And when you said I love you I mounted my horse and
Galloped away .
Call me what you might ,
a King a prince a fool ,
but to love you forever knows no bounds ,
no words ,
no rules .

Hummm,
Hummm,
from your,re sleep if you awake to the sound of rota blades above quiet Ashfords streets .
Oh but you always do ,
and the covers on you’re bed can’t hide .
One thirty every night ,
dead on time ,
yes every night ,
Hummmm,
Hummmm,
then our serenity returns ,
not for five minutes lay ,
Hummm,
Hummm,
This time with rota blades and fog horns ,
“ keep you’re hands held at bay “
You are surrounded walk into the light “
Every night we walk ,
With our children ,
all that lay in the house of abandon
to the light we walk.
On broad shoulders carried our selfish acts ,
Loneliness ,
hatred ,
Pity ,
and plague .

Like Gentlemen and ladies awaiting high teas ,
On luxury Titanic liners with sunset kisses before bed ,
Calm  chilling  rocks await .


funerals pyre ,
Hell opens it’s. gates  where fire and pride burn ,
and music and dance and violins sing .





And those blues and twos that wake you at night ,
from inconsistent blues and light ,
the blackbirds song must wake its dawn chorus break ,
Or back to slumber you must keep ,
Only watch for the Robin it’s perch on concrete cross in darkest night  , sleep tight .

I waited for the wretched seas one day to return to me .
Who gave  my love  her resting place .
And so I believed the wretched sea would some day
do the same for me

But whenst it came it came in with a whine ,
and asked me not to waste my time .
And so she left ,
and returned again ,
For she said
“ you’re love is dead ,
  now leave me be ,
  or even you might
  one day
  belong to me ?”             


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that raging beast that took her life ,
when we were serenading by the banks of the Clyde

A mighty wave took her away ,
for that I am for sure .

And now she asks me ,
Lapping like a dog at her masters feet
When all I wanted  her to do was to  spit and howl .with rage at me .

O cursed sea won’t you please return my love to me



But now You come to me with open arms
For alone I see now,  her footsteps , and her charms ,
dissapearing  into an open grave .
Where not even a shivrless man that was so brave ,
would venture more than his toe to save.
And to wrestle that great beast upon the shore
the likes of which I would see no more .

But out there is where my beloved lies ,
below tranquil seas and dark blue skies
And if I am to see her again ,
Then i must sumon up the gates of hell .
And hense be noted before the brave ,
That in these once troubled waters ,
I did once lend my hand to save .

Then one morning
with a chirping of the birds ,
a body of a young girl once bound to the sea ,
was Surrendered and given back to me .

But I For one was never found ,
Thou in the winds and rains my voice
Can still be found .

This winter came without due care ,
and said to Autumn " now I am here
spread your wings youre work is done  , for now I must seek out the sun ,
I must blow iceicles upon his breath ,
arrange the heavens  until cold winds
are all you feel .
My cold winds will reshape you're skies  ,
deceive your eyes into believing sunny skies .
For what Autumn has started I will end .
Strip leaves from their trees ,
snap the branch until it won't bend ,
leave the finch without a home ,
disturb the field mouse all curled up
for spring  ."

So man gathered his wood ,
and built a fire ,
his green house gassess lifted higher ,
then chimneys to burn his coal ,
factory's steel mills and iron ore .
Man manufactured cars of petroleum,
then shaked his fist at winter and said
"  can I build any higher " ?

So winter frowned and breathed its last his frozen nights were now a
thing of the past  ,
for man was happy with his warm
January nights
held parties that went into the night  ,
filled with plastic dust lifted high
into the night .

And so the earth warmed as floods ***** his lands ,
and children turned over bins the
only way they can .
Their mothers and Fathers threw cans
from vans as they didnt give a dam ,
and the green house gasses filled
the earth again .

epilogue
A boy kicked a can of Coke   ,
to the feet of an elderly lady with a
grinless smile  ,
who played an ***** grinder for a shilling and a joke  ,
played rock n rolling Christmas until
they all went up in smoke !

O rise in me this font of love ,
that I should dwell with thee above ,
that in his name my dwelling place ,
to find his kindness and his grace.

Never to wander or pick a fruit thou asked me not such ill repute .
So I be tempted but by nought ,
or face the Roth such bitter a thought .

O Lord who helpest from above ,
find all in me nothing but love .
Quench the serpents deceitful hand ,
the ace of spades ,
the jack of clubs .

The hood that masks his evil eye ,
that sayes all must perish ,
all must die !

That love is just a falling card ,
with hate on the other side ,
falls fast .
And where it lands our future holds .
All of Satan’s lies .

Hush be still my beating heart ,
for the one I love is home ,
She keeps within her breast a fruit for me picked from a tree ,
it was meant to be ,
fruit from my lovers heart .

A fire is lit ,
a most favourable chair ,do I sit .
My lover knees before me ,
her eyes look into mine ,
this fruit I see before me ,
Is either pure evil ,
or Devine. ?

Yet all this can wait I shall leave a knife by my plate ,
put breath to my candle ,
and find rest in her come to bed eyes .

I had fallen for you ,
but you’re demons got in the way ,
I gave my heart to you ,
but somehow you passed it on by .

So the swollows sang like nightingales in the summer of our love ,
and every eye watched in wonderment from Gods heavens above . .

Then the demons took a sinister look ,
to cast a spell that left a ****** hook .
For feelings danced for a little while ,
and brought to me such a happy a smile .

It was as if a fish hook flew from out of the demons eye  to scewer you as time went by .
You’re heart ran as if I had said ,
I love you let’s make love instead !

And I’m sorry our friendship found such a bitter end,
and the nightingales began to sing so sweetly
and the cockroaches took up their song ,
but that didn’t last very long .

So the flies tried to sing along ,
but their song failed to hit a happy tune .
The rats didn’t want to sing ,
for they couldn’t think of a dafter thing .
And yes I’m sorry it came to this bitter end .

But at least the ghosts came out to play ,
and their songs won’t go away ,
and it’s their songs I sing to this day ,
Ghost love songs of you .

sadly this is a grim tale of old ,
I am unable to log in from my I pad
( error 522
dare my poems grow cold .
By these means thus i write thee,
from a twinkling of my eye  ,
no alas it is from my mobile ,
as the months go on slowly by .

So hp I beseech thee bring back
my harp of gold  ,
give access to my I pad ,
alas the traveller should be locked,
forever in this mobile  ,
the land which time forgot.

When morning gave birth  to such chilling winds ,
a song of love awoke
my weary  soul to sing ,
for this morning I was awoken by angels in the sky.

And all of a sudden there were a thousand angels singing their sweet
songs in praise to God on high .

The nightingale thrush didn’t miss a beat ,
the robins chorus sounded just as sweet ,
the owl and blackbird in harmony ,
all sung with angelic voice ,
Gods heavenly choirs rejoiced  .

And so as the sun danced ,
and the trees found their swing ,
and soon the neighbors dog joined in ,
and the cat and mouse who were just running about ,
stopped for a while ,
and wondered what life was all about ?

The Buzzard swoops without a sound ,
not with love or grace ,
he can be found ,
but moves in for the **** ,
like us he  bares not guilt .

So like us who have no shame ,
must make haste unto thy grave .

For we like the Buzzards mouse ,
left in his nest for food ,
the buzzard makes play ,
then sinks it’s teeth into flesh then bone .
For If we don’t hold to account of our Godless ways ,
then the holy one will bring an end. to our thoughtless days .

Our souls are left to march one by one to the tune of Angels cries ,
O morbid sound ,
that shall arise ,
that crash without end against a sandy shaw never to be seen again ..
For
in new glorious bodies are we
then left to burn .
tTo roast in hell ,
like Serloin steaks ,
then hung out to dry on tender hooks all ,
like Butchers bait .

So if there is a lesson to learn ,
take notes of what the preacher says ,
that without Christ we are all condemned .
It’s only by grace that we canst make amends ,
for time is running out for Gods parade ,
of the immortal man .

This night ,
Pray the sun will not rise ,
for it will  Scorch the skies ,
For when it does you must board up the shutters tight
so there will be no light.,
In thy house this night .

Pray and watch you’re corn in the field ,
so it does not burn.
Pray the wind will be stilled ,
so not to spread so it will yeald .

For the sun ?
For  the sun let it not burn the corn that ,
by Gods good hand feeds this land ..
Next year the rains.may **** the seeds what harvest crown ,
or blight the lands of crop we need ,
to grind the flour to maketh our bread .

And God in his judgement punish all
lest we forgive our sins in the parish hall .
So pray this night the flies eggs don’t hatch ,
they brought the rats that killed the cat ,
that attracts the flies
to the water pump ,
that brought disease and death .

So the sun rose the following day ,
there were no clouds ,
and by midday ,
it hung like a god in the stars .,

Then by the evening sun ,
dark clouds had begun ,
rolling thunder across the meadow,
and the rain splutters and drowns like sins mortal crown,.
rots the ground ,
their seeds lost forever .

No more neck pain ,
Tooth ache ,
Stumuch ache ,
head ache ,
Heart ache ,
Pain ache ,
Brain ache ,
Cramps ,
Colds ,
Sinus ,
Sorenes,
Norsia ,
Nostrils ,
Tonsils ,
Tinnitus ,
Asthma
Feelings ,
hope  ,
and when hope has gone ,
So has longing , and love ,
and our hearts grow like cold in quick setting cement ,
Now that’s dead !

Before me lies what once was red ,
It's beauty before me lies a deeper shade ,
than the blood inside my veins .
For no flower could ever bloom where Icarus fled .

No Cole fires flicker their ember light ,
to where twilight might glow ,
or black kite steal into the night with fire light and my Cole
Of flickering flame .
Into a black Forrest gatoe so dense it needs no light .

Was it by grace or my sin this coal fire spread ?
How could I be more loved ?
Or what if like an earthling I stepped behind the curtain only to burn
In holy fire ?
What lies behind why are men scattered like ants so terrified like worms ?

If Daedalus was right and the sea and oceans with their monsters
Within should consume me ,
and I should fall with feathered wing to meet my fate ,
or get burnt by the sun ?

To one life raft I cling ,
Sprinkled blood ,
as white as snow ,
as pure as water ,
I kneel .
My rose I pick from frozen ground ,
a clap of thunder ,
a shuddering quake ,
a curtain torn in two .

How could my hands with red cells heal and fill my hands with warmth and blood again ?
How could i be even more cherished than this cherry on any iceing cake ?

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