Your Own Song.

I may be walking by but i still hear
That look is one that I have grown to know
The water's muddy but the message clear,
And i could never swim against such flow.

That life should now become a living chore
And love a feeling you choose to ignore
Betraying what's beneath my troubled mind
Should someone ever take the time to find.

A heavy heart can beat but has it's limits
The burden more than most could ever bear
The journey taken long when you begin it
And paradise not always waiting there.

The faults I have I know are one and many
Perfection lies beyond our mortal gaze
But what life I have left if there be any,
I'll dance to every tune the piper plays.



 

Suffer The Children.

The gun so mightier than the sword,
Our forefathers rights to fight with guns
A bully, simply not ignored,
Now murders all our daughters and our sons

We fight for rights that strike our core,
Chant our slogan 'protect and self defense!',
We need these guns and that's for sure,
Or modern life will make no earthly sense.

But count the broken dreams you see,
Cry not of how your rights have been impeded,
But surely tears for you and me,
A show of force where only love and learnings needed.

Keep your guns, keep your weapons all,
Keep your cult of killing for the killings sake,
Children sit beside him as you fall,
For all the pain you're feeling God will take

For at his side in heaven you will surely be
No fear of harm nor tears will know your name
Your eternal light will shine for all to see
Your shattered earthly bodies free from pain

And yet the killing still continues at a pace
No lessons learnt from children previous floored
For killing has but one true earthly face
That bully so much stronger than the sword.

No excuse, there is no reason there is less rhyme
Hide your heads in shame and seek some guidance true
Don't let me hear you whine,
The killing fields so named by me and you.

The Fall Part 2.

Phil drove to the hospital with so many questions going through his mind, his head was spinning, his gut twisting in torment at the thought of the number of times he had called in to see his mother while there was a corpse in the wardrobe upstairs, it was something that he just couldn't get his head round.
Pulling up at the hospital car park Phil headed for the A and E department and asked which room his mother had been admitted to. He was told to take a seat and wait and they would send somebody to see him as soon as they knew more,
'But i have to see her right now, its important!' Phil slammed the desk with his fist, the waiting area went dead silent and everyone looked around,
'Its important i see her!' Phil said again in a terse voice,
'I am sorry sir but we cannot allow you in to the resuscitation area while Doctors are attending your mother'
'Resuscitation area?' said Phil puzzled.
'yes sir, I am afraid your mother was taken quite ill in the ambulance and the Doctors are with her right now trying to assess the situation, we will let you know as soon as we can, would you like a side room sir?'.
Phil looked to the floor, putting his hand to his fore head then ran his hand over the top of his head as he tried to come to terms with yet more devastating news.
'If you could find somewhere for me to sit down I would appreciate it' came Phil's now subdued reply.
'Of course sir, come this way and i will show you to a private room, rest assured the Doctors are doing all they can to help your mother'
Phil followed the nurse down the corridor, he could scarcely believe how his life had changed in the past few hours, so many questions, so much heartache and yet so much of his previously well ordered life now in ruins and still no answers to any of it and there was no real chance of that with his mother now gravelly ill.

An hour or so passed and there was a slight tap on the door, Phil had been sat in gazing at the ceiling, a man walked in dressed in a white coat, he was a tall man of Asian origin with a clip board and a pencil behind his ear, he spoke to Phil,
'Hello sir, are you a relation of Mrs Carnaby?'
'U-uuh y-yes she is my mother' came Phil's frail reply, 'can I see her now?'
'Well sir I am afraid I have some very bad news for you, I am afraid we could do nothing for her after her heart attack sustained while on the journey to hospital, it was a huge attack and she was technically dead when she arrived at the hospital, we did every thing we could sir, but please believe me she would not have suffered, it was a massive heart attack sir and totally unsurvivable'.
Phil just sat there for a moment not moving. He was hearing a voice but not taking the words in any longer, he had heard 'heart attack' and 'dead' but the rest was irrelevant to him, he just stared at the wall on the other side of the room, motionless, hardly daring to breath.
'Are you alright sir?, the softly spoken Doctor enquired, 'would you like me to get you something or perhaps call someone for you?'
'M-m-my wife' Phil murmured barely audible now,
'Your wife sir? do you have her number we can get someone to call her for you if you like'
With that Phil scrolled down his mobile to Jan's number and limply passed the phone to the Doctor,
'here' he said, still facing the wall and completely still, not moving a muscle.
'I will call her now for you' the Doctor said as he walked out through the door.

20 minutes passed but it could have been 2 hours, 6 hours, Phil had lost track of time, he was still sat in the private room staring at the wall when Jan came in.
She rushed over to Phil and flung her arms around him slumping to her knees worried at the sight of her strong husband reduced to a silent staring shell of his normal self.
'Phil...! ' she screamed at him, 'what's happened, whats going on?' 'I am so sorry about Barb, she just didn't deserve this, no one could have seen this coming, she was always so fit and active' Jan said trying to engage Phil in conversation, ' have they told you anything?'
'She is dead Jan, that's all there is to it, no more to say.. dead'.
Phil's emotions suddenly rose to the surface and tears started to well up in his eyes, the past few hours started to catch up with him as did the realisation that there were so many unanswered questions, he lent his head over Jan's shoulder and cried like he hadn't done since a child, it was pure emotion and he sobbed unashamedly, Jan did what a loyal wife would do under such circumstances and comforted her man, she too was finding it hard to hold back the tears but was trying to be strong for Phil's sake.

A nurse popped her head around the door and in a soft low voice asked if she could make them both a drink, in some ways it was a very normal act and it seemed to bring Phil back to the reality of the situation,
'Would love one thank you' came his reply and Jan nodded her acceptance of the offer with a beaming teary smile.
'No problem, just give me a moment' came the reply and she slipped out through the door.
'Ok Phil?' asked Jan,
' I guess I will be when I get some answers' he said in a matter of fact way, 'I think we will all be ok when we find out just what the hell is exactly going on around here today'.

With the tea finished a nurse came in and asked if they would like to see Barbara, Phil and Jan nodded and were led through the resus room to a quiet corner where the curtains had been drawn around the bed, the nurse pulled the curtains back discretely and ushered them through, then immediately closed the curtains again, the nurse smiled,
'Take as long as you like, if you need anything I am just outside' she spoke softly.
Phil just stared for a few moments, he stayed standing as he looked down at his mothers white face on the pillow, they had removed her false teeth during resus and she looked so undignified, so vulnerable, he sat down on the wooden chair beside the bed, he reached out and put his hand on her hand, the hand he not a few hours ago had been comforting and holding while they waited for the ambulance, it was almost a surreal moment, but equally such a sad one.
'I cant do any more for her here' Phil suddenly chirped, 'come on Jan, we have some arrangements to make and there are some questions you and I need the answers to, mum is in a better place now, free from pain, let's go and sort the rest of this mess out and give her a decent send off'
Those words seemed a little cold to Jan, but being the full blooded Yorkshire man like Phil was, not exactly a surprise to her.
Phil drove back to the farm and went in to the buildings in the farmyard to feed the cattle, the job he had been meant to do a few hours before, the cattle were pushing towards the stalls as they bustled to get to the soft hay Phil was laying out in the feeding troughs, eager to get their fill of food that had been a long time coming, they almost made their disdain known to Phil at being fed so late, the world of the captive animal holding no store with matters of the human heart.
Phil was just loading the last bale in the stall when he heard the big barn door open and then close, he expected to see Jan with a smile and a cuppa, but as was the course of this day it was not to be, instead it was a man in a long plain coat and a policeman at his side.
Phil shouted, 'can I help you?'
'Phil Carnaby?' shouted the trench coated man.
'Aye, that's right, what can I do for you?'
'I think Mr Carnaby you need to accompany us to the station, we have some questions we would like to ask, nothing formal like, at the moment'
Phil paused, 'and what if i don't want to come?'
' well sir we cant make you but it wont serve your purpose well if you don't'.
'Am i under arrest or summat?' Phil stopped and looked at the two officers.
'Absolutely not sir, we just need to ask you a few questions about the discovery at your mother's house this morning'.
With that Phil finished the hay and walked towards the 2 officers,
'aye alright, I will just get me coat, shall i bring the Land Rover?, '
'No sir, that's quite alright we can give you a lift' and with that Phil went in to the farm house and told Jan what was happening and said he would call her with any news a little later.

Phil had never been in a police car before and he had certainly never been questioned by the police, he was very quiet as he was led into the interview room, it all seemed very formal and he felt a little apprehensive to say the least. Sitting at a table in a slightly darkened room he was joined by the detective and the police officer that had driven him to the station,
'My name is Detective Inspector Alan Selby and this is Officer James Duggan he said matter of factly.
 Mr Carnaby, we were in attendance at your mothers house today after we received a phone call at 9.05 a.m from we believe yourself telling us that you had found someone deceased in the wardrobe of your mothers spare room, your mother was at that very moment on her way to hospital suffering from a severe head wound sustained by a sharp blow to the back of the head, an injury that we are led to believe contributed to her heart attack and subsequent death. Now, sir, can you shed a little more light on this for us, because believe me we are all ears' said the detective in a short sharp manner.
' I was hoping you were going to tell me what was going on' came Phil's sharp reply.
'Oh, really,' the detective said raising his voice, ' and what makes you think we can shed light on this sir?'
'Well,' Phil exclaimed, 'I was the one called to my mothers house and tended her until the Ambulance arrived and I was the one who discovered the skeleton in the cupboard but what else i am supposed to tell you?, i am at a loss'
'Well', the detective sneered,
'Are you sure you have the timing right?.. I mean are you sure you go downstairs and confront your mother? and when she refused to play along with you and do as she said you had a fit of rage and hit her over the head with the nearest thing to hand, in this case a wine bottle?'
'What?!' exclaimed a baffled looking Phil,
'Wine bottle? what the hell do you mean wine bottle? I never touched her, i found her on the floor when i got in the house, she had fallen and hit her head !'
'Well sir i can tell you that is not the case from where we are sitting, it seems Mrs Carnaby was struck with the bottle first and then fell, Officer Duggan, would you like to show Mr Carnaby exhibit A?'
With that a blood stained thick bottomed wine bottle inside a clear plastic bag was placed upon the table in front of Phil,
'Is this what killed my mum then?' Phil asked in a quiet voice, 'Jesus Christ, you mean she was murdered?'
'That.. sir is what we intend to find out, I take it you have no objections to our taking your fingerprints?'
'I don't care if you take my bloody arms off!' screamed Phil,
'Instead of hassling me why aren't you out there arresting the bloody murdering bastard that killed my mum!'
'That is exactly what we are doing Mr Carnaby and if the finger prints on this bottle match yours then you will have some serious explaining to do'
'You lot are bloody crazy! this is my mum we are talking about, i wouldn't kill my own bloody mother!'
'In that case sir you wont mind following Officer Duggan through to the fingerprint room so that we can eliminate you from our inquiries'.
'You are bloody right I don't mind and you two will have some explaining to do when you find i am nowt to do with this!'  screamed Phil.

An hour passed as Phil was fingerprinted and led back to the interview room, he was told he was free to go at any time but he preferred to sit and wait hoping that he could get some answers to all the many questions that still remained unanswered from the past 24 hours.
The door opened and DI Selby walked in looking straight at Phil, he had a white piece of paper in his hand from which he read,
'Philip Anthony Carnaby, I am arresting you for the murder of your mother Barbara Jane Carnaby on the morning of the 5th November 2010, anything you say may be given in evidence but if you later rely on.....the words started to fade out of Phil's mind as he stared at the suited gent in front of him reading out the caution, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, it was like some film that he was suddenly a part of, sucked in like some leaf circling inside a whirlpool, powerless, no resistance to the force pulling it ever closer to the abyss, this just couldn't be happening, surely?.

 

The Fall. short story part. 1

Jan shouted across to Philip just as he was about to jump in the Land Rover,
"Phil ! it's your mother on the phone, I think she has had a fall, I can't make out exactly what she is saying on the phone"
Phil jumped out and slammed the door on the Land Rover as he ran across the messy farm yard,
"Mum? what's up?" said Phil in a worried voice,
"Oooh Phil" his mother groaned,
"I think I have broken my leg, I can't move and I am getting so cold"
"Hold on there mum" Phil screamed down the phone "Jan will call an ambulance and I am on my way!"
With that Phil ran at top speed towards his truck, he jumped in and set off with all wheels spinning out of the mud strewn farmyard.
Jan meanwhile set about getting an ambulance out to her mother-in-laws address, she then rang he back to try and keep her talking,
"Are you alright Barbara?" Jan asked
"I am so cold, Jan, I have been here for hours, I had to crawl across the kitchen floor and knock the phone off the work-top with the mop handle, thank God you and Phil were at home"
"Well it's ok Mum, Phil is on his way and so is the ambulance"
Jan tried not to sound too worried as she thought it may worry Barbara unduly so she kept the conversation as chirpy as the circumstances would allow,
"How did you manage to fall over?" Jan asked,
"Oh I can't remember " Barbara said rather coyly, "one minute i was walking through the hallway and the next i woke up with such a sore head and I think my leg is broken"
"You have a head injury as well Barbara?"
"Well I think so Jan, I am not sure, I am a little confused"
"Ok ok" said Jan, now a little more urgency in her voice, "Phil will be with you any minute and the ambulance will not be far behind"
"I think I hear him now" Barbara's voice sounding a little stronger at the thought of her son arriving to make things all better again,
At that moment Phil burst through the door and stood there for a few seconds at the sight that stood in front of him,
"Jesus Christ Mum how the hell did you get in such a state?"
Phil grabbed a loose cover off the settee in the lounge and put it over Barbara to help keep her warm,
"I-I-I don't remember Phil to be honest I was just walking through the hallway and the next thing I woke up with a sore head and my leg pinned under me, I must have slipped on something, I cant really remember".
Phil reached up and put the kettle on as he noticed Barbara was looking a little pale and gaunt, he remembered from many years back that warm tea with plenty of sugar was very good for shock,
"No problem mum we will sort the whys and where for's afterwards, but for now we need to get you to the hospital and that head seen to".
Phil poured the hot water on to a teabag and added 3 teaspoons of sugar and some milk to the cup, he held it to his mothers lips while supporting her head, Barbara took a welcome sip and a smile lit her face up, a sight Phil was very heartened by, just then the sound of sirens filled the air and before he knew it Phil was joined in the room by two ambulance personnel who immediately took over the situation, Phil gave them his mother's details and comforted her as the paramedics quickly assessed just how badly Barbara was injured.

It seemed like literally seconds for Barbara to be lifted on to the stretcher and wheeled out to the waiting Ambulance, Phil was almost a little teary eyed but did his best to stifle any imminent tears until he had closed the door on the ambulance and waved Barbara off to the hospital,
"I will follow on in the Land Rover mum"
he shouted as the ambulance drove out of the drive and sped on to the main road with lights and sirens all on full.
Phil walked slowly back to the house and took advantage of a warm kettle and made himself a strong coffee, he rang Jan and let her know the full story and told her he would go to the hospital and ring her from there if there was any news.
Drinking his coffee Phil was left with an almost surreal feeling at the quiet and calmness that had befell the house compared to the last few manic minutes, it was almost eerie. Grabbing his mobile off the kitchen top Phil was just about to leave but he had an uneasy feeling, he couldn't explain it but he just felt that something wasn't right, he walked out of the kitchen and slowly walked up the stairs, his hands were clammy and he felt an uneasiness he had never known before considering this was the family home, a place of normality and safety.
Opening the door to his mothers bedroom Phil peered inside feeling like some naughty boy that shouldn't dare be prying with his mother not there, he couldn't see any issues so walked across the landing towards the two spare rooms that both had their doors firmly closed, opening the first door Phil noticed a really musty smell, a smell that said the room had not been used for months, it was his old room and memories came flooding back, he stood there looking at the posters still on the wall and his old toys still boxed in the corner gathering dust, the corner of his mouth rose in a smile at the youngster looking back at him in the black and white pictures that sat on the dressing table and with that Phil closed the door.
Still feeling something was not as it should be Phil walked towards the other spare bedroom door that was firmly closed he slowly dropped the handle and at first it refused to open with a small push, so Phil rested his shoulder against the door and pushed a little harder, the door swung open and at that moment Phil was hit with a wall of the blackest flies he had ever seen, they were huge black house flies that flew into his face and stuck to every surface of the room and turned the air black such were their numbers. Phil closed the door as quickly as he could, flies had escaped the room and were flying all over the landing and walking half dazed across the carpets, Phil felt himself retching at such a disgusting sight and smell.
There was no choice for Phil but to brave the room again and run to the window to get some air into the room and the flies out, so much was running through his mind, why had is mother let this happen? did she even know? what was in there that had attracted so many flies?.
Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket Phil tied it around his face like some some cowboy in a Wild West movie, he grabbed the door handle and pushed open the door, the flies were everywhere, worse than before as they had been disturbed, they darkened the room so much it was like a cave, Phil ran to the curtains and threw them open and grabbed both window handles and tugged at them feverishly to get them to open,as the flies crawled all over his face and hands, finally after what seemed an age they opened wide and a huge wave of flies spilt out into the fresh cold air turning the pathway below instantly black.

Phil eased back into the room from the windows as the remaining flies walked or slowly buzzed around the room making their way slowly to the light of the windows, the smell was unbearable, the most disgusting gut wrenching smell Phil had ever know, everywhere he looked there were papers, clothes, drawers strewn all over the place, what on earth had happened in here?. Phil reached for the light and switched it on, the obvious signs of a struggle or burglary that had taken place were underlined by every part of the room being in total disarray.
 Hesitantly Phil walked to the built in wardrobe, slowly turning the handle he pulled the door open and peered inside, there were clothes hung in line all full of flies yet again, Phil looked down there was a pile of old clothes covered in dust and cobwebs he grabbed them to see what lay beneath and as he did a skeletal arm of a young child dropped out of the wardrobe and brushed the carpet with the edge of its now bony fingers. Phil jumped back and screamed, fixated and terrified by the sight before him, he ran downstairs and dialed Jan's mobile number, flies were now all over the house, the kitchen and the hallway were covered in them, Phil could barely get the words out when Jan answered the phone,
'c-call the police.... someone is dead...in the spare room, dead i tell you, a skeleton!'
Jan thought it was some kind of joke, 'Phil? is that you ? what ever is the matter with you, where are you?'
'I am at mothers still, there is a dead body in the wardrobe upstairs quickly, get the Police here!'
Jan immediately hung up and dialled 999 and jumped in her car and headed for her mother in laws house.

The sound of sirens again broke the peaceful silence of the little hamlet but this time for a completely different reason. Phil was waiting at the door when the police arrived, Jan pulled up just a few seconds later but was restrained from greeting Phil by a policewoman,
'Thats my husband!' she exclaimed, 'Yes miss ok but at the moment this is an official police crime scene and you cannot enter'. said the officer.
Phil led the Police upstairs to the room where the skeleton of a young child lay in the bottom of the
wardrobe, he pointed it out to the Officers who immediately called for assistance from CID.
'I need all the details you have sir and obviously this will be treated as a suspicious death until we have all the facts, leave your telephone number and contact address with the officer downstairs and we will be in touch, where is your mother now sir?' the officer asked.
'she is in hospital, just gone, she was in a fall' Phil struggled to compose himself
'what is this all about?' Phil asked as if in a daze
'well, sir that is what we aim to find out' came the officers stark reply.

Phil walked out of the house with a blank expression on his face into Jan's waiting arms,
'Phil, what is it love, what the hell has happened?' Phil just muttered, not making a lot of sense
'A damn skeleton in the spare room, how? why? who?'
Jan could see Phil was distressed, 'do you want to go and see your mother now?' she said.
Snapping out of his daze in an instant Phil exclaimed,
'I think that's a damned good idea'  and with that he jumped in to the Land Rover and sped off for the hospital, leaving Jan to make her own way.

My Own Strange Land.

A stranger in my own land
A force that holds no sway
Am I to be like shifting sand
And change so I may stay?.

What rights I had now silenced
My voice a whimper too
Now threatened with a violence
That shouts right back at you

A stranger in my own land
The emptiness I feel
My destiny in strange hands
Without the chance to heal

Stark wilderness a void as such
No place that i call home
Behind a fence devoid of touch
Forever must I roam.

Never lose the real you.

When you have managed to swim with life's dolphins it's very hard to run alongside life's Lemmings.

Hugh Grant to save UK jobs.

The debate rages on about Starbucks and Amazon etc with regards to their slightly, shall we say "creative accounting" enabling them to dodge hefty tax bills. I have to admit at first i was up in arms that such huge companies used their financial clout to pay accountants to dive through hoops that ensured they paid just 1.8m in tax as against 78m in profits, outrageous thought i and joined the swaying ranks of The Sun readers countrywide.
The thing is though, it's easy to create a monster within the media if you have the media's ear and let's face it if David Cameron asked Fleet St to jump at the moment, the chorus of "how high?" would be heard in the Valleys as far up as Merthryr Tydfil.  So, you see if you look a little deeper you find that these so called monster companies who are cheating you and I of our rightful taxes are only following the path that this and previous governments have laid down for them.
Let me explain, to attract investment you have to sweeten the milk, in other words turn a blind eye to tax loopholes or Planning regs whichever is the case in order for multi-national companies like Starbucks and Amazon to jump in to our bed and build bases in Blighty. This plan has worked for many years and very successful it was too until we found out our own MP's had been caught with their usual disingenuous snouts in the country's larder. Since then hellfire and brimstone has rightly hailed down on these dirty crooks and they want to spread a little of the flame to other sectors in order to lessen the heat under their own backsides.
This has all meant that Westminster has come out all guns blazing on previous good bed fellows and no-one, (except Fleet St at the moment.. though if Hugh Grant gets to be PM that will certainly all change) is being spared.
All this must stick in the craw of the cigar smoking, Polo watching, Aston driving elite foreigners who (on the promise of Westminster.. poor misguided darlings) have found their huge investments now under attack from the very people who encouraged them here in the first place, how i love political irony, always a dish best served cold I must say.
So, what of the future? well in the short term the companies have no option but to capitulate and be seen to hand over a tidy sum of money to the exchequer or at least promise more huge investment into the country's infrastructure to appease all red-top readers and the baying hounds of Fleet St (customers) while in the mean time working out just how they are going to dump the UK for France or Belgium in the next two years when an election will be prime time news not tax evasion, because if we chase these guys that is what will happen, this must be pennies from heaven for the rest of the 'oh so' welcoming Countries in Central Europe.

One other thing before i leave you,  just what will this mean for jobs and business if we are seen to be chasing down multi-national companies flourishing in this country?. Well you don't need to be a brain surgeon to answer that one, not even a Sun reader. Oh and when we have this new found wealth just what are they spending these extra taxes they gain on?, because I would rather Starbucks and Amazon employ thousands of people in this country that DO pay tax than see 120m go to Rwanda so they can buy more guns or indeed 10 times that on an illegal war being staged in the Middle East that we can never hope to win and getting our loyal guys killed.
I think our friends in Westminster shout 'wolf' far too often and this time I hope no-one is taking any notice of their bleating, but my guess is the press are fully behind them, in fact right along side them, even as far as being in their waistcoat pockets I dare to say..

 I do hope Hugh Grant is thinking of standing in two years.

Camera's on Cameron.

If David Cameron wants this Country to start taking him and his much maligned coalition government seriously then it is surely about time he made a decision and stuck with it.
His rejection of the Leveson enquiry findings serve only to tell us here is a man with just one goal and that is to remain in power at all costs. Why else would he risk a backlash from the whole country by ignoring the Leveson results and findings?. David is playing a very deadly game of poker and at stake is his political credibility and indeed career, he has opted for what he considers the "safe house" of the press. Unfortunately David poor soul you are over a decade too late. Has the demise of "Murdochs's Empire" taught him nothing?. The press are old hat and have as much credibility in the UK as those very selfless comrades you work alongside, this Country is not all full of readers of The Sun David and in fact (thankfully) those numbers are further declining and in any case the majority don't even bother to vote.
Having the courage of your convictions is what makes a politician a good politician and sticking by your wing man through thick and thin (Leveson) would make David a great politician, but once again we have seen a leader who dithers, pouts, then dithers again until his final decision gets as much press coverage as an add for haemorrhoid cream.  Gone are the politicians who stood their ground and fought for what they perceived to be right, even if it was'nt always, at least the sight of the leader of this fine country wading in with his opinion and sticking to it is always going to be a vote winner.
Mr Cameron your aides have given you very poor advice. Shock the hell out of all of us and make yet another U turn and follow Leveson's recommendations like the rest of this wonderful country thought you were already doing. If you choose to ignore this advice and stick by your friends in the press in the hope of re-election then think again, traditionally the tabloids are very much fair weather friends and you are starting your own weather front.

Dark Places.

Black faces dark shadows
Cold places tall gallows
Grey mornings harsh view
Start mourning lost you

Missed person sad times
Pains worsen lost rhymes
Heart slowing tears flow
Just knowing she'll go

Long evenings lone stare
Strange feelings don't care
Heart aching can't place it
Life breaking must face it

Solitary, momentary silence
Scary times akin an act of violence
Time won't heal, life won't forget
Just don't feel, avoid the regret. .







 







 

Bird's Of a Feather..

Leveson has spoken out, the nation listens hard
The press have played the joker and it seems a losing card
The government now cry and wail for freedom of the press
But wasn't it their self-policing got them in this mess?

The mix of press and government no finer line is known
For MP's need exposure and the press can bring it home
So facts are facts indeed it's so, they are too much alike
The devil can't be judge and jury, Cameron take a hike.

Now listen up to what i say it is no laughing matter
For MP's are the Alice to the Press's Maddest Hatter
For one see two and so conjoined, as if you're seeing double
They speak from different hymn sheets, but the song is always trouble.