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…

WHAT IF…

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave us all alone. If the drugs that you are feeding us, weren’t always quite so…

WOODLAND WONDER

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony. Bushy…

WORDS

The written word is a powerful thing, from a simple rhyme to a song we can sing. With music and melody, emotions are stirred, they live in your memory from the day they are heard. Words of love in a letter so sweet, a promise or vow from a dear heart, to keep. Simple words…

WORDS OF WONDER

A word on a line joined with many and more, a story to tell from behind a closed door. A line on a page and a paragraph to make, from a thoughtful sage to the ones who forsake. A page in a book telling tales short and tall, just have a quick look, hear the…

REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE

Gaze into the mirror; at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time and place? Touch the chill upon the glass and see a tiny ripple, was it real or…

FEAR OF THE DARK

There’s a pain in your heart that you feared from the start, was a scream from a long tortured life. A scar upon your soul frames an old gaping hole, where you prayed you had buried the knife. And the stains on your cheeks meant to make you feel meek; so mildly dejected and down….

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…

THE STORY OF ADAM AND EVE…

…FROM THE SNAKE’S POINT OF VIEW. By Paul Griffiths      Ok Yesssss I admit it I was in the Forbidden Apple tree. Down in the Garden of Eden, there was Adam, Eve and Me. Now both of them were naked, except for a little leaf to cover their modesty. It’s lucky us Snakes are…