Let go of me!

Every corner I seem to turn you are there,
calling my name when I try and blot you out,
tugging on my shirt sleeves shouting my name,
every friend I seem to have is also yours
this makes them less than friends of mine
but still we gather in your name alone,

I try to walk away from you but all to no avail,
you never seem to let me go, you've become my instinct,
in my thoughts I seem to see so little else but you,
my life a little tedious I went and let you in,
but now you've come to stay with me a shadow is what I am,

day by day I curse your name but all so damn in vain
a wretched creature is what I've become a sub human thing,
but yet each day I do the dreaded rounds, street to street 
start the desperate search, not ceasing till I have you
then I join the others you've enslaved, and own
your slave is what I am , oh just let me go!

Watery eyes

Entering Londis with disheveled hair,
grey and gritty set by bed and dirt,
Monday morning she crawls out her lair,
A scrumpled blouse and floral skirt,

Alone in the world or at least you think,
down the isle contemplating how low we sink,
gin today or wine, no gin stronger hit,
a glass full and a cigarette just lit,

Every day she comes in waiting for the day she dies,
that's the old lady with the watery eyes.

Maidstone UK

Maidstone is a grim old place,
now full of people of dubious race,
not from foreign lands or over seas,
but from England born and bred,
hunch backed dirty chavs with fleas,

outside the nightclubs with vile kebab,
seeing what old hags their mates may nab,
full of yobs and seedy slag's,
kids at home all under fed,
condoms and drugs stacked in their bags.

my friend I warn you don't come here,
this county town is one I'd fear

Stains

Looking out my window I see the trees blown in the wind,
the grey snarl of rain cloud approaches my quiet solemnity,
even in the afterthoughts of my minds eye I think you,
wondering why we say what we say and when,
also I wonder why I didn't say what I wish to now

Alone in the world now is how I feel however untrue,
but I am alone no one knows me like you 
not a person shall know me like you came to
I bared and shared my soul with it scars and wounds
and its stories to tell

without thinking my grip is slipping shall it fall
and it does with a crash and a seeping brown stain
that spreads slow and sure along the floor
spreads like the pain, that lives in me
or spreads like the cancer that fed death to you

 

The gift 1914-1918 #New#

What price a life, a heart, a soul,
proud and tall we marched onward,
over the sea, the fields, the hills,
to take up the patriotic battle cry,

Never thinking about the price we'd pay,
singing songs, stepping straight and true,
the future was ours so bright and new
making history is what they said we'd do,

Every one knew their given roles,
gathering alongside our country standard,
we faced them in the wooded hills
as we fought above did come the darkest sky,

Over by christmas is what they'd say,
four years on and with pay in Lieu,
we crawled back home the victoriuous few,
broken and worn, not what they said we'd do

so many lives fell in those black holes,
flanders, somme, ypres we fell so hard,
we gave the greatest gift that life instills,
the evil seems to grow the harder that we try.

All in vain is what I'd say
all for those men behind the doors,
they give no gift of life, but death!
which as a gift is no such thing at all
no matter how much they drawl