Battles o'er

Alas the smite in thine own eye

with withered hands the victor cries

upon the beaches of regrets

where soldiers fought to seek revenge

The master doctrine was endowed

though all the victors wore a shroud

the conquest gained through victories

whilst birds lay weeping neath the trees

Forsaken gain the poets pen

recorded soon the loss of men

where maidens danced beneath the bowers

old folks gathered all the flowers

So rich in red were poppies then

where skies recorded loss of men

the battle oer the darkened skies

whilst mothers heartbeats lost in sighs and cries.

When my story is over

When my story is over will you send me a kiss

like a thought in the night air in that moment of bliss

when the channels are opened and the scenes set in stone

will you spare me that moment or leave me alone

When the prophets are calling and the seers drop a line

will you call me in summer or walk the divine

when the wild wind is blowing across the great plains

where the Buffalo's graze and the Indians were slain

The whispers i sent you like letters of prose

just to keep you just guessing like on your tiptoes

the summer is calling with its blossoms and grace

like the kisses you promised in your time and faith

The flowers of infinity offered love on the vine

amongst the roses of picardy and the precious red wine

the graceful handmaiden offered alms to the poor

whilst the children of virtues played their last curtain call

The night it was special like the lovers that danced

out in the moonlight where love took a chance

the pages of fortune wrote words to a king

in the castle of Christendom to a man on a whim.

CRAZY TIMES

Stranded in a forethought he faced reality

with a bible in his pocket and a longing to be free

all those thoughts and reasons they were shuffled in the pack

along with the queen of visions and good old little jack

The crusader rode a white horse and the gospels told the tale

with pretty dancing gals and old Madonna veils

there were hordes of folks there dancing and the joker played the key

whilst the music man played Dylan on an old pianos fee

There were many said the looking glass held promises to bend

with crafted words set out in rhyme and the poets to pretend

the crazy undertaker smoked marijuana stubs whilst little Joe smiled innocently

the music filled the house

I remember jack the ripper when London it was crude

with streets of paupers begging there and children's mothers goose

the paths of life they beckoned him and the old men sang a dirge

of endless poignant rhapsodies and episodes that merged

Oh its all but fascination the sailor told the queen

as she set her dress so smartly and he curtsied to her scene

the poets lost the plot somewheres and the child played another flute

whilst the jester old another tale and the loser he vamoosed

whilst the innocents got loose.

Lonesome spirit's in a land of hope

As fragile as a teardrop in the midst of her elope

where the mountains hold no fortress with its deers and antelopes

all along life's watchtowers where the lonesome jackal hides

lost in its antiquity amongst abandoned brides

Forsaken by no other in the ranks of time and wars

where the war drums send their anthems across to foreign shores

where the moon dust holds its memories amongst the quantum leap

where the victors hide their tears in shame and the lonesome widows weep

The harvests are a coming down the valleys of the plains

where the maidens lost their innocence amongst the virgin rain

the shadows hide their conquests like the realms of time and space

where the children sing their lullabies twisted up in sad disgrace

Where the music plays to empty halls and the actors lost their lines

were in the Shakespearean verse and the dickens sanctioned times

the streets of life lay desolate whilst the house of refuge rests

its weary travelers rooms were in the poets lines are blessed.

souls out at sea

In candlelit terraces where old men reside

the paradise maidens with sleep in their eyes

are blessed in the teardrops that young men befall

in the midst of the crowded infinity hall

The barren streets offer no peace to the wise

where sandal clothed hippies are dressed up as spies

there's food on the tables and burdens to flee

far removed from the sanctions of that old poverty

The cradle it rocks and the boughs they do bend

where sparrows sing love songs to poets and friends

the soft spoken maidens sing lullaby free

but its all one big dream lost out at sea.

Battles o'er

Alas the smite in thine own eye

with withered hands the victor cries

upon the beaches of regrets

where soldiers fought to seek revenge

The master doctrine was endowed

though all the victors wore a shroud

the conquest gained through victories

whilst birds lay weeping neath the trees

Forsaken gain the poets pen

recorded soon the loss of men

where maidens danced beneath the bowers

old folks gathered all the flowers

So rich in red were poppies then

where skies recorded loss of men

the battle oer the darkened skies

whilst mothers heartbeats lost in sighs and cries.

Liberty Hill

Accustomed as I am to ladies in despair

i cannot fathom faithfulness when promises declared

the lion sleeps alone at night and the eagle he flies free

whilst wolves are in the caverns and the forests beckons thee

The winding roads of sanity speak with fallen tongues

whilst wise men talk of equality and jackal's still bang drums

the corridors of power are set in shifting sands

where lords and Lady's dance at night and lovers all hold hands

The book it reads its pages from sacred words of stone

whilst cattle's graze on hilltops and maidens sleep alone

the courtyard gates are open and the king he says a prayer

whilst the orphan boy carries a candle up the stairs and always says his prayers

In days gone by and tales of olde the minstrels set the scene

whilst wanton lovers danced at night lamps full of kerosene

the candle flickered in the breeze and he held her in his arms

whilst blind men curtsied in their sight and fishermen sold alms

There down in the village the blacksmiths at his stone

his anvil hot and ready though his strength was his alone

the Farmer blessed the crops that day and the filly bayed and laughed

whilst the naked country maiden soaked there in her bath

The trees that shed their branches in autumns Windy glades

where forests walks were handsome and blessed with sad old maids

the grass it grew abundance there and the birds did chirp at morn

whilst fools and drunkards left the inn lonesome way back home

The painter painted heavens door and the poet blessed the scene

where rabbits scampered o'er the downs and the wise man had a dream

the standards set in parchment and the words are crafted free

where the wise man and the fool hold hands and call as one for thruth and liberty.

Silly realms

Pardon me if I'm absurd said the sandman to the fly

i count my blessings every night then whisper dreams gone bye

the sailboats sail to who knows where and little children play

whilst dreams are made in heaven and maidens knell and pray

The trumpet sounds were heard at night whilst the whispering winds gave chase

upon the page where poets scrawled and wise men they gave haste

the love they shared was etched in tears though none could state its cause

whilst writers lost their flowing pens and flowed with no discourse

The master of the house was lost whilst foolish dreams were caste

amongst the effigy's of pan and soldiers at the gate

the castle held no fortress's stone to bless the humpty downs

where sacrament's were handed out and warrants flown around

The cock did crow upon the hill and the pigeon gave a sigh

one sad neglected virgin girl was swooning to small fry

the vanquished armies turned and fled across the falls that day

whilst farmers counted crops that thrived and lovers in the hay.

Paradise poets

Paradise poets with love in their eyes

dream lands with sailboats and full of surprise

candyfloss maidens with lacy blue gowns

a fool on a bicycle peddling to town

Sunbeams and sailboats sailing from shore

windows that lookout on scenes love amour

silly boys surfing on sands full of sprite

dreamers and prophets with their thoughts full of grace

kisses in love land where memories are made

Faraway places with strange sounding names

children at play with happy free games

sandcastle valleys with flags flying free

shell bays and stud lands just by the sea

Hills that explore the beautiful scene

lollipop dreamers with grace in between

forests and enchantments that send you to space

with a gift in your hand and a smile on your face

In a tumbledown shack in a glade by the sea

where pastures are blessed were rabbits run free

where the sun shines there daily

and the moon scores at night with stars to delight

what a heavenly sight

Simple life's flowing with happiness realms

nursery rhymes alleys with tropical palms

gypsies in vardos with chavvys to spare

beautiful maiden with long flowing hair

A tale of two cities to delight you each day

one love to last as you knell down to pray

a forest of words that flow from the heart

with no wordily gossips to make you feel smart

A kiss in the moonlight with the stars twinkling free

a message from god written only for thee

in paradise alley were wolves never tread

there a candle to hold and light you to bed.

Liberty's cell

Hear the footsteps in the alley where the crowded poets sleep

where frontiers know no borders and the vaults are oh so deep

where the constant Gardener plants his dreams with every breath he takes

whilst all the pretty boys and girls are out there on the make

Down the concrete corridor's where rooms are hid from view

inside the prism of their minds where sorcerer's run true

where the vagrant undertaker stands with his cross in his hands

whilst foolish words are set in stone and a fool yells out abide

The Forest walks he took her with scented perfume blooms

were camouflaged by innocence amidst the nighttime gloom

the kisses that he offered her with ever twinkling eye

were planted on her lips of dew and wished unto the skies

The words he offered her that night and to the mornings light.

Once i had a dream

I had a dream and i shared it with you

we were young and in love and on that same road too

our days were happy and seldom blue

i had a dream and i shared it with you

Remember the moments and the hours we shared

love songs at night and bedtime prayers

remember those summers and walks in the park

kisses in the moonlight and hugs in the dark

i had a dream and i shared it with you

You were my world and i loved you too

remember those winters walks in the snow

once a child now a big girl and it shows

we were mad and in love in those priceless days

Walks o'er the hillsides and long long days

all time stood still as we held hands

listen to the music from the rocking bands

I had a dream and i shared it with you

kisses in the park and joys in the dark

my world i shared with you and my hopes aspirations too

we were as one me and you

i had a dream and i share it with you.

Lonesome spirit's in a land of hope

As fragile as a teardrop in the midst of her elope

where the mountains hold no fortress with its deers and antelopes

all along life's watchtowers where the lonesome jackal hides

lost in its antiquity amongst abandoned brides

Forsaken by no other in the ranks of time and wars

where the war drums send their anthems across to foreign shores

where the moon dust holds its memories amongst the quantum leap

where the victors hide their tears in shame and the lonesome widows weep

The harvests are a coming down the valleys of the plains

where the maidens lost their innocence amongst the virgin rain

the shadows hide their conquests like the realms of time and space

where the children sing their lullabies twisted up in sad disgrace

Where the music plays to empty halls and the actors lost their lines

were in the Shakespearean verse and the dickens sanctioned times

the streets of life lay desolate whilst the house of refuge rests

its weary travelers rooms were in the poets lines are blessed.

Fields of gold

Fields of gold and downs of heather

bluebells rich in woods of green

trees that blossom in the springtime

lambs that leap out by the streams

Skies of blue and clouds so white there

land of queen and country lanes

no matter what the weather

its home to blackbirds reigns

Land of forest song and laughter

king and country roads

the shepherd on the hillside

the traveler with his heavy load

Down the bonnie banks of Scotland

to the cities rich in lore

where the gypsy travels onwards

with life's Armour cross and sword

Oh the lessons that they taught me

from a life out on the road

with the vardo stacked with good things

with my family all on board

In a land of hills and harvests

where the cuckoo comes each spring

where the history book all spout it

that Shakespeare offerings

Where the tide comes in at daybreak

where the daisies deck the green

like England in its seasons

spring buds to Halloween.

Old Balsall heath

On the cobbled streets of old balsall heath

where the children skipped with dancing feet

where the lamplight shone o'er darkened skies

where the lonesome strangers passed on by

On the streets and shadowed alleyways

where the dogs did bark and children played

where the dust was thick and illness spread

where six children laid n shared one bed

Where the Senney mum died of a brain tumour

where her children ran hide from the law

just fourteen kids all on the run

from foster homes and carefree mums

They hid within the playground dens

where the play some poet laid his pen

where barefoot urchins ran the streets

amongst the demolitions of dark damp streets

The children nicked their breakfast rare

amongst the multiracial Fayre

where Pakistani and Caribbean crew

shared their life amongst the brew

The law gave chase and papers spoke

where wise men read of kids elope

where public cry was heard so plain

across the streets of Birmingham

Eventually the law awoke

and let those kids to Cornwall slopes

where farm was rich in love and flowers

here the children shared a life neath boughs

no more to run the streets so bare

loved by the farmers wife and cared.

Building cathedral's

They built their cathedral's in each foreign land

with steeple's so tall and arches so grand

with windows all glazed and organs so rich

and they took all the young men and sold them so quick

They plundered the nations for richness and gains

they colonized nations again and again

they gave them religion and they called it true faith

then they slaughtered the children and built many graves

There's synagogues planted in all foreign lands

with scull caps and Torah spread word o'er the sands

there's temples and shrines to praise every faith

but we don't want your mosques for the young men to save

There's hypocrites rife in the lands of the free

where democracies reign through bloods victories

the peace it is branded and terrorist spies

where drugs they are taken amidst alcohol s lies

There's sunshine and laughter and peace for the wise

but only the Muslims are branded not wise

the Jews killed by Nazis in the second world war

but the gypsies weren't mentioned so whats that all for

There's a cross hanging freely around young men's necks

in the battles for oil we've lost the respect.

Waiting for the roses

I'm waiting for the roses to bloom their tale of joy

in spring times golden moments fore lovers girl and boy

I'm waiting for the roses and wishing love to stay

in the valleys of the country where the boats are in the bay's

Im Telling all those stories of tales of long ago

when maidens blessed the valleys in springtime's shadows shows

where the harvests they were plentiful and the trees rich in bloom and bough

amongst the greens of nature and the swallows nests and cows

The joys of summers waiting to burst upon the scenes

where turner painted boats and trees

where lovers strolled and dreamed

I'm waiting for the moment when the blooms are rich and red

when the scents of perfume fill the air and the willows weep and vent

their branches full of offerings and the sun blesses the scenes

where lovers walk hand in hand and poets are left to dream

I'm waiting for the roses to bloom their tales of joy

like the richness of the moment twixt the kiss of girl and boy

when the flowers lift their petals and the lambs do leap and play

like the children in the schoolyard you'll see them every day

The farmers in the taverns and the lord is free to draw

where the sun comes out to bless you and the warbler tweets his call.

pen to paper

He'd just put pen to paper

words flowed with mystic charm

with eloquence and vivacity

a sweetheart in his arms

A light before to guide him

a comfort in the lord

a satisfying life was found

within the shield and sword

The life was full of troubles

you'll get them anyways

with happiness's around each bend and a love who never strays

there's a forest of remembrance where the anthems always play

With a charming cottage in the woods

primroses neatly laid

sometimes the words astound me

they seem to flow so mean

with sentences and prose so true

like seagulls painting scenes

The master craftsman knows his lines

are not from his own soul

they originate from gods owns world

the creator knows you know

He moved back to the city

where the cops speed through each day

ignoring all the crime out there

they passed it night and day

They travel-led through the streets of shame

where foul parking it was trite

where youths broke into your home at night

where the pockets they were light.

Crazy times in fancy lands

On stickle mountains jamboree where the jelly babies play

where the kids count moonbeams in the dark and frogs jump in the hay

where waters run to wash your tears and drain them all aways

where little birds do sing their songs any time night or day

In times of old when knights were bold and chivalry was prime

a soldier blessed the virgins nest and sprinkled love divine

where rainbows chose to deck the skies with colours cast in dreams

where mothers baked the wedding cake for little ones to wean

In times gone by and bats that fly with wings made of sticky pooh

the robins nest were feathered blessed and boats they sailed from Poole

where children danced and played their games from daybreak unto noon

whilst fathers swore and went to war all in the month of June

In paradise amongst the spice the angels sang in tune

whilst sailors blessed the ships that sank and prophets blessed the moon

whilst poets roamed amongst foam of sea spray chants and rhymes

whilst bells did ring and clocks did chime the hour of mans divinity

The hourglass broke and Satan choked whilst lovers slept in June

The reasons plain and in the main the text is there to see

with master pen he crafted them all in Sanskrit free

with minds awoke and candle's broke the message was plain to see

Whilst jesters danced a carousel and wise men went to sea

on Christmas day in dickens way the children all cried more

whilst cats meowed and dogs all bowed to jesters out at play

the sun gave chase to human race and beamed its grace for free

The Savior smiled and sanctified the winners of his grace

whilst the tortoise woke and ran amok with careful howd you dos

the bantam cock crowed all forlorn and the blackbird sang its tune

whilst the train came in an hour late and the porter gave a shout

for drinkers there who downed their beers and wallowed in their grief

Whilst bears all danced and rabbits too cheered and frolicked free

the dreams of man were understand and grasped the nettles sweet

whilst beggars prayed and lovers made and blew kisses at your feet

the sun came up and gave its worth to brigfhten up the day

whilst fantasies were cast in dreams and children's played away

The carousel that spun its run where horses bayed and neighed

the anthems sang from lips of chums and the grownups run away

now in this realm of perfect times where imagination thrived

the writers gave their blessings free and poets gave their lines

The children clapped and laughed in joy and the music went around

the joys of man were bedded down amongst their tears and speech

whilst dreamers played their anthems grave and wise men they did teach

simple words of Truth and rhyme set out in dulcet tone

and no man slept alone.

Hope in the night

Walking with their eyes shut they wont face reality

ive a bible in my pocket drank this cup of tea

there's a wounded soldier following the last train straight to hell

there's a promise and a rose entwined along the gypsy trail

The vagabonds and tailors have all sailed out to sea

with the hopes tucked in their pockets

all preaching love and liberty

There's a fortune telling lady with that look within her eyes

there's a shadow on the sidewalk for terrorists and spies

don't lose your understandings all set in mystic chimes

upon the highway of forgiveness amongst melody and rhyme

There's a falling angel guiding you and a secret rendezvous

there's hope in grace and solitude and a christian on the loose

all along the sidewalk the clowns and jesters danced

with a honeymoon quartet and a ship that sailed to France

The cards are in the table and a feast set for a queen

amongst the laws and doctrines where the losers always win

so don't count all your blessing fore the shooting stars in sight

there's a glory train a coming and will by here by tonight

There's a singer writing parables and a poet dreaming dreams

amongst the leaves of insanity where the children play their scenes

so don't ask me no more questions

the epitaphs are laid within the stone walled chapels

amongst the soldiers graves where the clock it chimes the hour

where the sun it greets the day amongst the world of stupid fools

whilst politician's play.

A day to remember

It was a day to remember and never forget

when our music was playing and she wore that Rosette

the sun it was shining and the lambs were at play

the children were singing in the warm summers day

It was a day like no others when the church bells did chime

when the rabbits did scramble from their warrens divine

when the birds sang their melodies and the lizards did squirm

when the squirrel searched for nuts by the old barn n worn

There were apples in the orchards and blossoms on boughs

the leaves were so green and the maids milked the cows

the streams and the rivers were all flowing free

where the hayricks were high with a view to the sea

The people were dancing and the band struck the chords

there were gypsies and hippies praising the lord

the hills told their story like the artist at play

when gods shared his glory in the great light of day.