Thoughts of the City.

 Just wrote this while tucked up in bed with the rain hitting the windows..hope you like it.

The street lights seem to flicker in the rain
and the reflections from the dark wet road shimmer,
like stars that are lost to eternity.
The breeze takes the raindrops this way and that,
in a frenzied dance inspired by the neon filled horizon.
The hustle and bustle of the day has given way to night.
Where once stood hundreds now only a lone cat casts a shadow
seemingly oblivious to the flashing science of lights
lit up to pedal the wares of business people long gone for the night.
A sign swings in the breeze to and fro with an eerie squeal,
Discarded paper forms spirals in the air in defiance of gravity
casting shadows on wet brickwork and shop windows
The reality of our own mortality swamps my thoughts.
At once the silence is deafening and frightening at the same time. 
It's 4 a.m in the City. 

War dogs.

When all the bombs are silenced
When all the dust has died
When all the planes of violence
Are stored all safe inside

When all the crumbled buildings
Just teeter on the brink
When water lies in every street
Yet none is fit to drink

When politicians preaching
Of peace and healing sores
Just fail to see they're teaching
The young to fight in wars

When rhetoric and violence
Are met with with much the same
The guns will not be silenced
The killing still remains.

When families are slaughtered
And Generals hold the sway
Sure tell our sons and daughters
That no-one wins today

Easter Thought.

 Something for Easter Sunday morning.


At easter time its understood
That evil couldn't triumph good

For all the sins man had begun
were taken on by only one

For he was special that's agreed
He saved us in our hour of need,

No selfish thought to save his skin
A saviour true was ushered in

Though man behaved with such contempt
The saviours feelings weren't exempt

He knew that man was worth the fight
To change the dark back to the light

And yes still now the lessons learned
That even with your bridge's burnt

It needs just one with faith in you
To make things work and see it through

So even if your faith is shallow
You can walk the straight and narrow

There is always someone there
Just ask him with a simple prayer.

'The Daily Blah...'

With sound not heard
Yet so absurd
As to enlighten
Or just frighten
Fashioned in the word obtrusive
Rarely caught and so elusive
Eloquent it's very manner
Never finest use of grammar
Soundbite each and every nation
Uttered without hesitation
Selfish in it's very form
Like a baby newly born
Sucking life
Causing strife
Telling lies
Causing sighs
Lawsuit filed
And so reviled
All in Daily Blah's agenda.
...Paper-boy 'return to sender'.

A Child's eyes.

To see through child's eyes again
Oh lord now such a dream,
Of scented air with not a care
And tales of all we've seen.

The warmth of days in summers haze
The softest breezes blew
A reverence of innocence
Those days were all too few.

When day was ending we grew tired
Then tucked into our beds
Spawned dreams of scenes, a field of fire
Inside our youthful heads.

But why these thoughts as I now age?
Should haunt me thus with pain?
As life and strife is my next page
I wish for youth again.

..Homecoming.

The sea breeze stings this weary face
As home comes into view

My journeys end is drawing near
Cant help but think of you

Though I am tired and hurting
You stand out like a star

That guides me ever onwards
From foreign lands afar

I kept you here beside me
Through all the the hurt and pain

Just dreaming of the the day i'm home
To share our love again

I step upon this hallowed land
The place that I call home

You should be there to take my hand
We've both been so alone

But as I reach the harbour
My head bows to the ground

Its all a dream and I recall
The new love you have found

And though my heart is broken
And life for me stands still

I carry all those dreams with me
I guess I always will.