Little boy hurt his head.


Reluctantly he was found quite dead
A mothers shoe had hit him on the head
Don't blame her that was all we said
It could have happened when he was alone in bed
He cried all night and the street lights were all orange red
The night was cold as the window was open and he couldn't reach the ledge
He fell off the little chair and very badly bruised his leg
Played on the floor till the sun came up and was rushed and fed
The poor little boy had to go everywhere she lead
That night he did not come home but had gone instead.

Emotional control



I fly high sometimes against the ever changing breeze

I swoop so low to rest my burning wings

I can see so much amongst the greenest trees

It just calms me enough so that my eyes can see

I reach far beyond the clouds for fortune brings

I can't help it because I have the strongest soulful feelings

My mind controls that which hopes eternal does not sing

My head is strong enough to keep what's real like a circular ring

I fly so high so high till another sunshine comes to settle all these things

Pink river

Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs

The first time ever I saw your face

Believe please believe in me
I've walked the desert now I see
I hear the sound of the sun rising feeling free
I see all around now the light has come across the open sea
Why could night shade the sun from letting me just be
I wanted to see what I wanted to see listened to no one don't you agree
Stars go and come millions of light years from where it started was a collision incredibly
So now we've got the past and moments in my mind will forever last just debris floating endlessly
I can't forget the day we met and all we are you'll never accept peacefully hold my hand and once again we'll be free

Spoken

Feathers on a crows back are black and sleak
He wears a proud long billed beak
When he goes hunting far and wide and deep
You know the squawk that someone else is ever weak
The colour of the leaves are green and brown and red to me to seep
My mind is out their trying to reach the animal that was caught but no one can never ever speak
I watch the birds on tops of trees to see their prey they have to eat but isn't it horrid to be preyed upon when one moment you're alive then suddenly you are gone and my eyes can see to weep.

She

A silhouette holds my hand
When a whale is trapped on land
A cemetery for an old broken man
A church candle lit on a lamp stand
She tore my heart out;
She tore my heart out.

Flowers on the Beach

Flowers growing on the beach
Some flowers are peachy pears
Some are long and slim and sleek
I swear I love every colour their
Especially with long blonde hair
The waves are gently lapping at their feet
One two three they are in my every heartbeat
I can't take my eyes off the curves that meet
The shoes they wear are crippling me just watching makes me weep
I rub some sun oil on because I don't think I can take this heat
Flowers growing on the beach
Just lead me there .................yeah .............yeah...........yeah