May good souls stay in the light. While the souls of murders & wrongers  burn in the fire. May our desires rule out hearts not our minds. In the life we live for one day there be the end of mankind. As every life's short so be kind to each other. For in death all our friends and families will reunite.

My time stopped to ease my thoughts with stories of old as the cold saw it's discontent. While I was wrapped in warmth with a friend against the ice and the frost as dehydration showed it usual face. Living in a white torrent place wishing for a dry fruitful space. Knowing if we were outside our bodies would be frozen without decay. Our breath will be visible and seen looking for something green. knowing loneliness is tough to cope as you see a wintery *****. In a baroness wilderness there's no boat to sail or vote to cast I just wish we lived in one united class.

This fall of mine belittled my sight now I only see in black and white. Why, O why should I see a world without colour then this to me should never be familiar. At least I m not blind to see trying to live out my own destiny. Livings in dreams of thoughts and sounds with a famous god above. Showing all on earth no love. These old and new testiments are all man made. As there written words helps there faiths. This life with live in is short and hard fought so without being taught. You turn to crime after your caught. Your living back to nought. Would be a nameless shameless pain with nothing to give and nothing gain. With only a McDonalds mirror to see your veins now dirt and vanity washed away. Sleeping on park benches, shop door ways, throw off  buses and trains with all of society to see to entertain. With no phone, no home but never alone. As you wake up to strangers with no friends to greet with holes on your shoes showing your naked feet. Because there's never any love when you live on the streets.

Calmness is a breeze that can surround our sins for if we lose we surely won't win. As death finds it's own formidable path I shall weep not laugh. When time moves so fast one day my future will be a distant past. While we ride the  storms of indecisions what makes us wise is the experiences in our lives and the choices we make. Each morning I use to wake up and look out my window to see the sunrise while gazing at a solement sky. As I thought to myself what will I see when I die. The tides will turn woe be the hearts of every woman, man and child so please lord. Let it be replaced with just love.

I ve been out of mind with nothing in my pocket. Left all my bad that makes me sad. Now be warned by the badness that seeks to destroy us all after we're born. Be thankful that we are not all hateful. I just hope love can conquer all. So lush is life do we need to see so much horrfic sights. Is it because they are to blind to see what is right front of there eyes. Knowing  in such conquests we should value family and friends above all. While some of the laws we live by should not stand the tests of time.

There was no spirit dropped as the sunshine glowed before I moured. In the mirror looking back at me I could see a ghostly figure with a fevered brow. The sight I saw was of my father so cold lying so still. If only I could of seen him take his last breathe. Maybe his soul could of stayed a while and I might of  prevented his death. That's was wishful thinking of broken dreams leaving your descendants longing for more. Father, father never forgotten as I woke up on a drunken night brawl. Stil intoxicated then I couldn't walk so I crawled. As I sat on limestone steps even eleven years on its still tough to except your dead. I know you cast no shadow in my heart of hearts there I would of stayed lonely in the shallows if weren't for my wife. Authentic and genuine for all of his memories live on as she calms my rage soothing my mind through thunder and rain. Dad how can there be thoughtful celebrations without so many kind words spoken. Knowing even the strongest of us gets tense. With love from my wife it will always make sense. In worst weathers these memories are never lost. If I didn't have a clue I would be puzzled, perplexed and bemused to mysteries that never bring. Baffled in a world of pure emotions with worldy trade your foot prints to me will never fade. In different places with hidden faces to ashamed. How horrific they treated other races in history. We should never forget the pain and misery this has caused them in this world for there should never have be any slaves. So all of man kind can you promise me one thing I don't wanna hear any more lies. When the tide turns washing over the sands. With **** back whales free from fishing lines. Maybe one day there be helping me and my granddaughter Alana Rose. To show all of my nieces and brothers. Where scorpions roam there were no roads. Leaving behind no poison bones for that was never my home. Now preoccupied in deep thought but never misplaced on land and sea. As I m never in disbelief what my eyes never seen. With lessons to teach us all as we be hold god's grand designs. I miss and love you my father rest in peace.

As the moonlight shivered in her lonesome eyes just as midnight told her lies. While the shadows were fooled by her disguise. She hid in the shade hiding from deaths first light. While the silhouettes danced over the waters edge there layed god's only pledge. Then the souls of the dead lined up on the abyss. Waiting for all that's good on heavens bridge. Just as darkness took flight apon a murderous spell. Bringing all the sinners to her fiery hell.

It looked like muddy grounds where small dusty roses growed wild on the gable end of a wooden barn. As a spinster spinned her wheel of wool the size of a yarn. Where intermediate surfaces laid doorment as she hid away from hideous minds. While she lowered her guard in the back of a interview room in Scotland yard. The smell of tea and wee displaced the air they breathed holding all colour, creed and race without shame and with disgrace. There the prisoner waits knowing no policeman's your mate. Elbows in windows as belts and pistons drives there jam jars. Searching for another criminal to put safely behind bars as a prison guard looks up at the stars. Knowing this is ornate world as they lie on a gauntness sofa with blistering leather that craved a different stage trying to trick the judge. That they all have a different mental age while trying not to hold a grudge as they calm there own rage. This daunting life where they wear stripes fighting against right and wrong living under a deceitful con. While blades melts into brush displacing there medieval amour with surnames and number on signs knowing extra days squashing there fines. To get to the truth you will hear so many lies.

If you bring out the cleverness in you it can bring out the dumbness in others. As the scene goes a miss the residue gathered in the mist. While he reminises the past judgement followed him for all his sins. Knowing women and men are never built to last. Then a whitewashed culvert glittered as the sealights beamed on golden sands. Just as the tides turned reveling the ocean floor. Then man wrote with quil and ink. Having the need to stop to think in the blink of a eye there futures passed. Exiled in the shadow of presence then cut down in prime of life. Withdrawing from solitude in a endless embrace of love leaving the abruptness of hate behind. Knowing they were still haunted by there dreams. As sweat lanquished on there pillows drained by the memories of all that fell. Nor trench or soil, iron or lead could keep out that deadly stench. There's no innocence in war so why do they keep death a secret. Is it because babies die leaving loved ones to cry. Without willful bliss needing a affectionate kiss to tame there hearts as they wished the need for peace.

To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.

On highest orders misguided they may be. Some wars are started by  individuals resulting so much terror. But we still need to account for human error. Unmarked graves halo be thou name leaving so much pain. As grieving parents cry for the loss of there loved ones. Soldiers and Surgeons trying there best as as political leaders sit behind there desks. In the armed forces the strong are left in emotional wrecks. I hope they shall never hide from forbidden lies that tries to sway there minds. As haunted dreams turn to nightmares with tears of sorrow on there pillows. That just shows they care because in war no one's fair.

In the world full of transparency lived humans in a dalligone age hoping for there immanent lands to be free. Knowing even in darkness there's glar and glit while they wished on a starlight.  They could see what marvels beholds the skies. As doldrums of listlessness saw a new dawn making a mockery of the dazzling sunshine. Then the winds shifted the mountain peaks snows white brilliance in a winters storm. On the horizons shorn the shadow of man following his betrovel through time and space. Even in death he couldn't contain his love for her for it was eternal  like the souls of all good women and men. Every heavy heart must have hope even in the wilderness. While fearing the centre of a harriet charm. Lied the evil truth beyond a lariet chain of hate there stood harms way and the love of another man.

Artisticism is the political and radical fight for art.

On a beautiful warm sunny day so clear was the air I breathe. There was no lord of trickery standing near his horse. while staring at his enemy as a lonely corpse. When peace is the best and war is the worst. What's left when there's no remorse. When you can't be deaf to there commands. Because only in death can death ears not listen. We must never discriminate against colour or creed. So please lord let every good souls be free. Then it would be so good to see.  Even when there's collapse and demise still people shut there eyes. So may the tides turn as you journey through goverment lies while so many families see there loved ones for the last time. Remembering just the fun and kind times with that special someone.

Do you remember putting down your jumper and top as goal posts on a windy day then it starts to rain, because I do. While you looked up at a cloudy sky without a care in the world and every football pitch from far looked the same, because I do. When you didn't have enough money to buy shin pads and every tackle and kick you felt the pain, because I do. There's was no shame when you played lame. As the opposition scored and you were the only one they blamed. Because you were to injured to train, because I do. Even if you turned professional and you found fame just for the game, just for the love, grass roots football.

A true intellectual must learn how to read and write with thoughts of the mind. knowing the ways of our true intellectuals in our time.

Even if people are visible to you. Some things still don't become clear in life. Because what we can't hear we can see. What we can't see we can hear and what makes us cry we fear. So why is death a curse of the living when youth is a blessing and old age is a gift. At least in life there's hope.

Your burning eyes took a glimpse of me with so much profound love. Through daylight hours and night time cuddles with sweet dreams to temper my soul. With motions of passions to sooth our hearts with multivalent values to eases our minds. In a world full of aggression I hope love eases our tensions even after our pensions. Because my love for you is my only mission.

There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy that displays promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.

These badmen had a evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretension from heartbroken minds knowing  love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable  as he looked upon a golden leaf with only power stopping him from being a thief. As his preternatural transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled shoes dulled as woman and men heared in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a prosperous life. Reading there will of there destiny a solicitor looked upon disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. As a glint from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. While he's free in a merciful maze as they all wondered what will happen in this limitless time. With contenous holes that soiled his body in a unmarked grave. Just as perfumes and aftershaves masked a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.

Look to the stars to see they shine so bright for are wisdom must never see the light. Then I hope our darkest days gets left the past so vast and few then let no shadow be cast in a lonely cue. While no deaths shall steal the show as legends are made and stars are born. For there never is a perfect day.

As I look into your eyes there's always signs that temper my soul. To ease my tensions as the paradox of my passions. Stay with me to be part of my fashion with you my love. Let my nights be cold if I'm not lying next to you. Then let my mornings be blue if our love isn't true when I'm never with you. Let my feeling's be  part of my desire. As my heart feels up with a passionate fire. Knowing you tell me the truth without any lies. When my obsessions rule my mind then let it only be in our sessions of tender loving cuddles and kisses. Because you are my only Mrs. Leaving only our love rendered in our souls to show us the meaning of our lives.

In loving memory of those great war souls. Who chose no hidden goals who fought for no silver, jewels or gold with deadly stories to be told. To our young allies who risked there lives against those who blocked out the skies. In the dead of the night as it turned to daylight. May peace be with us in our hour of need to stem our enemies greed. While heads of states turn to brass it's tough to forget our past. With family names written on wooden benches. As battle worn trenches hide bones of the buried. So the living can stay alive watching there sons and daughters grow up to get married. So don't hurry your dreams in conquest or loss for our great world is full of hope. With no names on there graves. Just remember those brave lost souls.

She had a concierge to hold her thoughts in the verge of her passionate highs. To a lady you must tell no lies because it's best to speak the truth or prepare to have arguments before you cry as they say there goodbyes. Why do we lose before we can win in a world full of sin as we lie in wait for virtues that are not made of our own. While we sow the seeds of regreat what's left without love to burden our hearts just as hate poisons our minds. In a time of commitment that never leaves our souls all alone facing the bitter edge in a world full of love we pledge.

Can't you see my darling Janet your my only love. Through snow till dust if lust takes me let it be replaced with emotional trust. So let go of your rage for this is our day. While we let our passions collide knowing our feelings for each other will never hide. Woe be the times before I found my mind. Without companionship there's loneliness and without sadness there can be no sorrow. Only grief when we lose someone we love. In a world full of espionage there's always borrowed spies so in truth there's no lies.

A unknown person maybe a fight you can never win.

Art doesnt take time to master it's creativity. It just takes time to master your own style of art.

The pageantry of bliss gathered in the remoteness of solitude with insufficient conquest that brodens the soul. As Christmas mornings engulfed the constancy of his beating heart. Just as a sporran beneath the waves divided his world from land and sea. While a thorn tree shared the night with death as a lonely bird perched on a branch at the end of her tether. As the ground wiped it's stone of empty coals in the fowls stood the richness of life preying on mankind's window.

If our concious ruled our minds we would have no crime in this world.

They say the eyes are the windows of our souls. It's only the devil in us that makes us evil fools. Now my grandparents Frank and Eileen were a loving couple that cared more about people's hearts and minds than money and gold. It just shows you not every one's callous and cold. Every Sunday at church they listened to Brian's hymns and sang songs. Then told stories of old. No matter how bad or good the weather was at Christmas time. He would be dressed as Santa Claus
trying to make every boy and girl feel fine. When there were summer fates they ate and made beautiful cakes. While my mum Ruth and my dad John would be late. So they would wait for their wonderful family arriving from Southgate.