Be Wise With Time

The time has come

the time is now

the journey starts

inside yourself

beware the route

you choose to take

the route you take

will choose your fate

your life can change

within a flash

so never let 

your chances pass

grasp hold of time

and use it wise 

for it can pass

right by your eyes

mistakes and blunders

on the way

will have a major part

to play

but take them on

and dont give in

and you shall blossom

from within

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A Tragic Day In Boston

smoke and haze
pass by there eyes
the number of casualties
slowly rise
wounded people
on the ground
screams and tears
all around
body's limp
from the blasts
haunted thoughts
from the past
children clinging
to there lives
the sounds
of muffled
lifeless cries
the finish line
was up ahead
where celebrations
turned to dread
a day of joy
was torn to bits
by thoughtless
heartless terrorists
an act so cruel
so full of hate
that's left this city
in a state
and filled its people
full of fear
not knowing
if there end is near
i'll shed my tears
and send a prayer
to everyone
who's had to bare
witness to
this awful day
in hopes that god
will come your way

True Skin

I walk the streets
head held high
my boots will gleme
at passers by
my jeans are pressed
and worn with pride
braces in view
with every stride
a polo shirt
all buttoned up
a crombie coat
to fill the look
a shaven head
im looking sharp
shame that people
judge at the start
a racist thug
or misguided youth
if only people
new the truth
of what a skinhead
truly means
instead they look
to movie scenes
and place us all
in the midst
of nazi flags
and racial digs
and propoganda
fueled by hate
and far right groups
with different traits
so spend some time
an read a book
before you decide
to give that look
and think of how
it feels to me
linked to others
immaturity
and when you've finally
found the truth
of real skins
you'll see the proof
that we dont live
for blood and hate
its ignorance
thats caused this debate

MONSTER

the pitter patter of tiny feet
as they scurry about
hiding under tables and behind seats
theres a monster in the mist
whos there to cause harm
lurking the corridors
with a weapon in his arms
these innocent children
no older than 10
are crying and scared
as teachers protect them
this monster has no compassion
as his mind crumbles and rots
20 children and 6 teachers
innocent lives that were lost
a once quiet place
has came crashing to earth
by a crime so horrendous
that no human deserves
sandy hook elementary
a place once filled with joy
of small happy children
there whole lives to enjoy
is now filled with sadness
and rooms full of tears
left by a monster
who out of know where appeared
so lets all share a moment
and pay our respects
to the lives that where taken
during these sad events

WE ALL HAVE IT

silence creates a field
closed in by thickened walls
no chance of climbing over
every try ending in falls
shut off inside a circle
hidden out of view
your inner voice will scream and shout
but there not hearing you
this walls been built to take the force
of there judgmental ways
to block them out and null the sound
by keeping me encaged
i feel a sudden erge to push
and break this wall to bits
and show them that im not afraid
of words or raging fists
this strength is now a part of me
that wall has hit the ground
never to be built again
for inner strength is what ive found

SADNESS

home is where i lay
my head my heart my hopes
in times where life was tough
misguided by toughened ropes
home is where i need to be
in times when i would cry
submerged in sheltered rooms
left to lead a lonely lie
i peer a sadened stare
at the heavens where she roams
im filled with grief and sorrow
in this place i feel alone
a certain set of rules
depict the way i live
a simple sign of madness
hoping she forgives
emotionally drained
inner memories ripped apart
that sound of death induced
in my brain and in my heart
every second of my day
the truth eats at my soul
will surface every now and then
as sadness takes its toll

NOT ALWAYS AS IT SEEMS

your body is my temple
run my fingers down your spine
slowly unzip ur dress
as you tell me that your mine
a body carved by angels
a smell of lustful fruits
slide ur dress down past your thighs
an over your black boots
perfect curves all hid within
your lingerie of lace
eyes glazed over by the thought
of the love we will embrace
your skin of pure perfection
i'll caress so slow with care
enjoying every moment
of this time we get to share
we'll make love all through the night
every second filled with passion
and afterward i'll hold you tight
least i wish that this would happen
instead i sit here on my own
lonely by myself
thinking back to years ago
before you lost your health
i wish for one more night
just one more night to share with you
i hope you wait for me in heaven
i'll be there someday too

DONT JUDGE A BOOK

DONT JUDGE A BOOK

i see you stare
as you cross the street
or grip your bag tight
and hurry your feet
i know exactly
whats on your mind
is he a criminal
best keep a look out behind
i wonder why
this judgement takes place
do i have mugger or thug
wrote on my face
or are you just staring
at my shaven head
or is it my tattoos
thats filling you with dred
why not take a moment
to ask me my name
instead of just thinking
i'll be inflicting you pain
i may look quite scary
but deep down inside
im as soft as a puppy
try my best to be kind
so no need judge
without knowing me first
how would you feel
cause it makes me feel hurt
so next time you see me
walking the street
dont be shy just say hello
you'll find im a pleasure to meet

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ITS A ZOMBIES WORLD

a world thats over run
by the walking living dead
waiting in the shadows
waiting to be fed
innocent passers by
wont hear them as the come
they'll dive at you
attack so fast
no chance for you to run
they'll tear apart your flesh
knawing at your bones
no one will ever hear your screams
above there moans and groans
they'll rip you limb from limb
as there fighting for your blood
apocolyptic zombie world
wouldnt beat them if you could
the armys given in
theres no point fighting back
the living dead are here to stay
and ready to attack
once your bit infection spreads
so fast straight to your brain
vital organs die so quick
you dont even feel the pain
now your body transforms
into a form beyond the grave
your minds been overtook
by the thoughts of flesh you crave
so now you are the hunter
searching for your prey
the walking living dead
are here for good to stay

WHAT HAVE I DONE

that simple slice
that simple cut
a jagged edge
would be good enough
the skins so thin
could easily tear
a huge adrenaline
so be prepared
the veins on show
wont miss the spot
a quick cigarette
an double vodka shot
now grip it tight
and dont let go
slice it fast
will hurt more if your slow
visions blurry
adrenaline sets in
blood pumps quick
to the wounded skin
tingling feeling
deep inside
got it wrong
last time i tried
now take a seat
and just relax
cause im loosing blood
pretty fast
eyes are closing
semi concious
would they of helped me
that thoughts proposterous
veins drip dry
my minds at rest
that'll teach those kids
that called me depressed
haha now im gone
you cant hurt me no more
that'll teach that girl
that called me a whore
oh but whats this
my mom she looks sad
shes drinking with tablets
she pushes away dad
and now wheres dad gone
hes walked out the house
i thought if i done this
i'll be only hurting myself
now moms on the floor
and my brothers alone
crying on the couch
in our home on his own
he picks up the bottle
of left over pills
downs them with vodka
tips the bottle it spills
now hes on floor
clutching his mom
as he takes his last breath
now my brother is gone
what have i done
didnt think this thing through
i should have just spoke
but made you all suffer to

TRUST IS FOR LIFE

ive soildered on through thick and thin
my life was once a mess
stupid things ive seen and done
just to try an impress
we only see the outer shell
the one that smiles and laughs
the inner side is hidden away
deep within the dark
ive dealt in drugs and drank alot
put myself on satans door
but not for love for so called friends
to accept me a little more
casued enough grief to make my mom
start turning in her grave
by mindless acts and ignornace
an how ive misbehaved
the games ive played the hurt ive caused
the missery ive bought to others
by hanging round with so called friends
my so called band of brothers
situations ive been apart
and looked the other way
i could of used my voice to help
but my friends i couldnt betray
but friends are not who you think they are
they can easily turn there backs
and leave you in a mental state
with laughter in there tracks
so have a friend or have a few
but careful where you tread
cause so called friends are hard to trust
even harder if your dead

IM SO SORRY

that winding road that takes me there
is always hard to find
even though i know this place
my knowledge of it is denied
i try so hard to take that trip
but my memories always cloudy
i could write it down or draw a sketch
but my pain would make me doubt me
this place has become a part of me
that tugs at my heart and soul
it trys to pull me in through love
but still i fight its hold
i need to release this hurt within
by following its lead
but everytime i try to visit
my hearts torn open to bleed
it makes me sad it makes me cry
it makes me feel im wrong
but even thinking of the journey
makes the pain more intense an strong
so im left to suffer this inner hurt
by not doing what is right
its not my moms or the cemeterys fault
its just this pains so hard to fight

CHILDREN IN NEED

the time is upon us
where we can help make a change
by donating some money
we can makes someones day
all but a pound is all it will take
if everyone donates
think of how much they'll make
and how can you say no
to a yellow cuddly bear
who wears a big eye patch
and walks around bare :)
so dont second think it
just do what is right
and donate a pound
or a couple if you like
then least when you sit back
and relax in your chair
you'll know you've done your bit
and showed that you care
we can help give these children
a better future indeed
by donating just a pound
to children in need

I STILL LOVE YOU

he wakes up every sunday
with a look of joy upon his face
even though its not the same
its still his favourite place
a fresh clean shave
his hair combed back
smart suit an polished shoes
theres just no holding back
weathers good outside
so he'd rather walk than take the bus
grabs some flowers on the way
cause he likes to make a fuss
15 minutes later he's standing at the door
a smile so big across his face
you would'nt think hes 84
once he's in he marches fast
to the dinner hall where she sits
he smiles at her she stares at him
which rips his heart to bits
but still he hides his pain
for the good of his true love
he sits with her an holds her hand
cause hes never given up
he talks to her he trys his best
but she has no idea who he is
alzheimers took his wife away
and all her memories
but still he comes here every week
to have dinner with his wife
even though she doesnt know him
she's still the love of his life

HEHE

a cat ran past
chased by a bat
the cat looked kind of scared
the bat was on his tail
as if he never cared
the cat was running fast
and tried to scale a wall
and the events that followed
can only be described as cool
that cat got stuck
the bat swooped down
and gripped hold of his back leg
and helped him up onto that wall
and said tag your it again

ONE SPECIAL WORD

a special word
we all love to hate
some have good ones
some not so great
some up early
some out at night
some say they enjoy it
just to be polite
some are short
some are long
some require no preference
some you need to be strong
some leave you comfy
some leave you to struggle
some require paitence
some leave your brain in a muddle
but all these things
share one thing in common
that four letter word
that makes you feel rotton
so what is this thing
i speak so highly about
from the top of your lungs
let me hear you all shout
.......WORK

STOP AND START

stop and start stop and start
its getting on my nerves
this stressfull situatuion
that no one ever deserves
sitting at a stand still
going no where fast
yet on the other side
the lights are zooming past
tonnes and tonnes of steel
all sitting in a row
forwards back left and right
theres no where i can go
i wonder what is up ahead
thats causing all this fuss
i wish i never took the car
i should have caught the bus
40 minutes standing still
getting to work on time is slim
stop and start stop and start
what the heck is happening
ive finally moved enough
to see whats causing these effects
an accident up ahead
and loads of rubber necks
by rubber necks i mean
the ones that stop and stare
as they pass the scene
now im on the move again
no need for pro plus meds
cause all that chaos
was simply caused
by people turning heads
so keep these words in mind
when your passing by a scene
keep that rubber neck inline
cause starings just plain mean

THUNDER

she hears it once
and thats enough
that trembling sound
she hates so much
she rather be
indoors than out
to ease her mind
she potters about
then once again
a crackle an roar
sores through the house
yet she trys to ignore
she puts up a front
to show shes not scared
but behind all that courage
her minds not prepared
she sits and she waits
till it comes back again
with the curtains all drawn
closed of like a den
but then she hears birds
as they whistle and tweet
that thunder has gone
till the next time they meet

FOR YOU

when the time comes
and my heart falls weak
and my brain decides
its time for me to sleep
i hope you will smile
as teardrops fill your eyes
and dont dwell on the presant
just remember the good times
your memories the key
when my soul sets from earth
i know it will be hard
i know it will hurt
but our love was so strong
that even when were apart
it will be like im with you
still clutching your heart
and then when you sleep
ill be by your side
helping you through
lifes rollercoaster ride
and i will understand
if you find a new man
aslong as you promise
to be as happy as you can
cause you are my wife
and i solemnly swear
in life and in death
for you ill be there

A DAY TO REMEMBER

the time has come that day again
to remember all those women an men

the 11th hour on the 11th day
we all unite and respects we pay

to all the soilders whom fought an died
and all there families whom sat an cried

the queen will lay down the first wreath
at the foot of the cenotaph
the air filled with sorrow and grief

Armistice day as it once was known
to mark the end of that horiffic warzone

now simply called remembrance day
a day where we pay our respects
to the heros that fought an passed away

a two minute silence sores over the sky
an poppies are worn as we all say goodbye

so until the next time
when we wear poppies again
we respect you we love you
those special women and men