Dusk

The silence broken, shrieks a far off hawk
As darkness starts to fall it leads alone to night
As cloudless dusk shows Venus first
In a dazzling display of early light

The orange sky spreads fingers
Heaven wide and stretched so long
Above the silent hills
Though nothing at this moment feels wrong

The silent grasses wear a heavy dew
They glisten in the stillest air
The last rays of the sun have painted them
Orange and yellow like crystals everywhere

The sheep lie still and cry a sorrowful
cry that breaks the dusky silence
As the quiet of the valley overwhelms
The senses that would shy away from violence

A mist is slowly gathering to follow river path
The coolness of late evening is felt
A rememberance of times so sadly past
Attacks your very senses makes you melt.

These are times of deepest thoughts and dreams
When youth made up such thoughts alone
And made such stories that you could believe
Nurture, care for and make your very own.

I am older now and to such views I aspire
To conjure up those thoughts for just a second
But in a fleeting moment they are gone
As if into a mortal reality they are so beckoned.

The test.

Ask me not for good advice pretend i dont exist
Reach out for all that's true to you alone
The feelings that you dwell upon then make you so
Not scribblings on some self appointed list

Dont set the bar so high that you are sure to fail
Remember that in life the losers have a place
The reason for competing is not to win alone
And life is not a senseless race upon a guided rail

Brightness in endeavour finds a way to every heart
From whence direction came it matters not
Like music soothes the tortured mind with just a song
And all that lies before in life right from the very start.

That life will treat you with respect upon your chosen path
A gamble that has odds of such proportions very true
Your strength will come in all those testing times that lie ahead
Your one and only weapon your ability to smile ...and laugh

Buzzin'

Head is always buzzing as the days are flying by
The world is just a blur today think i'm gonna cry
There aint no time for manners and the lies are guaranteed
All the people round me seem to have a different need

I ask a simple question and the answers never come
I think I need a holiday somewhere with loads of sun
Sitting down and drinking mean would be a worthy cause
No telephone like back at home no knocks on office doors

But I must sit amongst this shit and while my days away
Cos holidays are just a dream I never save my pay
So when I'm home i'll ditch the phone and kick back in the chair
And listen to some Marley tunes it's just like i am there

Now if your feeling down and blue and life is just a chore
Slam dunk the phone leave it alone it's just another bore
Party hard and party fast let music be your master
Enjoy your life forget the strife you won't die any faster

The devil wears red ..

The face of evil knows my creed
Sets a chair at my table of hate
Loud cheers at sight of my deadliest deed
Oh!.. lost souls can always just wait

Our source of believers is plentiful too
For accomplices we rarely seek
Just ordinary people like me and like you
With a penchant to pray on the weak

My evil is such that my foes simply wilt
My being offends a whole host
I feed on such people so riddled with guilt
On my plight to spread evil I boast.

A quantum of thoughts is all i require
No salesman's patter from me
I pander to those with a greedy desire
And hell is their true destiny

Believe in your God and shout out his name
I promise to give it some thought
To me it is all just a wonderful game
There's a price that you all can be bought

Prada was just a joke that i played
My fashion is anything red
My price is the ultimate one you will pay
So enjoy, you're mine when you're dead...

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A churlish thing.

I sit and contemplate 'that' word
For the life of me.. I know not why
It is a word that sits uncomfortably
A stranger in a land laden with such thoughts .

'Love' is made of childish things
That once this mind new well
But now all too often it is my jailer
There to beat my life and soul into a cage.

I have 'loved' many things and people,
I have 'loved my life and family
But in reality what is love if it can't be true
Or in fact you are not true to love?.

I stand and take a bow to the points it has won
It pays me no respect or dues... nor i it
Save for children that love unconditionally
I am unloved. So be it. I am still me.

Nothin on...G4S

With apologies to Bruce Springsteen :-)... but none to G4s  

Bought a bourgeois house in the Cheshire hills
With a load of hundred thousand Olympic bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
We made fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on

Well now security sure was my company's wish
So we hopped into town for some youth to diss
I tied them to the top of my Japanese car
I asked 'em to make us safe but we never got far
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven million spent and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on

Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We gotta big cheque that was causing some stares
All I got was a note that said I have to step down
There's fifty seven million spent but no-ones in town "
(Fifty-seven million and nothin' doin)

So I bought a .44 magnum, it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my career lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for security i just failed to meet
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven million and nothin' on"
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and still and nothin' on

I can see by your smile son there's nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and nothin' on
Fifty-seven million and no security on...

The Window.

An arch, rectangle, round or square
A portal to your world,
The window's form takes many shapes
Reflecting life unfurled.

A sign of light a place to view
From storm a shelter too,
Where rain's transparent beauty's seen
Along with morning dew.

Life is there behind that glass,
First seen from mother's breast
In every waking moment then
Until we're laid to rest.

Shadow Of Life.

My life is but a shadow.
I exist but in reality there is no me.
I am there because I am seen
I am seen and hence expected

But, there is no me.
If i disappear there would be no change
The same things would occur
I make no difference

It is not lonely.
It is more real than loneliness
A sense of lost.
A sense of no direction.

I fear that i am swallowed whole
Irrational.. if you are not I
A pitiful existence
From a pitiful man.

Words cannot console such thoughts
A mistake so many people make.
Only strength of my mind and spirit
Stand a mortal chance. 

But I weaken.
The reckoning is due
When your worth is in question
Why should this wretch be saved.

I look for guidance
I look for reason
I look for love.
I find only my shadow.

But it's not really there. Is it?.




 

The Silenced Heroes.

A solitary chair, a place no longer set
Amidst the sound of silence we never will forget
A family in mourning with hearts just torn in two
A feeling of emotion so raw it swallows you

No walks on sunny Sundays, no picnics in the park
No hugs when they are needed no light when it is dark
A whole new world emerges so full of broken dreams
The heartache and the sadness normality it seems.

The politicians speeches the rhetoric of hate
They say its getting better but for you its now too late
The painfulness of living a life when they are gone
The darkest days ahead now where once they proudly shone

Take comfort in your time of need and let your spirit soar
For people of this country will support you evermore
Those bombs may break a body on unforgiving sand
But heroes find a special place, it's called the promised land.

I am no poet.

A poet... oh i am?, says I,

Perhaps it's what you think

Just mixed up words of life I cry

From someone on the brink


Mere words assembled in a row

From thoughts so few of many

labelled then a poet so,

Though none worth but a penny.



I speak as though my mind should find

My head in quite a spin,

With rhymes and verse a peace I find

That life could scarce begin.



That label sticks and holds me back

A form I have to follow,

A fear of literary attack,

Can leave my words quite hollow



So cast me not as just a poet

Sense that i am fighting,

I'm more than that and you should know it

That's why i keep writing.