A Forked Tongue only knows how to Lie

I feel so bad I hurt everywhere and beyond,
Where could I ever find a magic wand?
That could put out the pain that burns in my heart,
When will this torture ever depart?
Why do I cry? Why do I sigh?
When all I really want is to be allowed to die?
I feel so bad I hurt everywhere and beyond,
I do not believe in any magic wand.


I do not believe in much anymore,
I have been betrayed by manmade law,
I have been used and abused by ‘friends’,
I have no wish to make amends,
I have no trust for what they might say,
Too many lies litter yesterday,
I do not believe in much anymore,
I don’t seek protection from any manmade law.


I have been broken and thrown away,
Is it any wonder I don’t wish to stay?
A scream is growing that shall echo my dream,
For nothing is as you would have it seem,
Like Queen Ann at the front, Mary-Ann at the back
All is a sham; your leaders I’d sack,
I have been broken and thrown away,
There’s absolutely no reason for me to stay.

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The previous title for this was X-directory.

The only photograph I had to illustrate this was one that I did not want associated with the major part of my life that was spent chasing a dream that does not exist. It portraid a natural scene.

I had a vocation to help animals in distress and pain. Today that is a dirty word.

There is nothing natural about the profession I joined and now leave totally disallusioned. It supports monetary profit only.

The other profession that uses the snake as a symbol of its' verity?

How appropriate is all I can say.

Lost

Long lost are the sheep this gate was built to hold,
Briars proclaim this land belongs to the bold,
Only the wild can live in chaos and grow,
Only a passing shadow shall any way show,
The message lying unopened left by the weak,
For time still hides the unspoken words of the meek.

No rampant rage shall ever read truth’s sign,
No greed will ever gather the simplest design,
No music will play through airs thick with lies,
No song shall be sung where arrogance flies,
No thought of this stays a moment more in a mind,
That remains open to anything better it might find.

Lost, lost, lost the wind will echo the sound
Long may all weep for this defiled ground,
Long may the shadows cast a memory to wake
The conscience of any follower for love’s sake,
Here my heart’s song shall live for ever and a day,
Having found no other place that wants it to stay.

A Promise of Joy that Grows to Glory

Through dark days and the bitter winter night,
Sealed buds promises silently keep,
Snaking cruel winds carelessly sweep
Between bare branches exposed to their might,
A low sun sends weary softer rays,
To gently touch the frosted black bark,
Every point of light leaves its’ star’s mark,
Kindling a moment so memory stays.

The secrets of sunshine held by a tree,
Cast shadows that reach through time into spring,
The warmth of joy such patience will bring,
When no longer imprisoned and breaks free,
Rings through the years with life’s strident call,
And sings from the heart of youthful dreams,
Dances with magical silver moonbeams,
At the equinox evening ball.

A lingering song long summer days swell
Into soft warm wide starry-eyed nights,
Where sweet scented air a dream delights,
And time would stop in one moment to dwell,
Yet nowhere shall nature soundlessly sleep,
The music grows with every wing beat,
When bat, butterfly and bird pass over wheat,
And fortune ripens for the future to reap.

A young oak holds fast to autumnal glory,
Whilst all around the earth claims her right,
To the gown of gold for the coming night,
Here she mirrors a moving love story,
A blustering breeze plays through the tree,
Leaves dance and laugh with childlike delight,
Celebrating the end of a lifetime’s fight,
Released from care the song encircles me.

Better Than Sliced Bread?

Frozen in time the gifts stand proud,
And shout to the ducks and swans out loud,
"Here we were all thrown away,
Wait and watch, for the dish of the day
Is better than sliced bread if you have knife,
Oops! We really must have a word with that wife!"

"Those lemons are more than a beak can stand,
We are vegetarians that prefer water to land,
But your rubbish should go in the refuse bin,
To pollute our world is purely a sin!
Our swimming pool’s been stolen by ice,
And the decorations don’t make it nice."

Light in Dark

The glittering winter night flees before
The dawn of a rising star
That easily outshines all others,
Not with any greater strength or power,
But with a close, constant companionship,
The earth will always turn to for warmth and life.

The glittering worldly wealth dims before
A single act of human kindness
That clearly outshines all jewels,
Not with any greater polish or profit,
But with a close, caring consideration,
The heart will always turn to for warmth and life.

The Thorn Branch

No softness here; summer has fled,
Autumn undressed and silently bled
All that the harvest could give and left,
A bare denuded stem bereft
Of comfort. Only hardness remains,
Greed has gathered its’ ill-gotten gains,
The thorn will defend this fragile root,
The thieves have stolen all their loot.

So leave this thorny branch alone,
It belongs to water turned to stone,
No spring can open this scene now,
Time’s run out of what it will allow,
And frozen this picture of pain,
Like an indelible bloodstain,
The only water that now flows
Are tears only innocence knows.

Square Deal

To a wild grass that once dreamed
Of waving like the tall golden corn
In the cooling breeze of a long summer day,
This was once a barrier.
Now it stands as a support,
For weak stems broken and bent with stress,
Strength sapped by the demands made by
A meagre unwanted harvest.

Winter winds whine as they pass,
They find no willing partner here,
In the lengthening nights peace and sleep rule,
This was the end of a beginning,
Now it stands as a beginning of the end.