Posture

Their earthly offerings are burnt.
I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.
Unlike Job I rollick in sin, 
but through the sorrow I acknowledge.
My selfish feelings burn away.
If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would 
splinter through my knees.
Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.
The world weeps, dismantle the cowards and evil doers,
they dismantle our holy pillars.
Though my own will and body I empty for you to dwell.
In this weakness I'll be strong.
Lord let your will prevail.

Brotherhood

(For My Sons)

My boys, my three lions of England,
let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.
As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,
too many false starts.

I could only look to the stars when they came
for blood.
The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.

Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, 
symbols and the night sky. 
But boy, it's tough! And tougher alone.

Love and loyalty is hard not to have, or to own.

It's yours in theirs back to back!
Fortify. Be the backbone.

Allister pushed Jonathon over the line in sacrifice.
Bronze and silver turned Britannia's heart gold.
Through toil, sweat, and blood, you mould.

Align your principles, however daunting in one
there's all.
Understand each other, Be encouraged I believe
in you all.

Uplift one another, if it's your time to back step,
step, there's one crusade. Thick and Thin.
With Tristian in his corner Andrew lifts the world 
championship belt. They both win.

Set your heart on things above. Be strong and courage's.
A battle around every bend.
Fight the good fight unified, fear not. If necessary
until the end.


I love you, Dad xxx




Words and Pens

There's something about the stars at night,
that makes me want to write.

Again my body meets my spirit, when I grasp
the pen in earnest.
In shadows of the trees, the rhymes I kissed.

Words are blood, blank paper the sand,
this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.

Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof.
Love conquers pain, written is the truth.

If Van Gogh painted sunlight, let me write 
between the lines.
Pride is attractive but comes with a fine.

I believed in hell before heaven, and very 
soon so will you.
There stood the ballot box and over went, you.

In a call for brave men, know the importance
of choice.
The king killed the jester and the peoples
voice.