Why am I attracted to this ancient path, that shelters the mind from ugly thoughts?I wish I could feel the cleanness of the soul again, where courage was ours in the day of wild adrenalin.I hear a devil mocking my prayers as I rage with lost innocent tongue.I look hard at this English hand and […]
Sudden Dusk on Old Hall path Read More »
Of him, who died in Hell, for Hell’s sake, let it be never again.The bullet that took him came faster than the speed of the wind,on the edge of sunset, his name on it! everlasting evil, torment beyond torment.And now we endure a world that has betrayed them all.What would they have made of, “All
Scattered into the wind Read More »
THE DAY BUBBBLING WITH HAPPINESSYOU THE CLOWN OF ALL GLORYYOU SHOUTING OUT ‘WAITER! WHERE IS MY JAMAICA LONGBOAT?’ROLLA laughing behind the counter hystericallythe music of those days filled with charismatic adrenalinwe would sit in yellow chairs the paint flaking off them, one in particular very noticeable…….the hum of old London town easing its way up
Melancholy moon comes up over the panorama of Postead church Graveyardthe sky seems to touch the headstones like lovers kissingI walk here now among the summer rays and autumn leavesI am intruding into the sleeping souls who know the “Grand Secret”the grand secret of time space eternity and beyondThe Distance noise, of the ghettoblaster hatred,
Polstead church Graveyard Read More »
They tell me that, “Life goes on,” but I believe nothing of that, I have seen the first leaf fall from the last autumn, and I have heard the thunder drums of shining reality.I have watched the last hungry leaves dance to the fury of tomorrow, to a place where no autumn comes.This time it
Its dark tonight rain falling on a negative country streetthe shadow comes first looming from a corner of the roadhe moves aside quickly out of the way, out of sight as a car light moans pasthis broken being. He is not seen.The night is now his profession steering through survivals mud and torment,he moves in
Big in the Sixties Read More »
My existence is bequeathed to me by a blood red sunthe gaiety of youth and the Passiontide of friendship ‘s that have never cost me a penny…….. I am sick of Cosmopolitan indulgent choirs ……………Our Brave young in wounded hells listening to stagnate sympathies, living in pain unending. Ugly thoughts where the righteous are forsaken,
(For the class of Lower Remove) They sent us to a place to learn the way of, “Right from wrong”We lived in fear of tomorrow because it would be emptied of God and even the hope of mercy.We were nothing more than weeds to be cut up and thrown on the compost heap.I have not
Things seemed right at first Read More »
Wizz Wizz the cars speed by, one step from life or death, only God will know road rage clones all with a hatred of the oldon the old A 1 they once had picnics in the central reservationnow the machinery of, “Getting there”, wherever “There” maybe, echo’s damnations advance into the bowels of hellBowels that
The afternoon car ride Read More »
“I feel great,”“I’m in the world for myself, and I don’t give atoss about you or anyone else!”“There is a roulette wheel turning, spinning inthis fates circus, when it’s on my side I rejoice,but when it is not, I curse.I give to Red Nose day, people see me, I makesure of that.My whole world revolves
The “I” is on the march Read More »