The silence before a storm

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We are waiting in the voiceless shadow

Padded cells inside the gallows

angels chained inside a soul

legion my man is out of control

dripping darkness of the void

whisper your name before it’s destroyed

life’s a curtain lost not deployed

life’s uncertain it’s cadence a heart beat

ghosts and devils retreat

in the violence of your stare

in the glowing embers of a fires glare

in the stabbing tenderness of an aching heart

beats a rhythm that no one can tell from the start

but the storm is brewing in the sky

like the reapers blade in the shade

the song bird cries

but all I am left with is sighs

The fabric of our being

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Two eyes that see

One heart that feels

Is the soul real?

Or do we have an existential crisis?

in the very fabric of our being

I suppose that’s the cost of dreaming.

Reality is stranger than fiction

it is my addiction

to believe in both dreams and reality

but both are restrictive

because both our limited to habits and thoughts

and we are caught

in their spiders web.

Charity

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I am me and you are you

but there for grace of god, go you or I

sleeping rough on the streets

one job loss away

or one benefit sanction

how can you think you are better

than your good luck

born into the right family

having the right salary

to keep your head above water

I caught you cursing those who claim

the poor and disabled

we need to give them a ladder to climb

out of their circumstances

or is it another life to be thrown away

with no more chances.

These are the days

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There are days when we toy with innocence

there are days when wear despair as our clothes

days when we truly open our eyes

days when we want to keep them closed.

Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts

and there are days when that pain departs.

Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake

and days when we feel so far away from that love

that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.

Days when we pretend to be free

and days when we really do hold the key

to doors unopened before.

Days when we feel we can take on the world

and days where we hide in the corner.

Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna

when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose

and see a new religion being formed

a new baby being born.

Days change what we think and who we are

days where we travel near and days we travel far

drink in the moments and savour the day

because its drifting away

and its all we have!

Your gift

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Your gift

Gifted to you

not in the greatest wrapping paper

but I am person you can savour

not aesthetically pleasing always to the eye

but to you I would never lie

I speak the truth

I can make you smile

all the while

you can’t buy me from any supermarket aisle

I am your gift

you can’t find me under a tree

I am too big

I am messy but no stig of the dump

I work hard for you walking in trainers my pumps

I am your gift

remember me when your having a bad day

I will come round and lighten your sadness as much as I can, ok?

for I am a friend the greatest gift of all

is when you and I rise and walk tall.

Christmas Memes

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When crystalline flakes fall from the sky

and Santa’s reindeer fly

when carrots are left out on the side

and sleighs rides glide

mince pies and a glass of sherry

Christmas trees with a fairy

wish lists and gifts

Christmas GIFS

with memes

snow globe dreams

seasonal cheer

and a beer

with friends

and mistletoe ends

remember to give a kiss

and look to the new year for bliss.

Rudolph and the refugee child

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A refugee child wondered weary and tired

looking for some food, shelter and warmth from a fire

but the snow fluttered from the sky

was Christmas a lie?

Rudolph flew down from on high

he would take the the child to the land of elves and presents

Father Christmas would feed the orphan child a roast pleasant

and show him the love the best present of all

in our hearts we must all break the wall.

There is no vending machine for love

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You cannot find a vending machine for love

you cannot pretend it’s real love

My heart is on fire

is it a liar?

is all love is smoke and mirrors

if so can I forgive her

I check my change

you are everything I desire

my hearts ablaze

but is this only a phase?

love maybe a chase

but not a vending machine case

I haven’t the money to give

to choose the love I need to live

you are a beautiful woman

but I will never have you or own your soul

at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control

I can put my money into the machine

but I will never be your dream.

Christmas is cancelled

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Tear down the tinsel

put the Christmas tree in the skip

rip down the rope lights

make the Christmas fairy take flight

Santa is in debt

his company in administration

so Christmas is cancelled

the kids will drive us to frustration

but this economy is to blame

so stop making your Christmas pud

let the turkeys run free

stop buying presents from Tesco express

and get the kids a cardboard box instead

let their imagination run wild

Christmas will always exist in the heart of a child.