War Child.Little girl, trying to sleep in your beddon’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearbyjust close your eyes and try not to cryand let your brother sing you a lullaby.And don’t listen to the noise of the gunsas the bullets flash by your door, don’t cryjust think of the peace found in sleepwhile your brother sings you a lullaby.Little girl, as you sleep in your bed when you dream, try not to dream of the daywhen soldiers came with their gunsand took your father away.And when you wake up to a new daylooking for the sun, through the dust and smoketry to find some hope in that terrible placeas you and your brother strive to cope.Little girl, war is the world of grown upsand there is nothing you can doeven if you tell them of your fear and sorrowno one will listen to you.But when the war is over and doneand you no longer hear an exploding shellmaybe your young life will be a better placemore like Heaven and less like Hell.by Tim Kitchen
Lonliness - "The Seldom Seen Kid"The fervant whisper of the never-ending sigh,a stifled, unwanted struggling cry,an echoing voice, to quiet to stir,the perpetual murmur to scared to confer.To tired to care, to angry for flare,a face in the crowd for others to stare,whatever they know they made up themselves,they know nothing of being left on the shelf,the seldom seen kid is to common a sight,the seldom seen kid chooses flight before fight.The fire that burns, started with a spark,a meaningless snigger, a stupid remark,the seldom seen kid a voice one should hear,the seldom seen kid, not weird jusy unclear.Title taken from Elbow album of the same name.
Freedom Through It All.Time seems to slowunder the cracked skin of fate,shards of fear contrastwith shards of shrapnel this day.Shells implode and wildly burstthreatening comfort of which we were deprived,sadness and sorrow are clouding the skiesblue to red, life to death. Inside the knowingminds of the men, courage-bound, I count to ten, hide while I canthe trenches corner me like a bullied victim.I see blood, not the expectedand so widely expressed 'fun' of war,rivers flow but I wish not to seeso take me from here, I beg to the Lord...And then I was free.
Following Steps.The courage in me stands in awe,Bemused by the man that holds such pride. I feel so weak whilst I follow his stride,Yet I must trail behind. Inferior senses entangle me within,No fear of darkness, stone hearted man, Breaking through life with no problem, But I must trail behind. A sensation stirs under my skin, His stance is strong, his words are thick, All his peers can sense his strength,But I must trail behind. I am beside no more, the courage remains,Sand in a timer, the old man is dead. And now who must take his stead,But me? I whom he had trained.
How much time does it take to say please and thanks,and maybe even a smile or two. Its amazing what the little things can do for you. A little kindness and friendship can go a long way, if you didn't before maybe you can start today. So next time try a yes sir and yes mam and who knows it might make you feel like a new man and woman too, and i almost guarantee its good for you. js
Things are changing all over the planet things can't get much worse,or can it. The storms are gettin more fierce and the crimes more severe, man it makes you want to shed a tear. All this useless killin man the thought is really chillin. People fightin for democracy all over the middle east, sooner or later we will realize its the belly of the beast. Its where it all started and probably where it'll all end, but on our beliefs and values we must not bend. All we can do is the best we can, you can't ask for more from any man or woman js
One day soon you rich fools get a slap too,While your saying Im free life cant touch me,If I give to charity for instance,then my conscience has gone the distance,God is nearby but you choose lie,Fear and vanity are the gods you seek,But you"l see those like me an we tell thee,Your money gods can"t save ye,They only gods of your slithered belly,You love them dont you Rothschild family,Twisted creeper devil dynasty seed,An my daughter died see,Medical science about money,Life too cheap people so many,Like old bags with hole in,We go in grave or dustbin,Easier give morphine,It cheap we kill you softly,Make you for the first time comfortable,cos were all big companies an its so profitable..An while all suffer what does god do,You stay quiet and in fear cos he promised you,He will act soon and kill all the damn fools,All fear and lies breed, like fruit on devil tree,An none of it helped cos my daughter she dead see,No Im not hiding I want answers to all the lying,I want to hear the devil crying..Medical science love the money,Life is cheap people so many..While gods and devils are refining and sifting,Allowing tortured divine human testing,Perfecting love through misery grants blessings,Your all free to believe but fear what your hearing..Some love to judge so we"l never be free,Burning threads that twist empathy,An say, I would never do the same as thee,Far gracious and nobler my integrity,They work harder an faster a bastard to be,Takes time to refine while they stretch proud and free,Upon questioning their reasoning,Wings boastingly spread,Saying God he will stand he"l protect me,So when God says I never knew ye,You that stayed quiet, you who are cowardly,for when something is wrong and you never spoke up,you pretenders that drink from the killer cup,who say we wait on the kingdom you see,Our hands are tied by what we believe,you that are cowards will never be free,the bravest person by far for me,the truest love fought I ever did see,She was my daughter her name was marie..
up from my depthsthe monster it calls blood curdlinghateful I feel its pullits hate, its seething ResentfulTwisted It rises upbut i force it down Getting strongereach and everytime I HATE YOU
J's SongI wll lie with youIn the burning sand As the sun curls our bodies And the sea calls the landI will stroke your faceAnd see the angles with my hands,I'll hold your body tight to mineWhile the big waves rollI will caress your backAs our tide rushes outAnd kiss your mouth When your breathing subsidesYou are in my skinAnd you fill my mindYou are the very cord That binds us to theomnipsyche I will lie with youIn the vacuum of the universeIn the darknessAnd the shiningI will curl round youShare the heatSlice the coldI will not sigh to disturb youI will lie with youAround you and about youI will take you inAnd fill the emptyI will roll with youAs the earth explodesAnd cover your headAs the apocalypse ridesI will lie with youOn the cool green bankAs the sweet water flowsWhere the darkness sankI will lie with you forever...and then some
P's SongTwo spirits Danceby the edge of the seaSun diamondsSparklearound themWe sit, you and I,One on each side of the sand bankBacks to each otherThe wild grass bends abd shivers at the kiss of the windI have my thoughtsYou have your thoughtsOur hearts beat fiercely with the prompting of our thoughtsOur voices are stillOur tears make tiny rivulets in the sandAnd create spirals on our beach dirt feetSomething sits between our hearts and our lipsWe bend our heads in unisonThe hands of our heart reach out at the same timeBut the fingers of our souls are just not long enoughThe tendrils of our faith in one another just notstrong enoughTo withstand the kiss of the windThey blow away up into the vastness of our imaginationsA deep sighAnother chanceRolls into the past of our brief life sojournSo we stare longingly through shimmering eyesAway from each otherOutwardsTo whereTwo spirits DanceBy the edge of the sea...
FleshFor some mourners,we visualize crying.It came virtually in dying.Songs and whisperson lonesome nights.In dying,on lonely flights...In the sparrowthat flew overin dying over and over.For some mourners,we visualize crying.It came virtuallyin flesh.Songs and whisperson lonesome nights.In flesh,on lonely flights...In the sparrowthat flew overin fleshover and over.Songs & Whispers Inspirational Poetry Collection by Annette Journet Jaco-available at Amazon.com.
A Few Words from Keith Thompson at Saltways Cheshire Home.All over the world, no matter the time or day, when, with all our cares unfurledwe go upon our wayno matter how many troubles may fill our deceitful mindwe must adopt every circumstance to see what we may find.
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