This can’t be life
Hours and minutes
Is it Misery’s wife?
Sadly passed til it’s finished.
Crushing disappointment
Around every corner
Now I’m a fly in the ointment
Tomorrow’s maudlin mourner.
Brutality is the common tongue
Existence is a forgotten song.
Love has been lost forever
In a society that’s broken
Future ties have been severed
Empathetic words left unspoken.
When you fear your future’s faded
When you’re growing grey and thin
When your chips have all been traded
And you feel you’ll never win
When you start to wane and wallow
In intrepid, toxic times
There’s a light for you to follow
A light inside you shines
It’s a light that fills your soul
And makes you who you are
Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole
Heals the deepest, darkest scar
In the corpus of commotion
Let that beautiful beacon beam
Across the unforgiving ocean
From the lighthouse of your dreams.
From Bentinck Court
To Bramley Road
You gave support
And love bestowed
From Infants at Standhill
To Uni at Goldsmiths
You lent a hand still
My bowed head, lift
When times were tough
You had my back
When seas were rough
You steadied the mast
I love you Mum
And I wish to say
To end, in sum
Happy Mother’s Day
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
Jealous
That green eyed
Big and awful. Why?
Tell us…
Foolish pride
A real man can cry
Doesn’t even matter
Love it shatters
Everything
You can bring
Things in tatters
Clangs and clatters
Everything
But I love you
Yes I love you
And I hate you all the same
But the hate
Doesn’t matter
Cause I love you.
And your name
I’m yours and you are mine
Always.
Their weight on your mind
Their weight on your shoulders
Their weight you will find
Bearing down above us
Their pressure’s always present
Their pressure seems benign
Their pressure so unpleasant
When your life is undermined
Their future’s never honest
Their future seems so grey
Their future isn’t promised
When you’re living for today
Our past is there behind us
Our past always matters
Our past always reminds us
When our spirit seems so shattered
That we’ve always got eachother
When the thread is wearing thin
You’re my sister and my brother
And every new start, starts within.
Imagine holding your breath
And emerging from underwater
Often feeling so very close to death
For over a lifetime and a quarter
This is anxiety.
Imagine being trapped under rubble
Without light or breathing space
No-one hears you scream that you’re in trouble
Trapped in a lonely, unforgiving space
This is depression.
Imagine the hand that pulls you out
Your water-logged lungs cough with relief
They did hear you scream and shout
And restored your faith and belief
That is kindness.
Imagine their arms around your torso
Crying – your knees buckle and bend
And they tell you they understand, more so
Than you could ever comprehend
That is compassion.
The world is always a much better place with you in it.
We are always much better people when we help eachother.
More love. More life.
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