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Joe Cole Jun 2014
Yes, come with me to the forest
high on the mountains side
No, no, leave aside the pack
and what it can provide
everything you need you carry
is in your pocket there
I hope
well in mine I have some paracord in case my laces I do break
A well honed folding knife I wouldn't be without
I carry very little but I can still survive

could you?
Joe Cole Jun 2014
We call them the enemy, those we have to fight
But they to are just young boys
They also bleed for their beliefs, for what they think is right
And as their lifes blood leaks away their loved ones also cry
Are they so very different from our young boys so brave
No, they bleed, laugh, love and die
And wives and lovers and parents cry
Just as would you and I if a loved one died
No matter what the colour of skin
No matter the god they believed in
They to are just boys
Joe Cole Jun 2014
And so on Tuesday morning I'm going to once more close the door
Me and Mollie dog are going to say goodbye
For a few sweet days in the woods
Days to sit and think beside a flickering log fire
Days spent in silence but for the sound of the birds
the breeze rustling in the leaves
A time to gather my thoughts
A time to sit and write...In daylight
Come the sinking of the sun out there to the west
That then is the time I probably love the best
I will sit and read the stories in the flickering of the flames
Think about tomorrow and the words that I will pen
Yes, yes I will write of the things that I have seen, done
The reason for my being here
Why I left the world behind
Will I miss them? Internet,  tv, microwave and shower
No, I wont miss them
Come early morning bleary eyed a cold dip in the stream
A few small logs on last nights fire then watch the kettle steam
And while the world is yet asleep I'll have eggs and bacon in the pan
How can I not sit in the splendour of this oh so pleasant land
In the background my hifi plays the music I love to hear
Hifi!!! No, its the singing of the birds
And so me and the Mollie dog do sit
In our tranquil retreat
you can live in your ratrace world
For me life is oh so sweet
Joe Cole Jun 2014
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
Joe Cole Jun 2014
I wrote this for the boys and girls of the free world who fought/fight and die to keep us from harm.

Blue for the vast oceans crossed to fight to keep democracy free.  For your right to say your piece, to keep you safe from harm.

Green for the lands we'd never seen, places we didn't want to be but duty called and we did go to fight for you

Red for the blood, the blood we shed when the bomb or bullet found its mark. Yes, the blood we shed for you
Joe Cole Jun 2014
'Twas not the way we lived
not the way we chose to die
But the dragon ships keep sailing
towards a foreign sky
Keep up the stroke to the beat of drum
Soon the wind will you have
soon you will be home
Swept ashore on a foreign shore
the gods now speak for us
put them to the sword and spear for our wealth
they must posses
They were men but fourty strong who did our lands asaill


They were vilking, strong off arm
and yet we still prevailed


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Joe Cole Jun 2014
It wasnt often but when I did
Ardbeg would speak in my stead
and Ardbeg then would rule my head
It would speak the words I never could,
the words that should never be said
She entraps me in her golden snare
her pungent aroma fills the air
and the level of the liquid there
slowly and surely drops
The words oft unsaid then leave my mouth
for Ardbeg takes control
and speaks for me
The amber nectar in that bottle there
took my soul then destroyed the love I had
She has now gone, taken part of me
but the Ardbeg still remains
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