The wind did blow around my soul
it parted life and breath to be
its coldness somewhat eatin out
its bitter biting deep and proud

still I walked into the breath of mothers life
a fog of death or maybe life
it crawl around and tried to tickle but I was ready

I RAN ...

I ran so fast ...I couldn breath
the fog ...the cold was chasing back
I turned and twisted but fight it did
So close so far ...yet breath give in !!


I crashed the door and stepped inside
my home ..its smell so sweet...so light
kettle on and tea to brew
i beat the cold and fog that blew
Until the next time for which I knew
the fog and cold would come to stew

the art of speaking is a thing of beauty r so its read
so why do you still keep banging in me head
ive said manyand felt a few
a head a bangin away we go

the thoughts I had just bounced around
and left me somewhat so spell bound
so here I sit awaiting thoughts
or maybe life of a sorts

to cry when you want to love
to smile when you want to give
to hold when you want to run

unconditional love

to listen when your hurt
to want when you have to give
to love when you want to hate

unconditional love

Love is life
a life of love
two bodies as one
two hearts colide
creating one
for life of love

Tell us the truth..
or lie some more
politicians dare decide our law

just once would be nice instead of pap
just one real thought not under attack
tell us the truth and lie no more
tell us reality no stories i plore

lie like you do and we wont vote
lie like you say and we wont show
llie through your teeth and god forbid
you turn in your grave and face
his death

red ..no white.. no golden blue
the moon so stood for all to view
in my face and shining bright
the joy.. the glow a true delight

The moon did shine a glow so pure
my eyes did see a sight amore
I wanted more but sad to say
the moon did hide for the day

that night I looked and no did see
no moon no stars no sightly sea
so maybe when i look again
I,ll see that moon .a heaven sent

I dreamed a dream of many dreams a dream that said so much
I dreamed of peace and freindliness I knew I dreamed in dutch
I dreamt of love and fairys flying or maybe thats to butch
but I dont care cos I did dream of mum and dad above

dreams untold about to fold
dreams of hugs and love to hold
dreams of kisses and lips so touched
love and hope and wanton touch

I had a dream the other day
my dad did visit and smiled his way
my mum just moaned cos thats her way
but dont be bothered
cos i wouldn .....want it.... any.... other way !!!!