we’ve roamed the colosseum
we’ve dined in Paris too
I proposed in Madrid
the English lakes I married you,
but Sophie my darling
it was in this dirty old town
you made all my dreams come true.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
we’ve roamed the colosseum
we’ve dined in Paris too
I proposed in Madrid
the English lakes I married you,
but Sophie my darling
it was in this dirty old town
you made all my dreams come true.

In what they say was a dark corner of the land in an age of conversion, three men die. Was the cause really witchcraft? ‘Yes’ says the Justice of Peace, Mr. Roger Nowell a non-conformist. Seeking justice, seeking favour from the King? King James I, author of ‘demonology’ of sorcery and magic how to expose a witch.
Holy Friday 1612, in this time of fear, fear of evil, politics, and of treason all loyal subjects are summons to communion. All abide except for the women of Malkin Tower who tell fortunes to make ends meet. Instead, they partied, drank, and danced around skulls. The noise is heard and the witch hunt begins.
Ten arrested,locked in Lancaster Castle while the towns folk and magistrates await the state theatricals to begin. No privy council just one star witness a frightened nine-year-old girl, a girl in tears having to stand on a table for judge, jury, and accused to see. She is also the daughter of one of the accused, Elizabeth Device. In a very calm and well-spoken manner almost as if coerced the girl condemns them all. Guilty and to the gallows they’re sent.
Crowds gather at gallows hill to watch the convicted witches be strangled by the nooce, and only for a penny or two. One young watcher Janne fixed on the hangmans rope. The crowd go silent in horror as some take twenty minutes an more to pass. Family members of the condemed break rank an pull on the legs of their loved ones to ease the suffering of their slow painful deaths.
Eighty years later three thousand miles away 19 are hanged in the witch trials of Salem. Again through the witnesses of children. In the magistrates hand, Thomas Potts’ notes of the Pendle trial detailing children fit for diagnosing witchcraft. Like the nine-year-old Jannet Device who’s words saw her mother hang, she saw her mother hang.

“Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.” ~ Ludwig van Beethoven
Music — My2ndHeartBeat
well, maybe the songbirds do know the score!
From the first I knew I'd kiss you a peck to neck, my car my bed your cherry blossoms engulf chemicals racing straight to my head so kiss me like nothing matters restore a heart in shatters, my heart bleeds a trial of poetry streaming out like wine, which I'm sure will only stop when your sweet lips meet mine. In your memory I delight as I write poetry tonight. so kiss me as you do like in the world theres only me and you kiss me, replenish me like water kiss me, put an end to this slaughter.
The wonderwall came crashing, as the snow slowly melted at the vicarage garden. An I knew it to be true! Before its darkside played its tune. Before even the earth, encounted its moon. Stones that failed to wake, lights flashed blue. Calls rang unheard, heard only was dead as the second wave of phonics matched through. It was before the giants dwelt amongst us. The creator threw a clue. When surged the great flood I knew it to be true! Before the sun shined, shone two lives for as many hours. So sail through the fog of your willfull blindness. For the meaning of music the risks, volunteer. Its always been you, An I knew it to be true!