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Picture this Jul 2015
There's no sophistication in the raw life of men
the ****** birthing pain of entering our den
enduring all emotions and ******* turbulence
there's no sophistication in War rememberance

There's no sophistication in being up the junction
innocently learning basic ****** function
the youthful years pretending none of it exists
the sophisticated people with whom we pit our wits

There's no sophistication in the finality of death
the worn out decrepit bodies of the elderly in debt
wasted starving africans and third world poverty
there's no sophistication in no liberty or money

Do why do we pretend that all is hunky dory
sophisticated society is a glory story?
can't we be honest, and support our neighbour
or are we too sophisticated for human behaviour
Picture this Jul 2015
Paint will bring the colour
the brush defines the stroke
the edges of the picture
are the borders I provoke

Step inside a world
of golden honeyed syrup
a sweet array of memories
of lives contained within it

A photo full of laughter
scenes of purity are cast
a family close together
a connection built to last

A unit self contained
a uniquely crafted web
filled with happy times
is all that can be said
Picture this Jul 2015
In the chaos of the moment time forgot
amidst a crowded room their eyes connected
the stillness of the bond stopped the clock
a path to destiny they both selected

In each other's arms their fortune set
neither knowing what future would befall
the fatal moment they did connect
and doom inscribed the writing on the wall

A whirlwind of emotion was encouraged
exhilaration and excitement fuelled the fire
physically bonding into marriage
the magnetism strong and held by wire

No one else mattered outside their world
entwined in devotion and betrothal
she yearned for freedom and new friends
fusing together began to be less social

A green eyed devil wove a shroud
destructively wielding it's hefty power
warning signs were ringing very loud
his blows lashed out and made her cower

She tried to understand his controlling fear
but his mind unstable and on fire
all that she loved and held dear
was now rotting on a funeral pyre  

One day she innocently took a call
betrayal was clear he took his gun
she could not run or even hide
one shot was all it took to stun

In the chaos of the moment time forgot
a path of destiny he had selected
the stillness of the moment stopped the clock
in her dying moments their eyes connected
Picture this Jul 2015
A little pink bow depicting gender
fascinate co-ordinate with splendour
traditional baby boy in blue
who decided on the different hue?

What if we didn't get it right?
the girl in pink is much too bright
what if the girl just will not bend
to a traditional english girlie trend

Or a boy who loves to play with dolls
his kind and gentle ways not wrong
no one can predict our soulful gender
shining through so loving and tender

Acceptance by society is paramount
not to shun and be locked out
where your own colours with pride
a vibrant personality should never hide

Put your girls in blue and give them tools
pink shirts for boys and girlie toys
steer your children on the path to freedom
don't force stereotypes, they don't need 'em

Whatever we are born with stays the same
give everyone a chance, what's in a name
next time you see a man dressed as a girl
everyone has the right to wear pearls

Never judge by what you see
underneath the mask there is a key
a smile will undo all the locks
who decided only girls should wear the frocks?

Embrace the people and their zones
the self righteous pr**ks can stay at home
wear whatever makes you tick
it's cynics and critics who are the sick

Freedom to wear what you like
on the beach
in the supermarket
or at night

Guys get those dresses on, we'll share
we'll help with make up and do your hair
heels go up to bigger sizes
embrace colours and styles in different guises


(Dedicated to Grayson Perry)
Challenging and smashing narrow minded traditional boundaries.
Picture this Jul 2015
The jingle of my chimes brings comfort in the wind
caressing cheeks upon my face and soothing everything
a tranquility in the noise of rustling bells of metal
like a tuneful triangle allowing stress to settle

A ray of summer sunshine twinkles off one bell
the sparkle squints my eye and time begins to gel
slowing pace of life simmering where upon
my feet lift off the floor, elevated in the sun

Sweet strings swishing uniquely as they play
my mind is now drifting back to yesterday  
youthful dashing with no time for rhyme to tell
or contemplate the sounds of a stupid bell

Twilight years absurdly slow down every sound
nature's profound words are suddenly very loud
appreciating land, sea, sun and moon lit skies
memories and experiences indelibly immortalise
Picture this Jul 2015
The jingle of my chimes brings comfort in the wind
caressing my mortal face and soothing everything
a tranquility in the noise of rusting bells of metal
a tingling sense of solace allowing stress to settle

A ray of summer sunshine bounces off one bell
sparkles in my eye and time begins to gel
the pace of life slowly soldiering on
my feet as light as air elevated to the sun

Cascading melodic tinkling continues to play
my mind is now drifting to all our yesterdays
no time then to indulge the sounds of tinkling bells
or lie and contemplate a rhyme from the well

In my twilight years I listen to every sound
nature's every word is suddenly very loud
appreciating land, sea, sun and moon lit skies
memories and experiences indelibly immortalise
Picture this Jul 2015
The presence of a certain mood
an undercurrent smouldering
gestures quietly observed
concentration hindering

Overtly calmly melancholic
a truth has been concealed
feelings are in turmoil
but nothing is revealed

Intense the sense of grief
held deeply in her soul
passively she sleeps
her heart no longer whole

No tears will ever fall
they are proudly held inside
she never makes a call
and in no one she confides

Distance long and wide
connection unsustainable
inward closing mechanism
defines the unexplainable

The smouldering undercurrent
of the present mood
quietly gestures inward
turning to a brood
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