HIGH SCORE

(A look back in time to the dark, distant 1980’s and the mind of a 19yr old…)   Have pride and joy but don’t toy with nature, conserve the future.   Taste, sweet and sour, changes by the hour. The two sides of life; of trouble and strife.   Beg, steal or borrow but you’ll…

FATHER AND SON

  I touch your cheek, I’m surprised, it’s cold. I reach for your hand for I need it to hold.   I look upon your face that beamed and sparkled as we loved and laughed, wrestled and tickled.   Your face is so pallid, the sparkle is gone, no more to smile in the hot…

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

(politically correct edit)   Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry.   Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed to do. A European State to control one and all,…

DAD

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars.   A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew how to shout.   A happy man with a smile for all, he’d always…

CASTAWAY

Music and words are where I reside, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which, to hide.   But whenever I now sing those melodious old songs, salty tears are all I find where the words used to belong.   It’s hard to break into a favourite composition, when upon your lips lies a…

A WISP OF MEMORY

  To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face.   Inhale the icy air as you drift; feel it tenderly beseeching, into the depths of your silent soul, its icy tendrils reaching. Searching for that fragile life held within your tortured…

BATTLE CRIES

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a fragile, far-away gaze. Where once, a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain on battered beseeching hands. Just sitting, bereft, in the remains of a life; in the dust of desolate…

A LONELY LAMENT

The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart. A chill wind blows a tear across the cooling fires, a rain of lasting love falling softly through life’s…

DREAMS OF A LIFE

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…

OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

BLINK

A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face gives…

THREE WISE MONKEYS

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…

TIMES BROKEN ARROW

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering…

TO BREATHE

I sit by day, recline by night, trapped in a dying world, a passenger in a cocoon that sways and swoons from room to spinning room. Looking out onto a world so slowly shrinking, a vignette mist; a frustrated fist and a heart that has to resist. To breathe… to live… Bravely beseeching thinning air;…

WAITING

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. “My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed; to reap the seeds I’d sown and a place to call my own” Like a…

WHY..?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent. A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room. I see helpless children on war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold, in bare feet. Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of loss blown about…

ONE LAST SHOT

The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…

COLD RAIN

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…

THE CLEANSING TIDE

The child in his arms, such a precious gift, her sweet little smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare, baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on such love filled days, from the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did…

THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…