Nonsense

'So tell me once again, the time?'

It's half past, nearly,
Getting on for fine.

'And what's the weather
Going to do?'

It might just rain
In a corner or two.

'Oh really?
When do you think I was born?'

Why yesterday month
In an elephant storm.

'Ridiculous!!
You just don't make sense!'

Stop questioning me
You make the present tense!!

Harlots and Heretics

'Understand me now!' she cried,
As in the ducking stool she writhed and twisted
And tore her skin on God's own rope.
For was HE not the one who put her there?
'I am no witch, I am no whore, God made me, I am his!'
But feeble words were drowned
As icy water clamped her head in vice like claws,
And salted wounds erupted around voiceless screams.

'My lungs explode,' she thought,
When once again clergy’s madman
Jerked her from deaths liquid grasp
To flounder in the noisy air.
They cursed her long and loud,
Her crime of living more sickening to them than any murder.

'I did nothing' she gasped,
As padre's fist closed her mouth forever.
'God, just let me die!' she prayed
As stars exploded in her mind;
But no such easy end awaited this fair maid.

They dragged her, silent,
From the witches chair,
With hating hands,
That introduced her to the cobbled street,
That broke her bones and bruised her skin
With stony hard indifference.
'Burn the witch' chant the children,
Infantile ignorance fed by prejudice and hate.

She hardly felt the snapping of her spirit
When her bloody eyes beheld the wood ahead.
Her funeral pyre, pointing to the brilliant sky,
The finger of the devil mocking God.
They tied her,
Pierced her feet with broken twigs
And lashed her shattered body,
To prevent escape.
Their feeble minds rejoiced to see
The greedy flames consume her flesh
And melt the curse she whispered with her dying breath.

'God loves you' she thought,
'Why then could he not love me,
When all I strove to do was save the child from death.'
'Her death is mine' she thought,
And wondered as they cut her down
Why pain no longer racked her form.

They tossed her, smouldering, onto a cart
And drove her to the place the roads did cross.
And there she watched with molten eyes
As eager hands removed the soil to make a pit that gaped like sin.

'What happens here?' she thought in fear,
'have they not had enough of me?'

But then they tossed her into soil
That tried to cool her smouldering flesh.
'She's dead!!' they cried,
'And now she lies at Satan's gate for him to use as she deserves!'

Cold earth embraces her from all sides.
All that remains,
A body rotten and decayed that holds a mind,
That weeps and cries and echoes on the night
'God save me, am I not one of your own?'

But there comes no reply,

Save the clicking of the devils tail as he advances.

Lovely!

You just can't eat get enough with a spoon,

Sometimes only a handful will do.

Well,

Our fingers were here before spoons were,

It's the sensiblist eating to do!

Drowning

Drowning

Implies a lack of breath

And a surfeit of water,

Usually accompanied

By at least a small degree 

Of panic.

Not her.

She's lounging in the water,

Flattering it with her presence,

Contemplating staying,

If she likes it enough.

Music

I'm having a musical moment,
Well actually more than just one,
And my writing's a little neglected,
The singing, right now, is more fun!

So I'm going to make a recording,
When I've got all the sound of it right,
At the rate of improvement I'm making,
It's going to be a long night!!

TERRY PRATCHETT

THERE'S A NEW ONE COMING!

SNUFF

Out on the 13th October.

Oh happy day!!

Streets

Streets ahead,
or
Streets apart,

It's all about
The
Distance.


Nicer
To be
Side-by-side
In the same
Street.

Closer.

The Bus Stop

Crawling round the inside of my mind behind my eyes,

A new, unusual idea formed, the shape of which belied,

The empty place it came from, the enormous wave of change;

An idea quite distinct within the chattering of my brain,

That started at the moment when I saw you in the rain.

The moment when that grey, dull street became my street of dreams,

I know it now, I knew it then, peculiar as it seems;

The place where all my senses did that day, in you, collide,

Where through the morning cold and damp you stood before my eyes.

Be still, be strong, be real, be true, the mantra in my mind,

Was all that I could think before your beauty struck me blind.

It’s strange to feel such longing, like a lunatic obsessed,

To feel the touch of primal urges, pounding in my breast.

Adrift, confused and petrified, left staring through the rain,

And then you gave that perfect smile that said you felt the same.

But why, how could I love you, like a mills & boon cliche,

In that fleeting touch of seconds, there was nothing left to say.

It was just a glance, a chance connection straight into my heart,

To see you standing at the bus stop like a living piece of art.

Oh, be still, be strong, be brave, be true, that mantra still remains,

Despite that it was long ago, that street now years away.

All this time you’ve been beside me, dark and handsome, tall and strong,

Yet still the moment of our meeting sounds it’s memory like a song.

And in that memory;

In that place where my best fantasies reside,

I know that all reveals itself when hope and love collide.

The Game

Pounding heart,

Feeling sick,

Fetch the doctor

Double quick!

Think I need

A special pill,

Adrenaline 

Will make me ill!

And still

An hour left,

Or more,

Before our warriors

Go to war.

Be brave,

Be strong,

Defeat the foe

And play

Your insides out!

I'll give my all

And scream along,

And shout 

That victory SHOUT!

VICTORY BRAVE YEOMAN OF ENGLAND, VICTORY!!

Alicia of Bellycraft

A friend came round today. They led me to find Alicia. Lucky, lucky me! I hope she's still dancing.

Two minutes in and I am hypnotised.

Devil inside

To the little old man who was driving the blue Kia in front of me, 

down a single lane road,

At an average speed of around 15 miles an hour,

For what was probably only about 40 minutes,

But felt like an ETERNITY:

Today's entry I dedicate to you.

Do you recognise my face??

Come

Come one and all,

Come sanctify,

The answer that you gave,

When all was

Calm and shining;

When the

Heart of you was brave.

Come face the fire

And don't despair,

If all around shout 'wrong!'

Remember

When you 

Heard the tune,

And danced to your own song.

Come take a stand,

Come show your face,

Come lay your challenge bare;

Come shout your answers

Louder

Than those ragged creatures dare.

Come claim your place

Among the stars,

And planets made of fire

And know

Truth is the heart of life,

That love's your hearts desire.

Happy When Wet

Today we have the words of the Green Flare to save us from silence.

Happy When Wet

What of all this rain and wind?
Sky full, grey as lead.
It matters not to me, you see.
For the sun's out 

In my head.
Let the rain flow over me,
Soak me through and through.
It matters not to me, you see.
For I'm happy, 

You be too.

Monday

This is a perfect Monday song

I wish they'd hurry up!!

Wine

I can't pretend this headache

Is a cold that's coming one,

I've just looked in the kitchen

And can see the red wine's gone.

I doubt that it evaporated,

Given how I feel,

I much more likely drank it all

Which means this headache's real.

Oh evil tasty red delicious 

devils brew that's you,

All lovely, smooth and teasing

What's a thirsty girl to do??

But groping for my cup of tea

With dehydrated brain,

I know that come the next excuse

I'll do it all again!

A notion

It's only a notion
A spark in dark,
I can't help but wonder
Just where it will park?

For there's nothing to show
Where the process will end.
Just as long as it's clamp free
And calls me a friend!

All this wanting and waiting
Can drive you insane,
So I've cleared out the cobwebs
And hoovered my brain.

Now the notion has space
And a free reign to play,
And I'm hoping it's sunshine
Will brighten my day!

Beautiful

There are no words that I can put together,

That can express the beauty of this place

Any better

Than the picture I wrote with my eyes.