Flown to heaven,
Followed an angels call,
To live in peace and harmony,
I’ll watch from ‘Neath the sky so tall.

Each time I see you in a cloud,
The memories all come out to play,
Moments of isolation when I sit and think,
Where my spirit is broken ‘Neath the sky so grey.

Flown to heaven,
Followed an angels harp,
But I’ve travelled deep down to hell,
Shed my tears ‘Neath the sky so dark.

Here the ringing in my ear,
The distant hum of doom,
I know to avoid the stinging tail,
Of the bumblebee buzz flying in to view.

Eat the honey of the evil bug,
Who bringeth tastes divine to all,
Why must I fear the faint noise?
That surely brings only joy.

A sting it will not give,
For with its evil comes certain death,
A punishment severe,
For a cherished bumblebee dear.

I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to dream,
Now that you’ve departed and gone to heavens door,
My heart is full of anguish and my throat full of screams,
It’s an easy option to die for the reality is hard to ignore.

I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to breathe,
My lungs have collapsed, my soul snapped under the strain,
Breaking under the raging tears my blood starts to seethe,
A torturous amount of pain deep within that you never could preordain.

I remember the last words uttered on the wind,
For God to forgive every time you sinned,
And to open your dying eyes so that you can see,
And not continue falling saying “bury me”.

The photos of Iraq,
See soldiers smugly smiling,
Must be on crack.

The torture of the jailed,
Humiliated more than punished,
In glee how "the brave" wailed.

Soldiers for freedom and justice,
Think again and think,
Realise - illegality,
The pain, the torture.

The Arab world is our world too,
Don't be fooled or tricked,
Bush and Blair,
Utter *******,
Save the souls before the souls are turned,
Turned against our own.

"The camera never lies,
But liars may photograph."

The truth will out,
We will rock their world,
We will ruin their world,
We will break our world.

Central,
One we become,
Bodies flowing into each other,
Lover,
No cover,
Strip bare,
I'm here,
You're there,
Presenting your beauty,
Truly,
Passionate,
Encapsulating,
Above me,
Below me,
In me,
Devour me,
****** and endless,
Central.

Cheer me up with your caress,
Embrace my body and kiss me deep,
Then let me enjoy your tasty treat,
A flowing juice of passion sweet,
Before we melt like ice cream warm,
And meld to one steaming form.

Your hands are soft,
Your voice is rich,
Your nails are sharp,
Call me your *****,
Your love is strong,
Your heart is pure,
Your teeth sink deep,
Make me your cure.

Cheer me up with your embrace,
Caress my torso and lick my bone,
As I release my salty delight,
And roll your body hard all night,
Feeling your sweaty, toned, smooth chest,
Cheer me up and never rest.

Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice,
Watch as he comes back to free us,
Freedom,
Liberation,
Strong,
Song,
Easter Time,
To him be glory and power forever and ever,
Amen!

CHRISTMAS PARADISE

The table was filled with lots of things to eat,
Mince Pies, Stuffing, Turkey and many other meats,
A candle in the centre to flicker out its gold,
A special time for all of us to cherish and to hold.

Everyone pulls a ******* and wears their hats with pride,
As they sit around the burning logs warming all inside,
But through the window they can see a chestnut skating on the ice,
It tries to break through the frozen sheet to a Christmas paradise.

The singers are singing their tunes of Christmas dreams,
So that everybody's hearts and eyes can gleam,
The ribbon that will lie stretched out across the floor,
Will be forever engraved to our minds and deep within our core.

From every house along their street giggling can be heard,
And silent prayers are spoken but God hears every word,
To sprinkle merriment upon their place if only for one day,
So that they can celebrate Christmas in their own special way.

ONE ENCHANTED DAY

I looked from the window on a misty Christmas morn,
The fog was thicker than it had ever been before,
It was cold and quiet and all around my house,
Nothing appeared cheerful not even the decorated tree,
The fairy she looked glumly down,
And the baubles hung their heads in shame,
The tinsel draped all carelessly among the fading lights,
Above the fire there stood one solitary card from someone I once knew.

Around the foot of my Christmas tree not a gift awaited me,
Santa forgot to visit and it all seems so lonely,
I was beginning to despair that this was just another day,
But along came an angel and this she said to me,
I'll give you a tree with decorations so bright and a mantle full of cards,
If you'll enjoy this special day with every inch of your heart,
And so now my Christmas is full of cheer, saved from heartbreak and despair,
I thank the moon and all the stars for my one enchanted day.

SANTA HOPPED ONTO HIS SLEIGH

Santa hopped onto his sleigh with his sack of treats,
Working hard and happy to deliver to the streets,
He carried with him gifts of gold, gifts of card and gifts of cheese,
In answer to the kiddies� wishes for around their Christmas trees.

Santa hopped onto his sleigh pulled by Reindeers strong,
There was Comet and there was Blitzen on his journey long,
Rudolph led the team of merry deer, his nose a shiny red,
While Santa glided down the chimneys - the children still in bed.

Santa hopped onto his sleigh running as fast as he could,
With Donner, Dancer and ***** he knew they'd do what they should,
Old Dasher and Reindeer Cupid flew Santa to the skies,
So that to every little girl and boy he could bring a surprise.

Santa hopped onto his sleigh with thoughts for everyone,
He knew he had to finish soon as he saw the rising sun,
High into the clouds they soared leaving only a jangling bell,
Removing all traces of his presence so that no one on Earth could tell.

SPARE A THOUGHT

As you sit there feeding your face full of seconds and thirds,
And opening gifts that you may not deserve,
There is a place where Santa won't go,
The doorways and steeples with people freezing below,
They only know its Christmas because the streets are so bare,
But on this day of happiness - who will show them some care?

So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.

As we sit here laughing and falling asleep before the screen,
And eating lots more pudding - some with extra cream,
There is a place where Reindeer won't tread,
In the shelters and the hideaways filled with loneliness and dread,
They heard about a Christmas in a "once upon a time",
But on this day of indulgency - who will put their own greed on the line?

So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.

As you secretly think of the things Christmas didn't bring to you,
And thinking of seasonal games for you to play and do,
There is a place so lost that Santa cannot find,
Just a box of cardboard where hope gets left behind,
They were told that Christmas was just around the corner,
It's a day that never comes - who will stand and be more than a mourner?

So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.

So spare a thought this Christmas, spare a thought please do,
Spare a thought this Christmas for those less fortunate than you.

STOCKINGS

Timmy had a stocking hung from his bedroom door,
He wished that it be filled with things he'd never had before,
Maybe a toy soldier beating his drum,
Maybe a model sailor drinking his bottle of ***,
He hoped for a motorcar that could speed around his house,
Or maybe a cuddly toy the image of Mickey Mouse.

He hoped that Father Christmas would bring something for his mum,
Maybe a freshly baked cake or something filled with plum,
A brand new box of magic tricks for my brother Sam,
And a gift for dad to show how grateful I really am,
And Timmy hoped that his dog wouldn't be missed out,
Cause Rover would be sad and blue on Christmas day, no doubt.

Timmy was always thinking of others not only of himself,
That�s why he left a small token for Santa on the shelf,
There was plate filled with cookies - the ones with the choc-chip,
And there was some brandy to keep out the cold - just a little nip,
He also left a bag of many little snacks,
For all the hungry reindeer that'd help fly Santa back.

THE MEANING OF THIS CHRISTMAS

As you huddle beneath your Christmas tree,
Amidst a flame of warmth,
Opening presents, sharing presents, and sharing laughter too,
Remember the meaning of this Christmas is love and joy - peace, happiness for you.

Try to know the story of a baby that was born,
In a manger bed from a woman pure as snow,
Her husband he watched lovingly,
As he calmly cooled her brow.

On that starry night three wise travellers appeared,
Bearing gifts of golden wonder,
Without a need for return,
They sought only a moment with a new life that to this Earth He placed.

And now two thousand years away,
Let's try to recall the message of Christmas,
As we fill our plates with plenty - turkey and chocolate treats,
Singing carols and dancing alive with glee.

Try not to be contented with an overwhelming greed,
Look within your heart and see what you really need,
Is it music? Is it toys? Is it the latest craze?
Learn to embrace a loved one without a possession haze.

Hear the silent footsteps of the men, who travelled all night,
See the snowflakes drifting down from the heavens above,
A reminder to us all,
The meaning of this Christmas my dear, it must be love.

THE ROBIN

Is it the distant whisper of a thousand tiny bells?
Or is it the carolling that tells us when it starts?
I wish for the knowledge from many wishing wells,
I now know when Christmas arrives from the beating of my heart.

It's the day when first you see a robin perched upon a tree,
When you hear his little chirping from a snow covered branch,
You'll see his red breast moving in time with your heartbeat so free,
Be it snowy, be it wet, be it sunny, be it cold - I'll know from the robin on my ranch.

He comes my way each Christmas week and settles in his nest,
It's then I'll know that my sweet family will arrive,
And bring with them such hilarity that makes me truly blessed,
So I raise up my eyes to God and give thanks that I'm alive.

THE SNOWMAN COMES TO LIFE

Little Josephine spent yesterday outside,
She darted through the streets feeling snow under foot,
Her face shone out delight; her smile couldn't hide,
Nothing could ***** the blanket of white not even the blackness of soot,
So she found a silent spot, a space open wide,
A place to build her snowman, where he could always stay put.

She built him high and tall, as tall as her legs would allow,
She made him round and whole with a face that looked so proud,
Now the snow had settled down, it lay upon the bough,
She drew his eyes from coal and a mouth to laugh aloud,
She gave him nose of carrot, hat and scarf but darkness fell and go, she had to now,
She told the snowman she'd return tomorrow, this with crossed heart she vowed.

Home she ambled to her sleepy room to lay down her sweet head,
In her silent sleep that night the wondrous dreams she had,
She saw her snowman come to life and dance, not sit, around instead,
She watched him smile and seeing him fly - it all just made her glad,
In her books and stories a tale like this she'd never read,
She knew it was a dream yet she wasn't sad, the visions she saw were good - not bad.

Little Josephine returned the very next day,
Her snowman was gone the sunshine was here,
Her eyes welled up - her tongue no words to say,
The hat and scarf still on the ground showed nothing was to fear,
For in her mind she knew he'd visit - he would find a way,
If he couldn't get back inside, she'd made memories to recall each and every year.

TWO LOVERS HOLDING HANDS

Two lovers holding hands across the table,
Share this Christmas time,
Something simple no fancy foods,
Not concerned with wine,
They focus on the laughter, on the pleasure of this day,
As their smiles intertwine.

They take an elegant candle and place it in the mud,
They light the wick and out its fire shines bright,
There material belongings for which they will not care,
As they rest their heads on the carpet of endless white,
Holding each other tight they'll gaze beyond the stars,
Nothing will matter as their souls become one this Christmas night.

Two lovers holding hands for eternity,
Sharing each Christmas time,
Something precious and something true,
No concerns for design,
They focus on the sharing, on the wonder of each day,
As their lives will suddenly be defined.

I stood staring at that giant tree,
Stretching for miles above me,
My eyes wandered high,
Not a decoration passed me by,
But my eyes were drawn to the star on top,
Against the sky where my focus stopped,
I stared at the star and thought of the wise men,
And of their journey to the manger again,
The meaning of Christmas in one little symbol,
The Christmas Tree: so grand yet so simple.

Cigarettes and *******,
Sliding through my body,
I ache in pain and pleasure,
My heart is beating fast,
My mind is moving slow,
Drunk on Jack Daniels,
And secretly wanting to go.

Over and out and overboard,
I'm tried of the need to come alive,
Tired of losing four times out of five,
Reflection is shattered,
Soul is battered,
Cigarettes and *******,
Hate them, hurt me, want them.

Clinging to a thread of hope,
When the mirror cracked to shards,
And the broken branch on which I lean,
Has fallen to the lake,
Where muddy waters cover my view,
I'm lost,
Missing without a clue.

I sit and stare,
I look around the room,
See the dripping tap,
The peeling paper,
The clock upon the wall.

The clock doesn’t move,
The hands have stopped,
But still hear the ticking,
From the hallway,
The painting of melting clocks.

The time grazes by so slowly,
And nothing happens fast,
The evil of my dreaming,
The moment couldn’t last for long,
The clocks move time along.

When I go, don’t leave me staring,
I couldn’t bear to watch you cry,
Or see the damp patch on the ceiling,
In the moments after I die,
So close my eyes and give instant rest,
To a man who struggled through each day,
Allow me freedom from this life, grant this one request,
Close my eyes once I’ve gone and let me fly away.

So final,
So harsh,
A full stop to life,
So harsh,
So final.

A coffin,
Wood, nails,
A full stop to life,
Wood, nails,
A coffin.

So final,
So harsh,
A full stop to life,
So harsh,
So final.

Unlike any other day,
It's not quite the same,
The birds have fallen from flight,
And the bat hides away at night,
And I'm alone,
Here on the floor,
Cold.

I held your hand the day you died,
Between the bathroom and bedroom,
On the ground where you lay,
You were cold,
Your eyes had lost their spark,
You were haunted,
I was haunted,
You were present but far removed,
I was cold.

Cold,
Cold ever since,
Empty,
Empty and cold.

I said goodbye the day you died,
As you lay on the cold, hard ground,
Your mouth calling for help,
You were cold,
Your eyes had frozen pain,
You were haunted,
I was haunted,
You were missing but in my sight,
I was cold.

(This poem is dedicated with sadness and regret to the memory of my Grandmother.)

Understanding my mind,
Thought through,
Thorough,
Complete and whole,
I am togetherness,
I am solid and soulful,
I am collected.

My eyes are red from weeping,
And my skin has wrinkled under the strain,
Of stopping teardrops from taking their deadly fall,
From the cheek to the muddy ground beneath,
Where i place this wreath,
With colours that sing of you when i see them,
Green for the emerald in your eyes,
Pink for the tender lips i pressed to mine,
Yellow for the dress that you wore when first we danced,
And red for the warmth in your smile when we took that chance.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Nothing nicer,
Sinful sweetness,
Darling desire,
Every time we come together.

Nothing neater,
Sinful stardust,
Darling dancing,
Every time we come together.

Rows and queues of people,
Lines snaking around the church,
Slime and sin left inside,
Forgiven.

Heaps and mounds of decay,
Clumps rotting around the world,
Filth and foes left behind,
Misgovern.

Rows and queues of sinners,
Lines oozing around the church,
Healed and hurt left inside,
Forgiven.

In the corner of my mind lies a hidden miracle,
An honest feeling that dwells undisturbed,
Motionless,
Frozen in time,
It's an image of what might have been,
If time had let you stay and not forced you to let go,
It's the fear,
The fact that i'll never know.

Glad for what we had but it's not enough,
They say 'take the smooth with the rough',
But hell isn't a place you are meant to travel through,
You were stolen and i was thrown to the ever-after,
In space and given to Hades,
I drowned in despair.

I miss you.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by R. Kelly)

I feel them,
Hard like nails, pressing from behind,
I won’t let them out in front of you,
I run,
I run,
I run to the bedroom,
Close the door of solid wood,
And cry.

I look upon a field of daffodils,
Blooming,
In need of grooming,
So my mirror says,
But my heart is light,
Warm and free,
Head out to see the stars,
As Easter dawns and night departs,
I look upon a field of daffodils.

(Song title taken from Jane Monheit’s catalogue,
by Dietz and Schwartz)

As they lay in bed,
Back to back,
Asleep with folded arms,
They wonder how it came to pass,
That lovers embrace changed to isolated solace,
How it ever became a reality to miss the heart,
The hearts that used to beat together,
In tune to the dance they danced at night,
When the lights were down,
And the only sound heard in town,
Was of blissful love making,
Against the sky; bleak, black and stark,
As they were dancing in the dark.

A simple word,
One syllable,
Less than a second to say,
Maybe a second to type it,
But a lifetime of questions,
A lifetime of tears,
Several moments of anguish,
Several years of intrusive emotion,
Of counting the beats between each breath,
Such a throwaway word with heavy weights: death.

I held it and read it,
Over and over,
Words that broke my heart,
Date of birth,
Place of birth,
Date of death,
Place of death,
Closed a chapter with the harshness of a slamming door.

I often imagine that those I lose are up there,
Decorating the night sky,
Each a twinkling star,
A burst of fragrant light,
But still I know that eternity is rare,
Cause even stars have a lifeline,
This never seems to be fair,
To give up your world in mortal form,
To leave these lands and be reborn,
As a twinkling star,
But not be seen for you’ve travelled too far.

Wherever we go,
No matter what we do,
Life holds for us one certainty,
Death waits around the corner,
Like the moon about to break,
Eventually he takes hold,
And blocks the light it makes.

Dug in deep,
But deeper I fell,
There's no coin,
In my wishing well.

Lend to live,
But living is stress,
Golden crush,
Creates hellish mess.

Twelve months are now drawing to a close,
And a new one is visible,
Resting on the horizon of my dreams,
We'll sail through the festive time of Christmas,
And wave goodbye to another year of life.

The robin will dance upon the snow,
As the bare branches grey and humble with time,
December is a truly blesséd time,
December is the wisest place to be,
So wave goodbye to another year of time.

It’s a horrible thought,
Dying alone at home,
With no one to come rushing to my side,
It’ll be printed that a local man died,
Found three months later,
Holding the picture of mater,
Like a cheese that has decomposed.

I lay myself upon you,
I pray the moment lasts,
As deep into your eyes i stare,
And stroke the hair from your face,
My lips embrace the touch of yours,
And my breath is stolen by bliss.

The kiss of a moment for eternity,
As your neck and back i devour,
You pull me closer with your scent,
And take me to the edge of ecstasy,
I take your hand in mine,
Your fingertips i caress with gentleness.

I indulge my desire flesh to flesh,
As you indulge yours in the heat of the night,
A candle shines upon your naked breast,
Intensity and magic - you feel like an Empress,
To you my heart, body, soul and life i give,
If for one night your trust you unleash.

Attack upon a child,
Aggression and fearless thoughtlessness,
Treating others as animals,
Dehumanising them,
Leaving them alone and filled with hopelessness.

Strike the band,
And come on down,
Friends,
Family,
Loved ones turning up,
Loved ones coming 'round,
Hearing all the laughter,
Loving that delicate sound.

Punish my heart,
It aches to feel that which it fears,
The destiny of anguish,
The demise of sanity encountered through the years,
The years of struggle, strife and sadness,
The bliss of discovering the safety of madness.

Concrete rooms, concrete sky,
The layers they place upon my grave,
No coffin - just angry mud,
Of insects and bugs waiting to feast,
Upon the remains of flesh from the East,
Cold and my form deformed.

No heaven above have i travelled to,
No hell below has consumed me,
No limbo to repent and deny,
Just silent bitterness; jury for the death i daily die,
The tears i bury in a casket of air,
Frozen to the altar; i feel nothing is there.

Punish my heart,
It bleeds the red and hot of love,
Sheds the red and hot of hate,
Leaving an empty shell that yearns for the sting of salt,
The salt of seaside, sun and sadness,
The fear of discovering the safety of madness.

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Understand more,
And stop the spread,
Scientists work hard,
To create a walking dead,
Rather walking and living,
Than gone and forgotten,
Rather see the sunshine,
Than be a corpse and rotten.

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Thank goodness for rain,
It disguises the tears that crawl down my face,
The redness in my eyes,
Made from the bitter cold,
The truth about my sadness,
Hides beneath the storm cloud of gold,
I am a cunning chameleon,
Showing no signs of exposure,
Safe in my bubble of drizzle.

Making that final decision,
When to stop compressions,
To give up on a life,
Create a family depression.

Someone has to cope with calling,
When eternity calls,
We let doctors play God,
They stay professional as life falls.

Like the wind
Flows to the sky,
You and I must try,
To escape hell,
To reach our goals.

Don't give in,
Don't give up,
Follow the crowds,
But stand tall and be proud,
Don't give in,
Don't give up.

I like to take risks,
Live on the edge of life,
I throw myself into tricks,
Danger fire, danger knife.

Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet.

Walk on the wild side,
Plunge into life’s deep end,
Unfastened; ready to ride,
Danger curve, danger bend.

Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet…

…Don’t take me yet.

(Song title from Madeleine Payroux’s catalogue,
by Peyroux, Harris & Klein)

I know I should be famous,
I know I need to take the plunge,
To leap from the edge,
To ride the wind wherever it leads,
To write my stories, sing my songs,
Act the roles, be where I belong,
But I get scared by own doubts,
I tell myself to take the bull by the horns,
And enjoy my fame in all its forms,
Mama says, “Do something with your life”,
Papa says, “Risk the hurt and the strife”,
I say, “Don’t wait too long”,
But still I wait like an unlit candle,
An unturned page,
A roaring fire waiting to rage.

Don't you see that I love you?
Soft smile or a cheeky grin,
A beautiful shell shielding the warmth within,
Don't you see that I love you?
Deep in thought with sparkling eyes,
A wondrous kiss that suffocates my sighs.

Don't you see that I need you?
Tender skin and forceful hands,
A passionate grip that I can understand,
Don't you see that I need you?
Trusting soul and open heart,
An enduring love that will never dare part.

I've dreamed of you,
Eyes closed,
Peaceful slumber,
But still your touch,
Your eyes and lips rest on me,
Like a feather rests on the grass,
Caught in the blades of love.

I feel the urge still,
But I cannot give in,
I can drink,
But should I allow myself to feel the flavour?

I like alcohol,
It likes me,
It's my friend,
It's my enemy,
But I can't live without it,
I can't live with it.

(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James)

The saloon doors swing open,
And a cowboy staggers in,
He swaggers to the bar,
Orders drink after drink,
I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks,
I’ve seen this John Wayne type before,
With Clint behind the eyes,
A need for speed,
To search, to be,
He lives his life on a drunken spree,
Praying it won’t catch up with him,
Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon,
Cowboy strong and runs the town,
Cowboy hurt,
Cowboy down.