Your father is dead, Gimp Bailey,
We found his body all bloodied and mashed,
Wouldn't have known it was him, Gimp Bailey,
Had he not screamed your name with his dying thrash,

T'was but days ago, Gimp Bailey,
You and I walked the town in the cold
I saw the scars on your bald head turn blue,
And your leg shook right out of your hold,

The wolves hadn't touched him, Gimp Bailey,
Though we could hear their howl in the wind,
'Treated him with the respect he never showed you,
For a sinner, that *******, sure new how to sin,

When we passed the catherdral, Gimp Bailey,
You looked to the bell tower high,
And you asked me, confused, Gimp Bailey,
Why men build their towers so high,
What's so wrong with the blue of the sky?

We know it was you, Gimp Bailey,
'Cause against the blue-black of the dusk,
Saw your silhouette, Gimp Bailey,
We saw your limping husk.

You bowed your burnt head, Gimp Bailey,
As we passed by the looming bell tower,
And we both know why you did, Gimp Bailey,
For it rang out for your final hour,

His blood turned to red snow, Gimp Bailey,
Whilst our hounds were sniffing your trail,
And where did you go, Gimp Bailey?
How did you run if you are so frail?

But you weren't trying to hide, Gimp Bailey,
Because we saw that scarred blue-bald head,
From the top of the tower with the toll of the bell,
You screamed, "He is dead! He is Dead!"

Then we heard the crash, Gimp Bailey,
As the Bell fell down the stair well
Into eternity, Gimp Bailey,
It fell into the depths of hell,

And still we waited, Gimp Bailey,
With our guns, oh so ready to shoot,
We didn't know how much you hated,
That man - that beast - that brute -

And when you appeared out the doors,
We saw your hands all bloodied and bruised
From the pillars you smashed, Gimp Bailey,
From the hate of being abused,

When the roof came down, Gimp Bailey,
We didn't know what to say!
When the walls folded in, Gimp Bailey,
There was nothing to do but to pray!

I wish you had run, Gimp Bailey,
But you were a gorgoyle instead,
I called to you, Gimp Bailey,
Whilst those stones fell upon your head...

Each brick that fell, Gimp Bailey,
Was no different from your fathers back hand,
And they twisted your limbs, Gimp Bailey,
Like your leg broken by that man,

And the mortor that crashed, Gimp Bailey,
Ripped open the scars on your head,
Like the fire your father had set on your skull,
Oh Gimp Bailey, are you happy you're dead?

Lost has become an expression to me,
not a sensation of unknowing
more of a sensation of loss of myself
lost,
im lost without you,
without it i might be dull
but without you, Im nothing but a shell
your the scrap i have left,
silk that weighs more then gold,
you have a heart of fire ive been told,
i want it, wrapped in ice and dipped in sugar,
I belive i am the one who can take you there
but we went from 80 to 0 real fast..
and  I wasnt wearing a seatbelt
but christ i still have whip lash
because  my unconditional love for you coaxed me into safety,
i took of my harness and let myself be me,
and now your saying i should take me away from me,
that i should just simply stop beeing what i am
its not so easy when all you have to fix a concret wall is craft paper
I get that you think im a lady killer
and i despise the fact you think i enjoy it,
but i understand your misconceptions, i know what its like to be stuck in your head without a lock for the broken key around your neck
but unlike you think, my tounge is dull as butter knife on any other median but paper,
my skull is as emptier of lust for another woman
then a gay priest married to Christ, '
you have nothing to fear  sweet heart, i dont want to go anywhere,
I know you think im a brick wall,
of problems and cracks and faults
and your mad your out of mortor to fix me
just understand knocking me back down doesnt get  me any further foreward..
be declicate when you build me back up...
your building yourself a future..
this broken fence,
this unshapped clay,
is yours now to ply and toy with. No one elses,
just say you love me one more time so i can sleep..
and understand im trying as hard as i can,
to be the man you want me to be

QUESTIONS...

What if God was a solider,
if only for one day?
Would he put on his training boots,
chasing mortor bombs away?
Would he comfort the widows,
grieving for loved ones they've just lost?
Or would he just listen to prayers,
in a way their not forgot?

What if God was a solider,
if only for one day?
would he end the bitter cries,
offer strength to those a stray?
Would he march into battle,
on the front line day and night?
or would he turn to run,
knowing deep down he couldn't fight?

What if God was a solider,
if only for one day?
would he sit with in the trenches,
offering hope along the way?
Or would he just shoot his rifle,
bullets flying like wings of a bird?
Maybe sharpen up his bayonet,
for its shine shone across the world?

But what if a solider was God,
if only for one day?
would he clear the leading parties minds,
that seem to go astray?
He may share many of his stories,
his experience of war.
to show young men prayers superior,
to guns alone or more.

What if a solider was God,
if only for one day?
He would mark that day with memories,
pride and honour all the way.
He  would keep there minds open,
with all sense of brotherhood and pride.
Of loved ones lost departed,
souls drift on seas or tide.
Of fallen men and women,
so there always by our side.

Maggie Evans

A long time ago, you asked me what I was going to miss about this place
And I couldn't answer
I hid behind my tears

These words you may never know, but they are the truth and so they must be told somewhere

I'm going to miss puting my arms around you and the echoes of our solidarity ringing out into the night

I'm going to miss the confidence of being right for something, for once

I'm even going to miss the walk to the field, the goose noises, and the annoying little kids at the football games

I'm going to miss performing with you two, the way the field looks under the lights, the way it feels to become part of the music, and to share that with your best friends

I'm going to miss staying late and leaving early, looking out for everyone and being looked up to, miss being a leader

I'm going to miss having you, coaches who were willing to push, who promised not to go anywhere and stayed, who believed and took us to where we wanted to be

But I couldn't say any of these when you asked because they are not all that is behind my tears

I broke when this place crumbled- permanently, for good

I threw myself into restoring what I loved, working off a vision of what never really was

And I made it happen

But in doing so, this place, built with my blood as mortor and my bones as brick, this place stole a chunk of my heart

We are inseparable but moving on

And so when you see me cry, a lot of it is sadness as you may expect

I don't want to leave.

But the truth is for all the things I lost here and all the things I gave, for the experience I won't have but you will


Some of this is pain.

Our lives so simple but oh so complicated. Our dreams of cardboard house, where we live. A few hours pass reality, land will be bought. Soon cardboard dream will be wood and steel structure built by our love; its reality. Im moving forward towards you. Months will become hours till im back where i shouldve never left. Carboard? Vs reality. Its gonna come true. My love will make it from wood and mortor. Then soon we will be reality.

Dedicated to Special K

For the time is not mine to keep
Impassable mortor keeps me at bay
The smell of fear like the waves of high tide
crashing upon the rocky shore that was my life
My judgment was passed before your words were spoken
Oh, my love- how I bleed for you
Is that your blood as well?  Do you shed for me as well?
I have left nothing
Proverbial dust in the wind
For it is not for everyone to leave their stain upon the play