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They’ll be rockin’ in Heaven
Down St. Peter’s Gate Way.
Chuck Berry passed over,
But he still can play.

True King of Rock,
He’ll live for evermore.
And he’ll keep duck walking,
Along that golden shore.

His guitar keeps twanging,
Wah wah tlang tang tang.
Ya want a Showman?
Chuck’s still yer man.

He died at ninety.
It was very sad.
But now he’s up there,
I’m sure that God is glad.

He’ll love that Rock N Roll Music,
Chuck’s sense of humour too.
A touch of Devil also,
When he sings the blues.

So all you Saints and Angels,
You better move and hurry,
For they all want to dance with
That amazing Chuck Berry.

Paul Butters

You held me in your loving arms as i wept
So sure i had found my way home after my long journey in through frozen land.

Now i'm turning to ash because i stubbornly refused to see that the warmth i thought i needed had left me on fire.
Then you threw me in a coffin,
Nailed it shut with your grin and covered it with the dirt of your promises.

Do you remember way back when?

I still remember the hotel room where I sat.
Fleeing the hand that gripped you.
I gave you words,
they were inadequate. Couldn't admit that I
abandoned you.
My fear grew, ever stronger. My delusion cast about me, a blanket to my conscious mind.

Remember further back when we were all smiles, blind to reality?
I sat with eyes closed for awhile. As if days don't turn to months to years.
Except, I forgot it ends like this.
Blue veins, cracked upon a pale surface.

That's me.

Seeing me.

And you.

For what you are.

For the first time.

You laughed as I expressed my grief
In waves of things I'm sure you expected
And smiled as I frowned back
And I tilted my head back
And how carelessly..
Did I lose my crown...

Where there is no love becomes unhappy hate
Issues in attitude rise in relate
Sometimes I wish I was never born
If I had to yond, I would chose Death
Observing the many faces in how they look
It’s not a theory, but the visual example within took
Friends I thought were friends came to an end
Yet I am full of inspiration that has sat in
It’s a new beginning
God’s trust and no more doubt
I don’t need to yell nor shout
It’s having my mind on Jesus to what I am talking about
There are many people that go from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hide
This is not a proud stride
Hot water is hello and cold water goodbye
Attempt is considered a try
Yet a beaten path
But so called friendships that never last
So what was my reason to be born on Earth?
Jesus holds the key being his verse
At least I am still alive and not moving in a hearse
Many blessings have been bestowed
But I give thanks to the Almighty Lord.