The Suffering of the Saints

Midnight chanting - Tears drying in the dark.
East face fasting - Seeing no morning - No man apart.

Chains now prayer ropes - Not one ask why.
Lord have mercy - No light in the sky.

Not suffering more - Just suffering towards.
With Psalms - Not swords.

Aim is clear - Not peaceful.
Screaming rage through tears pull.

Still suffering towards - No turning away.
Even crawling to death they know Christ - The only way.

Write Alone

The lad, the no income bard.
And love just don't cut it,
when times get hard.

She thanked me for the laughs,
rhymes, and the billet-doux.
But I'm a silk stocking girl,
that needs more than you.

In a silent shrug I understood.

Still had my hair, still a handsome
young blood.

Just one of those times life sends
you back home.
To pick up a pen and write alone.




All Will Realise

This one you won, I'm to blame.
If you think I'm conquered its you,
that's insane.

Just a mere battle, admittedly
you battled well.
I succumbed, I tasted hell.

Do not exult for long.
For this sorry state I'm much
too strong.
Resilient, fought for an age in time.
This aint my first pen, this aint
the first line.

Now in His name, contemplate your
retreat.
I'm in Him. Him you can not defeat.

The conclusion your demise.
no pain, no suffering.

All will realise.

Flames of Holiness

I didn't know loneliness had a sound.
Then the prison door slammed,locked. 
Isolation vibrated up through the ground.

The world left but the pain stayed throughout the night.
Hours dripped slowly from the ceiling. I crave them like a lover, her skin... I invite.

No Priest - So the cold steel bars hear the whisper of my confession.
Time slows enough for the truth to catch up, hurt slackens the aggression.

In the feeling of loneliness,
Flickers a flame of holiness.



Carrots For Theo

There's a boy I know called Theo.
He's strong, with a roar like lion called Leo.

His Mummy made dinner with lots of carrots - Theo got mad.
And said some things which made her sad.

He later calmed, said "sorry Mummy",
"but those carrots, aren't going in my tummy".

"I'm a lion, all I want upon my plate.
Sausage 'N' Chips, and juicy steak".

"So stop repeating like a parrot.
Feed my brother with your carrot".

"His name is Reg, he loves his veg".
But I do not! I'd rather eat his snot".

"When Daddy gets back, from the pub.
He will bring back proper grub".

"Chicken 'N' Chips, in him I'm trusting.
as those carrots you've made, are bloody disgusting".

Oasis, live’25

‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back.

I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?
Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track.

She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.
There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy.

Now I don’t know if we need each other.
But in that bucket hat and them shades. I believe in you brother.

As they all sup, sniff, and bounce, it was all ‘whatever’.
Though I know these feelings, theses words…

Will live for fuckin ever!

And O’ how I wish she was here, to dance and sing a song with me.
But not one from ‘let it be’. Though nonetheless, ‘stand by me’.

Still, then and now…

We see things they’ll never see!