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 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
I didn't drink and drive mum, because you said that it was wrong
So why am I the one whos lying here as my blood pools on the ground

I was being careful mum about every single move
Then he came round the corner mum on the wrong side of the road

Why's it so unfair mum, why's it me who's lying here?
While he's not hurt in any way, standing smoking over there

I here a voice behind me mum saying "she's not long for this world"
Why me mum, why me I'm just a teenage girl

But know its nearly over mum and I'm the one to die
Cut down in my youth by another drunken guy
Will the lesson ever be learned
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
Sitting under a tree for 3 hours painting pen pictures


10:30

Ok lets make a start, sitting on my little canvas stool
my back against a spreading oak
Facing west, sun behind my shoulder
20 yards away to my left a lake,
carp rolling. Sun silvered scales flashing
mirrors in the light
Above my head young squirrels play tag
a deadly airborne game for you and I
warm suns rays filtering through the canopy of rich green leaves

11:00

A passing overhead cloud
the lake now a dark and sombre place
no sign of life there
The squirrels ceased their play some time ago
what do they know that I dont
OK into the rucksack for a cold beer
after all times not a problem

11:30

The suns moving round to my right
throwing strange shadows cast by the bush over there
shadows ever moving, fading and growing
shape changers with every passing cloud
Squirrels are back but no longer at play
Over on the lake a canada goose with 5 young
bundles of fluff
Time to get a photo or two

12:30

Well the suns out again, moved further round now
but over to my left dark ominous clouds are rolling in
The air is suddenly still, sultry, heady with the scent
of flowers
Silence now fills the air, the birds and animals gone to places
only known to them
A lightning bolt rends the grey black sky
its time for me to go
I never made the 3 hour target
but I tried
The idea was to spend 3 hours sat under a tree facing the same way and to write about the ever changing scenery
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
On this day 70 years ago they stormed across the sand
Boys of many nations to remove the tyrants hand
Heros all those boys so young who shed their blood for us
In that ****** fight for freedom

Across the sand they struggled neath a hail of shot and shell
Never glancing backwards as around them comrades fell
Fear was in their eyes, terror in their hearts
Many never made it and twas on foreign sand they died

Yes they died to give us the freedom that we have got this day
They died to free the world, for us they made the play
Boys from ever walk of life crossed the beaches there
Office clerks and farmers and the ones who cut our hair

Yes they were heroes all who gave their lives for us
But lets not forget the few who made it possible
The girls who made the shells, the men who built the tanks
They were the unsung heroes
They have also have earned our thanks

Without their dedication to the task they had in hand
Many more would have lost their lives on that shell torn blood stained sand
They to can hold their heads up high, they knew they did their bit
In bringing freedom to the masses when they broke the tyrants grip
Afternote... nearly all 4,400 allied soldiers died on those beaches 70 years ago today
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
For fifteen years it served me well
through rain and wind and snow
But I decided that it was the time
and the poor thing had to go
I think of all the miles done
in its company
Fishing trips
and foreign trips
and holidays at home
But it had reached its sell by date
its usefulness expired
So I threw it in my fire pit
onto the funeral pyre

Thus I bid my old hat a last farewell
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
The truth is he laid beside me on the firing line
my brother
No race or colour came into it
He shaved one day and cut his chin
and the blood flowed deepest red
And so I said "my brother let me bleed instead
I care not from where you come
the colour of your skin
You are the brother whom I love
on the fighting line
The deadly day the bullet hit
I shed the tears for you
It was me who cleaned the blood and ****
from the body that once was you
You see, you were black,  I was white
but our blood ran the deepest red
And for me you took the round
and so my dear brother died
And this might be poetry but based on the reality from my teenage years
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
Sorry if I ofend

but

yes religion is a joke
I must the man next door to choke
for he hath other beliefs than I
That means he is corrupt
In my god he believeth not
and so he has to die
Jehova knocks upon my door
outcast the street corner *****
who her trade she does apply
And yet they do the blood deny
the blood to keep a child alive
better to let the child die
I am Shia you are not
you are Sunni therefore not of God
and so you have go
Well my friends I'm none of these
I have got the birds and bees
I have got what she supplies
I've got nature.  The only god I need
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
Written a long time ago for a very dear friend.

I have to leave the safety of the house, make a deadly trip
For I must reach the mountain,  ascend its life giving peak
As I start to leave I hear my softly whispered name
And so I turned my darling and kissed you once again
So I turn, leave the house, into the gathering bitter storm
I go with the knowledge that your love
will keep me from all harm
The snow is falling harder, lying feet deep on the ground
My hands and feet are frozen,  I can hardly see or stand
I collapse,  frozen, no longer can I go on
Then I hear your voice call out to me
Take my hand, our love will keep you strong
Yes, I hear your voice but I don't hear a sound
But the love you have for me/ I have for you will keep me free from harm
I finally reach the mountains foot but all my strength has gone
But then your voice I hear, darling I will take your place
for you I'll be the one
I start to climb, weary,  spent,  my life is nearly done
But suddenly the clouds did part, I emerged into the sun
But for you my darling,  I would have left this earth
Thanks to you my love I still have life to live
Probably the hardest thing I've ever written and one of the few times I've even thought about what I've written.  My dear dear friend had cancer and I gave her the will to fight and so I wrote this as though the words were coming from her
 Jun 2014 Jessica Taylor
Joe Cole
Cast it off you temptress, cast off that lacy thong
******* must be made of cotton
thick and white and long
They must reach above the navel
Descend below the knee
The bra, oh yes the bra designed to assault mans eye
Yes it has a purpose but should not **** thoughts inspire
It should be thick and full of cup enough to give support
To hold the ******* in comfort but it
should not push them up
Just joking on my part but i actually saw this on a protest web site where this man condemmed everything **** and feminine
Just not good enough
That's all I ever hear
You don't work hard enough
Why don't you try living in fear
Just not pretty enough
I know, I know
Your life must really ****
Well it don't, it don't
These things are true
People say it all the time
Why lie?
I'm not pretty or good enough
Even for my own dad
So why bother looking up
I'm just going to get laughed at.
Hmm
I can't help but sit and think
Why this all happened to me
Why can't I be somewhat the same
As everybody who knows my name
I hate the fact that I can't have my dad
When my life just gets really sad
And my mom tries
But our relationships bad
When we try to talk we just get really mad
Treatment Foster Care really *****
Taking meds makes me feel yuck
Life is a drag
It's all getting bad
My heart has been stepped on
And thrown in the dirt
I have court Halloween Day
I just wish they would let me have my way
I'm in foster care and my parents aren't super involve, we have court for custody Halloween Day 2013 I just hope all goes well, I miss my family
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