Like

a

Phoenix

From the ashes

He

Rose to claim his throne

~

People in glass houses

Should learn

Not to throw their

Stones

~

I would like to welcome back

And

Introduce

My

Brother

Jack

The lonely little shepherd boy
Sat on the moonlit hill
Basking in the glory
Of the thrill
Of his first ****
First to die was father
Aborted in his prime
Next to die was mother
For ignoring all the signs

Cut them into pieces
Tossed them in a trunk
Had a cry
Waved goodbye
Until the ******* sunk
And sunk they did
There in that trunk
Erasing all Boy's fear
And
After it was over
Life’s mist began to clear

Saw his future beckon him

"Hurry now be quick
time is of the essence
we cannot miss a trick.
Gather up all your belongings
Meet me down the lake.
There are things we need to talk about.
Things we need to contemplate”

Boy was pretty nifty
Packed up all his bits
Raced down to the rendezvous
But left behind his wits

Along the way
Boy was plagued
With demons of self doubt

Whisper

Whisper

Whisper

Boy could not block them out

Wormed their way into his mind
Boy was fit to burst
Panic overcame him
Boy now thought that he was cursed
Reached deep into the hold all
Pulled out his father’s gun
Placed the barrel in his mouth
Killed his parent’s son

The lonely little shepherd boy
Died on that moonlit hill

Is there really such a concept as the notion of freewill?

Even in death his eyes sparkle iridescently.

I want to preserve his beautiful eyes.

I need to preserve his omniscient eyes.

Can you do that?

Who would I ask such a thing?

Would they think me mad?

Insane?

Who then?

The Doctor?

The Undertaker?

The Police?

I really don’t know?

They often say that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Well … you see … if they take his eyes, then how will he, be able to see into my soul.

My soul.

How?

He will be lonely.

So lonely.

I cannot let him be lonely.

Can I?

It’s so very cold in here.

I’ll just pop the fire on for a wee while.

Warm us both up.

Well be like toast, all cosy, all snug.

“Two peas in pod” that’s what he used to say.

He always made me smile.

Always.

And now …what?

He never bought me flowers.

Never.

Not once in 45 years.

Said he didn’t need to prove his love with gifts.

I loved him even more for that.

I was special.

I was his girl.

Tell you what …

I’ll put the kettle on; a nice hot brew warms even the coldest of hearts.

Tetley.

His favourite.

“Would you like some cheese on toast, dear?”

“No, well ok, maybe a bit later then”  

I must remember to put the bins out tonight.

I must remember to put the bins out tonight.

And cancel the milk.

Cancel the milk.

Must have everything in its rightful place.

Before I make the call.

The call …

**God give me strength.

Have you ever had those moments?

When all around is *still
And if you listen very carefully
It's life force you can feel
Assimilate with atoms
Whirl around in space
Archaic knowledge that has been
Always leaves a trace

Have you ever had those moments?

When you simply know
That you are one piece of a puzzle
United we will grow
Is the picture getting clearer
No?
Well then ...
Open up your eyes
Ignore the facts that you've been taught
Disrobe from main stream lies
For ...
The world is full of wonder
We should stand in awe
Embrace this new found freedom
Stop demanding more

Have you ever had those moments?

When you simply want to be
When you really finally comprehend
What it feels like
To be free
The grass you'll see takes on a hue
As never seen before

. . .

Please

Take my hand

Please

Walk with me

*There is much beauty to explore

. . .

I

Am

Hello's

Resident Messiah

Come nestle at my feet

Pay credence to my musings

Incorporate my heat

For I will lead you to the

Holy Land

Where only poets dwell

And

Maybe in the future

Like my ego

Yours will swell

Swell with self importance

Swell with fakery

With love

One collective consciousness

That

We can all be so

Proud

Of

.  .  .*


What a crock of ****

I place her gently
on the
counter

Defiantly
bait
complacent
eyes

But ...

They have  
often
seen my sort

Likes of me they do despise

“Take a seat”
she spits at me
Such venom makes me smirk
I size up my surroundings

Maybe now I’ll go berserk?

You see ..
I
dally with

Dark Demons

Devil

Deep Blue Sea

A lifetime lived in purgatory

Why does no one hear my plea?

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires

Cherubic eyes start taunting me
Pierce my hardened shell
I beg you
to
extract me
From this hell in which I dwell

I often dream this dream  
Surreal and quite sublime

Where the essence of my character
Transports to another time

Bonny hats
Crinoline

In my pocket sits a key

I stroll
out
into the garden

Wait by the old oak tree

Watch the boy approaching
From the distance on his mare

Close my eyes
Count to ten

Recite the lord’s great prayer

Soon he is upon me
I hand him now the key

And as I stare into his eyes
I see that the boy is me

I don’t know what it means
But it tends to soothe the pain

Until the cycle

Fires up

Vitriolic rain

Pollutes my brain

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires

I start to scream
I start to shout
I know with them
I have no clout

We all go through the motions
We all have a part to play
I give a star performance
They know I’ll rue this day

Soon I’m bound and gagged
Contained within a cell

And if you listen very carefully
You’ll hear the sound of the

**Death Knell …

Mother thought the time was right
Packed her bags
Prepared the flight

Yet as she wandered round the house
Oh so quiet as a mouse

Wasted years came flooding back
**** near knocked her off her track

It made her stop
It made her think

A lifetime of a man and drink*

Does she dare?

Does she care?

Did she care?

Will she dare?

The door it does a beckon
But …
Mother’s rooted to the spot
The fear of life without him
On the landscape is a blot
Tiny steps are needed
As courage takes a dive
Mother’s slowly disappearing
A ghost that’s barely still alive

Room to room she wanders
Trapped in a bygone age
Dreaming of a life not lived
Outside her unlocked cage

Mother starts a doubting
Thinks …
That now’s too late
Thinks …
Who would really want her now?
She’s old
She’s overweight

Best years are behind her
Buried in his years
Mother’s dreams are fading fast
Soon …
They completely disappear

*Mother thought the time’s not right
Unpacked her bags
Cancelled the flight

And as she wandered round the house
Oh so quiet as a mouse

The wasted years come flooding back …