As I sit
alone, worrying
as usual.
My thoughts are
put on hold.
A lot of singing
a lot of chirping
is going on
outside of my
window.
Singing from their
hearts.
From little yellow beaks.
A noise which means
nothing but it means
something to me.
It is bliss,
it is freedom.
This I do not have.
Stuck in my four walls
of my house.
I am housebound.
The birds are free
free to fly whereever they
want to.
I wish I could fly
I wish I could walk somewhere.
Sit on a rooftop and just
whistle when I want
how I want
when I want.
I wish I could try.

A jelly once refused to set
Using all the excuses it could get.
Like"I'm much too hot!"
And "I'm in the wrong ***"
And the classic "I'm actually too wet!"
If it could talk that is.

She could charm the birds from the trees
She sits and then she has a good stare
What at, well she has no idea.
Then fills her lungs with fresh air.

She is just the fairy of the flower of the  hour
She sits in the midday breeze.
Swishing her hair with some sort of power
and rests her elbows on her knees.

Her tummy is empty as it always is
Collecting berries is too much of a chore.
She would sooner smile at the blackbird
and ask if he could collect some more.

The fairy of the flower of the hour
blowing time capsules to the wind.
Saying one o'clock little dandelion
scattering seeds over everything.

I dream; forever dreaming
for the things I never had
For the light to pave my way
I will continue to dream
will always be far away.

I wish I had a voice
a voice to be heard
screaming wit something to say
T will continue to speak
until I am far away

I long to be normal
have a day when I do not shake
I want calm here to stay
I will never give up
until I am gone far away.

When I have gone far away
into the land where silence reigns
I will love you every single day
I will never stop, I promise
when I have gone far away.

Yes, I have them
Feelings.
Aren't they tears that run
run slowly down my cheeks
When you tell me its not fun
to watch me suffer.

Yes I have them
Feelings
Aren't they the lines on my brow
wrinkling and creasing
worrying my now
now that I suffer.

We all have feelings dont we?

Choice, there is so much choice
But there are hidden traps.
Say the wrong thing on any shape or form
Then it is back to the drawing board.
There are no maps
to guide you,
To special flags along your way
Mistakes you can ill afford
just watch what you say.

"Hello dear, had a nice day"
Her husband red faced pushes his way into the door.
"Oh dear, I say!"
He promptly slumps to the floor.
She is thinking about sending for the doctor
as she rushes to the telephone.
Perhaps he had taken ill suddenly
when he was coming home.
Perhaps the stress at work has got to him
She hunts for the right words to say.
She puts her hand on his heart for rhythm
She knew this was the right way.
She'd seen it on the telly a thousand times
But then something struck her eye.
The shape of pink perfect lips on his neck
and now she realised why.
He'd been up to no good
flirting with the women at length.
She smelt his shirt for evidence
and in a rage she picked up strength.
"What have you been doing, you stupid man,
Your place is here at home with me
Not galavanting around with other women"
She'd seen it all before on the TV.
She became hot under her collar
and went to fetch her bag to leave.
He muttered something, she couldn't quite hear
How could he after all these years deceive.
She thought he said the word daughter
She of course had got the wrong end of the stick.
Too many incorrect words had been spoken
She went out the door all too quick.
The man died on the floor, heartbroken
Their daughter laid a rose on his grave.
The relationship she had with her mother shattered
and one she didn't want to save.
Jumping to conclusions, well is all too easy
Harder to find the right words to say
We all make mistakes, we are all human
Pressure, is tricky at the end of the day.

Remember me always
will you?
My cute little smile
and my unselfish ways.
Never forget me
will you not?
The love
that oozes from me.
Have in your head
my funny little sayings
I am not very tidy
but does that matter?
When you are arranging the flowers
that sit in the vase on my grave
You know somewhere I will be thinking
Will they be Forget-Me-Nots
Because I will remember
if you will.
Has he got
the forget-me-nots.
I will perhaps whisper it in your ear
the chill of surprise will drip down your spine
but the thrill will be all mine
when I see the forget-me-nots.
When you are travelling up and down the
motorway in your car regretting the time
you did not spend with me
Fear not, for I will be beside you always
Oh Lord let him read this before it is too late.

The oceans between us
are nothing
just drops of blue
The sky between us
is just a flight
We are so far
yet so very near
because Sally the
friendship we hold is dear.
Like the rushing of the wind
I will be there
Like th rays of the sun
The cool of the snow
when winter's begun.
We are so far
yet so very near
time travels fast
yet seems so slow
My thoughts every day
are with you Sally
I am as far as a stone can throw.
I am around the corner
sitting at the bend
I shall be your friend forever
untll my very end.
For the rest of my life
I will be a loyal friend to you
never ever forget me or lose me
That is something I will not do.
We are so far
yet so very near
Sally this is for you to keep.

You and I could sit
for hours and hours
just watching, admiring the land
observing the cloud formations
telling stories,
feeling the warm sand drift
through our fingers,
like our lives, drifting.
You and I could sit
for hours upon end
just listening to the call of the birds
bobbing in their branches
amongst juicy berries.
Ripe, rich and red
just like the cherries in our bowl.
Life, we know is not a bowl of cherries
like our lives, listening.
You and I could talk
about this and that
till the cows come home.
Conversing, listening and learning
about each other.
Sally, we could have tea under
a blackberry vine,
taking in the lavender perfume
admiring poppies dance in the breeze
we could sip dandelion and burdock cordial
till the cows come home.
Talk till the cows come home
Then drift into a little sleep
waking refreshed and ready for the world again...
Oh yes.

My friends are precious
Like a gem stone sparkling
on a dim cold night.
I want to say to all my friends
You shine, like a star so bright.
A special hug goes out to you
you know who you are
You are my friend, my special star.