POETRY SHALL PREVAIL
A collection of prison poetry for the soul by Paul R. Denton- falsely imprisoned but exonerated after 4 long years of struggle against the British Criminal Injustice system. May this book be a testament to those who are searching for the light at the end of a very long tunnel.
Contents:
1.Heart of Darkness
2. Freedom in the United Kingdom
3. Simple Things
4.Moving On
5. Broken English
6.The Yearning
7. Men of Clay
8.Bureaucracy Blues
9.When?
10. A Prisoners Ditty
11. Lord On Christmas Day
12.Jesus,Lamb of the World
13.Celebrate!
14. Even So
15.You are too beautiful
16. Windows of Your Mind
17.Worship His Majesty
18. A Psalm for Haiti
19. A Psalm for Forgiveness
20.Sunny Skies of Qatar Depression
21.Longing
22. Kill me Sweet Jesus
23. A Warriors Wish
24. When the World has gone Mad
25.I Choose
26. A Haiku for Haiti
27. Ballad of the English Soldiering Man – “ My Masterpiece”
28. Child of The Universe
29. Solomon’s Temple
30. To Jacqueline
31. Anguish- a haiku
32. Transitions- a haiku for the Arab spring.
33.For God so Loved ( a Carol)
34. Without a Sound
35.Requiem for a Victim
36. When at Last
37.A Tribute to Oscar Wilde
38. I Believe in You
39. Should I Forget
40. To Martine ( A Fathers Love)
41. Madame Liar
42. Who am I?
43.Anastasia
44. I am not a Crime
45. Woman,My Woman
46. Justice
47. Adorata Jesu
48. Victorious – A haiku
49. Dreamless Sleep
50. Seasons- a Haiku for Japan
51. The JO- BURG RAP!
52.CRY!
53.The Olde English Waye- a ballad
54. I have a Dream
55. Raconteur
56. My Jesus, My Unity.
The End
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1. HEART OF DARKNESS
I.
I've been inside the heart of darkness,
Seen its glittering eyes of evil,
Dreamed of its midnight reflections gleaming at me,
And wondered if ever I would be free...
II.
There is a sacred fire burning in my heart,
An ancient drum tearing me apart,
And the time will come to talk about this,
How the damned returned from the absolute abyss...
III.
I've been inside the heart of darkness,
Travelled its rivers of poison, fear and mystery,
Seen the faces of a 1000 demons screaming,
And choirs of cannibals all carnally dreaming....
IV.
But who could toast to such disgrace and shame?
The like never seen upon the fields of human pain,
When honour is consigned to the annals of public infamy,
And lost eternal in the cathedrals of history...
V.
I've been inside the heart of darkness,
Seen hypocrisy expose orgies of primal perjury,
Insanity with Integrity battle the devil’s own ideology,
And the forest sleeps alone in jungled mesmery...
The forest sleeps alone in jungled mesmery!
VI.
For never was such a tortured soul tormented this,
Nor love and hate such good bedfellow friends,
Alas! Conscripted I am to this wild waking hell,
Far dire than any married man ever dare tell...!
VII.
I've been inside the heart of darkness,
Bound within its walls of imprisoned iniquity,
To live is to learn what one must do,
And to this end , my beloved ... I shall always love you!.
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This poem was initially inspired by Joseph Conrad’s story about a trip down the Congo river called the heart of darkness. I wanted to look into the soul and compare it to this journey into the jungle... what hides there? what terrors? what mysteries? - and then I compared it to my own dilemma within myself... hence the poem...and love won out...in the end...throughout the conflict...
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2.Freedom in the United Kingdom
TRUTH-PEACE-LOVE-JOY-FAMILY-HUMANITY…Freedom!
Cry my soul Tears of Triumph with Tragedy – Freedom…
Strangle the rainforest with Rampant Reality- Freedom!
Comfort the Orphans of Judicial Atrocity – Freedom!
It’s a place inside your head like Mahatma Gandhi – Freedom!
An idea of something once said like Nelson Mandela – Freedom!
A story once read like Martin Luther King – Freedom!
An image of terrible dread like Che Guevara – Freedom!
Kids on the street rioting about it – Freedom!
Soldiers in America fighting al-Qaeda about it- Freedom!
Cameron in parliament lying about it – Freedom!
Graffiti artists in Palestine spraying about it – Freedom!
Money grabbing Bankers and prosecutor wankers – Freedom !
Looting and arson- phone hacking and Clarkson – Freedom!
It’s the global elite performing mission creep- Freedom !
Sucking the lifeblood from the innocent sheep – Freedom!
You talk to me of Freedom as I rot away in this prison-
An Innocent man convicted by the British Injustice System…
I’m Jack the Ripper exorcising my freedom…
Carving up the Establishment until their f**king bleeding!...Freedom!
Sinister corruption and fascist television;
This is the age of the puppet politician-
Where is the love? Where is the Equilibrium?
Now is the time for the New Age Olympian!
21st century mind obliteration- this is the current crisis situation-
Savage lies that terrorize- and more and more legislation..
Ripping out the guts of our nation with every abomination…
And before utter termination- …you better take your bloody medication!
Freedom…In the NAME of Freedom – we will brutalize you ;
In the Name of Freedom- we will criminalize you…
Cause that’s what we all do…and screw you if you all wanna sue!
It’s one ass washing another in the big ass brother crew!
Freedom ! – you can’t tame it… name it …shame it…buy it …or blame it…
YES!- We’re innit to winnit like Mr. Murdoch and the MI freaking Six
Welcome to the Matrix and the big society prison state-
We got the power- the mass media and the freedom to emasculate!
The riddle- the fiddle – the puzzle – the juggle…
Is … how do we struggle for solidarity towards equality?!
How do we overcome the poverty- perjury and perversity?
And God Save the Queen hypocrisy- democracy …freedom?
Thus ends my tale of Frankenstein and his Golem…
I cry no more for my freedom that was Stolen…
Stolen by a deceitful woman from the backend of Poland…
Who sold her soul like Judas in the Garden Golden…
This is the freedom in the mighty United Kingdom… brothers!
written without prejudice!
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“you're the shit. for real. please don't ever stop writing.” Christian R. ( a fan)
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3.SIMPLE THINGS
Give me again the simple things of life,
The things we all take for granted,
For what we love , what we need are not complex,
And happiness is a pure emotion of Thankfulness...
To feel the sun shining and the wind on ones face,
To listen to a birdsong before dawns embrace,
These are the things that can be found in any place,
What comparison? What perfection? What grace?...
And this in life is all I can hope for,
To walk upon the paths of truth and nature,
And the chance to share this joy with the ones I love,
These are the simple things from God above...
Nor can I ask for more of fate or destiny,
From friends and family, from profane reality-
For all my dreams , aspirations and visions –
Are but illusions alongside the simple things...
A shared smile, a Holy kiss...an " I love you!"...
A tender word , a gentle touch from someone true,
These are the simple things that bring us all peace-
Like the mirrors in our eyes that promise release!...
For all these little simplicities free us to ...BE! -
Give us assurance and the strength to believe,
And when everything we know crumbles and falls-
This is the light in the darkness of our walls....
What we call “the simple things "- and that’s all!...
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I wrote this poem after reflecting on the life of another inmate who hanged
himself one day after eercise(Colin Varley)... I read it out to his family at the memorial service and they thanked me for it... but more than this this poem is really about learning about the simplicity of life...and appreciating it.
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Grasping the essence of what the world is”his poem is actually grasping the essence of what the world is , although it remains enslaved to certain perspectives enforced to us by society. If not for that I would have enjoyed it even more” KOSTAS – S
“Great verse, well written and beautiful.” Maureen S
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4.Moving On- A Gospel Song for getting through Unforgiveness
MOVING ON: chords 1. GD 2. AEB7 3. AE 4.GD 5.AE
1.I'M LIVING UP TO THE VOWS THAT I MADE
LEAVING ALL MY SINS BEHIND WITH JESUS 'N THE GRAVE-
I'M MOVING UP -BREATHING IN NEW LIFE!
THANKING GOD ALMIGHTY FOR HIS SON JESUS CHRIST!
CHORUS:
2.WHAT A WONDER-!!!
WHAT A MIRACLE-!!!
I'M ALIVE AGAIN-!
PRAISING GOD!
3.YES, I'M MOVING ON-
AND ALL MY PAIN IS GONE;
I'M MOVING ON-
AND ALL MY PAST IS GONE...
4.I'M MOVING ON-
CRUCIFIED WITH CHRIST
LIVING THIS NEW LIFE-
SACRIFICED-WITH CHRIST!
REPEAT CHORUS ( 2&3)
REFRAIN: MOVING ON- MOVING ON- ALL MY PAST IS GONE!
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5.Broken English
So many times I've seen the bleeding soul of England
Etched upon the many faces of the East End
And I've tried to bring some hope and grace to this island
But I've realised no good deed goes unpunished or unknown
Yes, We’ve sung about past glory, and told a thousand stories;
-The cries of St. George and all forgotten folklore
They never tell more of Bodica made whore;
It is our legacy to sing of our “shattered mirrors”...
I speak Broken English- as do millions more.
It’s the Queen's Jubilee- and the Olympic Games,
And the Roman age of Chelsea - the Manchester City Liverpool names...
It’s all on the TV like the Benefit Society...
Like the starry eyed immigrants-the layabouts -and the single mums.
-The truth is it doesn’t matter- not really- not in London- not in Brighton;
We all speak our Broken English and that’s right on!
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(I’m working on a poem and eventually a play with the same name to describe the soul of the modern Englishman. I call it broken English because it’s a play on words... speak and act... who is broken?)
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6.The Yearning
She wanted – I wanted – yearning for each other through time and space
As the sailor yearns for the sea...as the sinner for grace....
She wanted me...I wanted to be free...
As the night for the day, as the blind that see...
I wanted her- and she wanted me...
As the tides and the moons, as the fathers gone too soon......
I wanted her -and she wanted me... yearning for each other –to touch- and to feel
Through the seasons, the tears, the reasons and the fears... and all that we steal
I felt her yearning -and she mine...
But the winds didn’t blow; and the sun didn’t shine...
We remained lovers lost in the recesses of our minds...
Yearning for loves splendour as the trees in December...
Spring never came in the long winters of our souls-
Summer never warmed our desires to be whole...
Drifting on our emotions like waves upon the shore...
As ships in savage storms...lost forever...ever...more...
So the autumn it has come...this fire must be free...
We have become rooms of Oblivion- Forgiven- Forliven- Forsaken- Fortaken...
I am a traveller longing for the road and the clouds of its making...
Yearning- but never learning- searching but never reaching...
I have placed my heart upon the Altar of our Love-
Wishing for more from God above...!
Yearning as the dreamer, the warrior, the star and the prisoner...
For glory, for peace, for stories ...for release...
The lighthouse siren beckons...this train is leaving the station...!
For we are all who we are-and where and why...
Yearning for the unknown, the reckoning and the will to be I-
The wanting I feel- it cannot - will-not be denied...!
I shall always want her- but hear the call- and the cry;
For it is too strong... and like our love...it has been too long...
And its yearning, its yearning....like our love...
It can never- never die!...
Paul R. Denton
May 14th, 2012
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7.Men of Clay- a song
We are all Men of Clay...heh jeah...
Born to live life here Today..ahhya..
He's the Potter that Shows the Way...uh huh..
Shaping How we live our lives every day...yeah yeah...
We are not Men, of Iron and Steel... no - no..
We are made of something MUCH more Real...yeah yeah...
We are not Unbreakable -no no...!
We are not Unshakeable... no no...!
We are Men made of Clay.!..aa- aa...
Born to Live our lives every day...
Trusting God to Show the Way...!
Trusting Him to make it OK!.. yeah yeah...
We are NOT invincible -no no!!
And we are not Unsinkable -yeah -yeah...!!
He is the Potter that Smoothes our Way
Washing our Troubles and Worries away... ohh yeah..
yeah, we are Men made of Clay...
Reprise:
We are Men of Clay... after all-
Frail and weak-
Strong yet meek...
Ready to answer Our Fathers Call...!
We are Men Made of Clay.
End:
He is the Potter that shapes our Way
Washing our Troubles and Cares away...
He is the Potter, and we are the Clay...
Helping us to live each and every Day...
We are Men of Clay.
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8.Bureaucracy Blues ( To the tune of Ode to Joy)
We'll f*ck you round and around x2
until you've had all you can take...
hahahaha,hahahahahah....
It’s silly to protest...
We're in a bloody mess-
oh yes- oh yes, yes yes yes,,,!
Who cares less?-
ha! ha! ha!... ha! ha!....
What’s going on?
- is anyone’s guess!
yes..oh yes...
I've got the Bureaucracy Blues...
-and I couldn't care less...!!
You better take time to invest...
oh yes, oh yes oh yes.... yes , yes , yes....!!
Please call back later - cause I couldn't care less...
Cause the more I fuck you around ,
round and around...
the more I collect interest!...
I got the bureaucracy blues - and it’s all a bloody mess!
yes, oh yes , oh yes.... yes, yes yes...!
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9. When? (For the war in Afghanistan)
When all about you have Lost their Head,
When alone amongst the Living and the Dead,
When all that is Written has been Read;
When there’s Nothing more that needs be Said,
When the price of Freedom has been Paid,
When every Decision has been Made,
When Fate has composed the Final Symphony;
When there’s nothing left but History...
When Day Dawns upon Truth and Democracy,
When every Nation has fulfilled its Destiny,
When every Beginning has found its End,
When Silence remains your only Friend...
When Life is more than Tragic Futility;
When All can Love our Common Humanity...
(pause)...
WHEN?....
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10. A Prisoners Ditty
INSIDE THESE WALLS I SIT
THE CONCRETE COLD AS SHIT
WONDER HOW LONG I CAN ENDURE IT
TIME WITH SANITY TO WIT
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11.LORD ON CHRISTMAS DAY ( A carol)
Lord , on Christmas Day Jesus came to save the world
Lord , On Christmas Day, Jesus came to save our souls,
Christmas day is here
No more darkness , no more fears - o ; praise the Lord;
The Lord of Lights is here, o praise the Lord!
Lord on Christmas day, Jesus came to save us all;
Lord on Christmas , Jesus came to save us all...
So much happiness and cheer
o' Praise the Lord...
Christmas day is here....
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12. JESUS, LAMB OF THE WORLD
Jesus , lamb of the world
I LOVE YOU
FATHER , KEEPER OF SOULS
I ADORE YOU
SPIRIT , GIVER OF LIFE
I WELCOME YOU
YAHWEH- HALLELUJAH
I WORSHIP YOU
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13. Celebrate- A Christmas Carol
Celebrate, Celebrations!
Sing for joy all you nations!
Celebrate, Celebrations!
The Prince of Peace, our salvation!
-and I will sing hallelujah,
-it’s the gift I give to my redeemer...!
Celebrate, it’s Christmas Time!
Celebrate, you’re Born to Shine!-
Celebrate the Birth of Love!
Celebrate God above!
-Jesus, Born in Bethlehem
-Jesus, King of Earth and Heaven
Celebrations Everywhere...!
It’s the birthday of Our Saviour!
Celebrate, Celebrations!
The Prince of Peace - Our salvation!
Celebrate, the Light of Life!
Celebrate Jesus Christ!
And I will sing Hallelujah!
( Repeat 3 times and end with " It’s the gift I give to my Redeemer")
Chords: DF( SHARP)ED
CHRISTMAS CAROL PERFORMED IN HMP ISLE OF WIGHT, ALBANY SITE Christmas 2011, presiding Chaplain... Rosie Deeds.
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14. Even So
Even so, even so, Jesus, even so...
Even so, even so, even so, even so...
Troubles come- troubles go- life is not always what we sow,
But In Our Fathers Love- we will grow, we will grow, we will grow...
Even so, Even so, choosing God we will know;
Even so- Choosing God we will know....
We will know, we will know!...
Even so, Trusting God with our Worries and our Woes;
Even so-They will go, they will go...!
EVEN SO… (pause)
Times of rain, times of wind, times of cloud, times of snow,
Times of pain, times of joy, times of truth, times of sorrow…
Times of good, times of bad, times of happy, times of sad…
Times of peace, times of war, times of plenty, times of poor,
Even so…Even so, Jesus, even so,
... We will know ….
Even so, even so... even so!
Even so, JESUS, even so!
When the storm comes- it will go
When the sun comes- so the rainbow!
And even so -we will know…
With faith in our saviour- comes a brighter tomorrow
Even so, Jesus- even so…
We will know- we will know!
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Greytown, Sept, 6th, 2012. A song about hope.
15.You are too beautiful ( with chords)
You are too beautiful- DGBmD
Lord unto me- GAD
You are too beautiful- DGBmD
So Holy unto me- GAD
You are my Hearts Delight- GADG
Brokenness made Whole- GADA
You are Magnificence- DGBmD
Holy is Your Name- GAD
You are my breathe of Life- DGBmD
Sustainer, Joy and Grace- GAD
Emmanuel, Prince of Peace- GA-D
Emmanuel, Perfect Christ- DGBmD
You are too beautiful- DGBmD
Beyond every word- GAD
You are so gracious to me- DGBmD
My saviour, and my Lord- GAD
Light of my life,- GAD
My love , my Precious prize.- GAD
03-09-2009
Dedicated to my friend Neil Plummer who was there when I needed someone, my son Jeremias and of course Jesus.
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16.Windows of your Mind
What do you hope to find
-In the windows of your mind?
-In your search to BE-
-In your claims to be FREE?
-Have you seen, but are blind?
In the windows of your mind...!
You can eat all of time ...
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With the love you left behind...
But all I'm asking you this time...
what do you see ?....what do you see?-
In the windows of your mind...?
What do you hope to find?-
And will it make life more unkind?
I don’t know why you left ; or why we can’t rewind...
If I look inside my mind...
Just know that the pictures can’t always hide the time...
-and I will always love you...
In the windows of my mind ...
But you won’t look and you won’t find....
If you don’t open the blinds...!
For life can be brutal- life can be unkind-
Unless you open the windows of your mind!
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17.Worship His Majesty
Chords:
Line 1: Em, G, D, A.
Line 4. : D,Em
Line 5: CGDA
1.Come on and Worship Him, Worship Him- The King of Kings
Come on and Worship Him, Worship Him- The King of Kings
Come on and Worship Him, Worship Him- The King of Kings
4.Come on and Worship Him- Worship His Majesty!
5.For He is the Holy One- Sovereign in His power
He is the Only One- Shining in His Glory
He is the Holy One - worthy of our Praises
He is the Only One- Our Lord and saviour...pause.
O' Worship- Worship His majesty
O'Worship - Worship His majesty
O’Worship- worship His majesty...( harmonies solo)
His Loveliness- His Holiness
Jesus - the King of Kings
His worthiness- His faithfulness
Jesus- The King of Kings!
………………………………………………………………………………This song I wrote and we performed it in the chapel for Easter in 2010... I want to share this with David Gray who I spent much time with praising God, praying and learning to play go- I’m still terrible at it…but it was a good time anyway…
18. A Psalm for Haiti
Through poverty, oppression and catastrophic destruction,
Send O' Lord Your angels of Empathy, Love and Compassion,
Through darkest nights disillusion, apathy and affliction-
Cries a people calling for Your Kingdom;
Through the Light of Divine Reason, we invoke a Resurrection Season
Unshaken by Earths' Great Quaking ,
We stand upon the Rock of Your Making...
Hand in hand in Spiritual Solidarity,
We answer the Call with all of Humanity,
In this , the hour of Haiti's need . Amen.
Dearest God,
Work Your Wonders, as we declare our Creed:
For this is what we truly Believe:
Blessed are those that mourn , for they shall be Comforted;
Happy are those that are poor in spirit;
For theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven,
Remember those who despair, hunger and thirst;
For they shall be filled...
Save by miraculous Intervention,
Those trapped in graves of Incarceration;
Break the chains of fear and trepidation by Your Grace;
Your Love and our earnest Intercession...amen.
May hearts be opened in fraternal Affinity,
Increase our faith with these petitions Spoken;
Help the lives of those who are truly Broken;
Turn Disaster into Renewal,
Tragedy into Triumph,
And Isolation into Integration...
By Your Holy Spirit we ask for every blessing;
Bless all Haitians in their time of Testing, Trial and Tribulation...
A Psalm O' Lord for Universal Salvation;
In the Name of Christ, God of our Ascension.
Amen & AMEN!
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19.A Psalm for Forgiveness
Dear Lord,
Help me to forgive my enemies,
and give me the strength to pray for those who hate me,
and persecute me without cause...
Dear God ,
Give me the Grace to forgive those who have trespassed against me,
And the Forbearance to turn the other cheek...
Abba, Father ,
I cannot praise you from the grave -
nor can I give You all my offering of thankfulness ;
When my soul is chained in despair...
I cry out Your Name,
-and pray for deliverance...
But You do not answer me...
LORD!
Enlighten the minds of those who hold my life in their hands,
And cleanse and purify my heart from the desires of the Evil One...
FATHER,
I implore You in the Name of Your son;
Your only begotten son... Yeshua Ha Machiach... JESUS CHRIST
Who died for my sins on the cross of Golgotha , in Jerusalem-
-and for the sins of the world...the whole world...
To lift me up!-
To save me!-
To cleanse and purify me!-
To FORGIVE me...!-
-yes, forgive me for my wrong thoughts , words and deeds...
-to stop this terrible trial and suffering I must endure for Thy NAMES Sake;
Help me O' Lord to overcome the world...
To forgive ALL those who have blasphemed Your Name;
-and who have done me great injustice,
-who have sought my soul to destroy it;
FATHER!-
Just as You saved Your people Israel in Babylon and in Egypt,
-and in the Holocaust ....
You who delivered my ancestors from grievous dangers,
From terrible prisons...dangers and disasters...
-and just as Daniel was delivered from the mouths of the Lions...
You ,Who continue to show Mercy upon Mercy throughout the ages;
Help me to walk in the light of Christ all the days of my life;
And Bless and Anoint my House forever and ever amen...
Make me an instrument of Your will -
-and burn in me again the zeal of the Lord and His Name ....
-Lord, Lord....Rekindle that first love again... amen and amen...
-Do all of this for THY NAMES SAKE.... AMEN!
Comment:
This psalm I wrote in a time when I needed forgiveness just so I didn’t lose myself to hatred,.. it is hard... but in Jesus name we can do it... even we can forgive Hitler for killing the Jews... or other mass murderers... they all will have their time of judgement in this world or the Next... so even if they think they get away with murder ... OR FALSE WITNESS they will have to face God- one day!... therefore ...we must not let God do His job...despite our natural desire for equilibrium…for justice…for revenge…
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20.The Sunny Skies of the Qatar Depression
The answers of the stars live in our eyes,
What is there in our hearts to disguise?
" HALLELUJAH!" She cried...
Thirsty the soul withered .... CREEPING INTO THE DESERT OF SIN-
somewhere in the sunny skies of the Qattara Depression-
It was not injured in solitude- dying... it had NOT DIED!...
LIVING,,,,
THE FLOWER GREW WITH WATER... silently .... OH GOD!-
Where am I?..... Where am I ? ....
Somewhere between a birthday and a ... and a.... MAC BRIDE!
I stopped in my searching and sighed...
WHY?!, WHY? WHY?....
The pain of anguish in her eyes had floated from the ceiling ;
flittering upwards to the trapdoor ; it turned into a BUTTERFLY
.......................................FOUND A CRACK IN THE WINDOW
and out it flied!!!... into the rainbow sky....
" THAR SHE BLOWS!!!" Said the bowman,
and from his hip - like a showman,,,,
He flipped a spyglass and looked into the horizon-
" THERES LIFE OUT THERE- SOMEWHERE!!"
-"There’s GOT to be !,,, everything feels like HELL in here!"
Turning to his bride - he smiled; …
and caressed her soft chestnut brown hair...
and fluttered - breasted - chested side...
(When I remembered you- I loved you more)
But NOW- ....I cry no more in this poetry-
That is a broken window of scattered light-
But , when this winter of my discontent ENDS!
Disappearing with the widowed night
Will I discover ONE single friend who says:
" I LOVE YOU!"
(And sends a postcard)....????
Somewhere between Albania, Rumania and Transylvania...
- there I am....
"DADDY!!!!!.... DADDY!!!!!....DADDY!!!!....."
Flying through the window I turn back into ME....
Someone needs me...me.... ME!!!!!
And then I am FREE... FREE ...FREE!!!!
(It will have to do)….
Knock on the door of your heart again;
Where else can you run to?
The answers of the stars live in your eyes;
What is there in our hearts to disguise?
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Written in Daventry, 22.1.2002; I originally used Qatar instead of Qattara; so decided to use the common form.
I know for some this doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.... but trust me... read it again and again and you’ll see the images... there’s a lot of them...I’m still trying to decipher everything AFTER 10 YEARS!-But the good thing is that it works…
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21. LONGING
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Longing, longing for tomorrow and tomorrow...
Longing for the good times to follow this endless sorrow;
Longing for justice to be done!
Longing for our freedom to be won...!
Longing for Our day to come- longing - longing....
Longing to forgive, and to be forgiven,
Longing to Love, and to be Loved,
Longing to heal ,and to be healed ;
Longing to touch , and to be touched;
Longing to free , and to be freed...!
Longing to live and to let live... longing, longing.
Longing , longing for belonging - and to belong...
Across the universe into seas of infinity,
Like shooting stars unto darkest eternity !
LONGING.
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Longing for summer weather,
Longing for something better-
Longing for winters end!
Longing for absent friends-
Longing for the springtime;
Longing for some supernatural sign!
Longing, longing for belonging , and to belong...!
LONGING.
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Longing as no man could ever do...
Longing for my Life to be fulfilled, and true;
Longing to say at last : " I love you!
"Longing, longing to be born anew....
LONGING!
22.Kill me Sweet Jesus
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die;
I want Christ to live in me , and no longer" I "...
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die;
I'm tired of all these sufferings, tribulations and trials-
I'm tired of hanging on this cross and wondering why...
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die,
I want Christ to live in me - and no longer I...
I want to be crucified, I want to die,
I want to be lifted up,
O' Lord hear my cry....
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die,
Resurrected in Heavens eyes- I see you smile...!
And in end I lose... to gain it all…
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die;
Kill me sweet Jesus - I can no longer live a lie...
I want Christ to live in me... and no longer I
I want to be Born Again, a child of the sky...
A new life in Christ - when Adam I crucify...!
And Jesus is the Living God, Jesus is the Lord...!
Jesus is the son of God, Jesus is Lord!
Come Holy Spirit, free my soul
Yes Father God - I want to be whole...
Kill me sweet Jesus, I want to die...
I want Christ to live in me, and no longer I...
I want God to live in me and no longer I...
This is my prayer...
This is my cry...
Kill me sweet Jesus...Help me to die...!
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(another gospel song)
23.A Warriors Wish-a Sci- Fi poem
Have you seen the glittering Uma Snake?-
Under a Golden Chan Moon?-
Can you sing upon the rainbows of the Holy Zanscar?
Or have you felt the Zars wind sparkle on a Winged Zedar?
Could you wish upon the Horizon?-
Of a Scarlett setting Yun?
And have you seen your soul rising?-
In the clouds of a silver Von?
Perhaps, if I carved my Zanzanite of truth?-
How wonderful would its reflection ....
Dance upon your spectrum...?-
Singing such sweet harmonies of my Love for you...
Promise me your Maham, my friend - when I'm gone;
Bury me beneath the twin suns...
under a giant Zora in the Nefar...!
And when the Fires of Onn Flame- in Midnight Sapphire splendour;
Resonating with the waters of the Zuma- Zuma...
In the Month of the Orovan;
Toast a Zulip to comrades fallen;
And salute sons of the Zulu man,,,,
Yes!- We shall remember - you and I - Children of the Sky!
"FORAT!- FORAT!... “Never- ever surrender ....
Together - forever.... WE ALWAYS ZAMBUK!
And so with our Shining Spirits melt our heart rivers back to YOU!...
THIS A WARRIORS WISH OF ZENADU!
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THIS IS PART OF A SCIENCE FICTION STORY IVE WRITTEN FOR MY SON JEREMIAS. I HOPE ONE DAY I CAN READ IT TO YOU MY SON... “CHRONICLES OF ZENADU”
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24.When the world has gone mad
RAGE!- RAGE!.... O ' APOCALYPTIC RAGE!
White -burning letters dancing upon crazed page;
All-consuming chaos inflaming this Carnal Cage;
CARNAGE! -CARNAGE!....O' CATACLYSMIC CARNAGE!!!
When the world has gone mad!...
FIRE!- FIRE!... O' FLAMING FURIES OF FIRE!!!
Higher and Higher burns this blinding funeral pyre;
WAR!-WAR!...O' GLORIOUS RAGING ARMAGEDDON WAR!!!
Searing Souls of the Burning Man- More and More!
When the world has gone mad!
Gladiators of God and Sons of Satan Swirling...
In Maelstroms of passion and mayhem....!
Righteous Incandescent indignation-
Of Serial Killers and Saints...
Burning incense to the gods of my complaint and Damnation...
When the world has gone mad!...
INSANITY!- INSANITY!....O'BOILING- REALITY- INSANITY!
Cooking Cauldrons of poison ink Profanity Reality-
What shall become of me in these battles of Destiny?
O' wherefore art thou now all Honour and Integrity?...
When the world has gone mad!...
PITY!- PITY!...O'PITY THIS RAGING INFERNO OF CALAMITY!-
I have become my own worst enemy...
Trapped in the walls of Societies' Sobriety...
And the Winters chill falls upon-
-the disenchantment of my desire;
-And humanities cold-cold cruelty!....
When the world has gone mad!...
GOD! - GOD! ... O ALMIGHTY GREAT GOD-
What savage salvation for hypocrite or liar-?
Drowning in the quicksands of this midnight hour...
MY GOD...MY GOD...AM I THE MESSIAH...
THE WORLD HAS INDEED GONE MAD!
This poem I wrote to express the emotion of madness and utter rage... I included in my second play called " I am man, I am messiah!" about a man who struggles between love and hate in the context of being falsely accused by his ex- wife... I will in due course publish this play and begin performing it at a small theatre somewhere.
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25. I Choose
Whispering shores of wrinkled sands Wrought
In seas of blues and greens
Grieving souls Glorious with pains Fraught
In skies of golden dreams
Of Longings like lovers in Fantastic Fires sought
A Love that can never be Quenched
Of a god of Life in a Desert of Tears
And a Master of Power that burns and destroys -
All compassion.... in a Scream!-
Of a Hope whose Flower can never be Drenched
In the Smile of a Rising Sun....!
So choose I , So Choose I...so Choose I...!
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26.A Haiku for Haiti
HAITIAN VOODOO
PAPA DOC WITH AFTER SHOCK
CRIES OF INNOCENCE
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27.Ballad of an English Soldiering Man
1. The battle cry calls from far, far away
Stirring our hearts to another futile foreign fray
And those that answer what conscience should say -
Proudly tell of honour and duty this Remembrance Day,
But in what currency of blood shall we pay?
Whilst politicians promise more help on the way -
And we are sent off packing on the Road to Mandalay!...
- This is the lot of the English soldiering man!
2.For warring lies deep within the soul of the fighting man,
Like a burning fire dancing upon the desert's sand;
And yet we see it through as best we can -
By winds of adventure our spirits are fanned,
From Kandahar across Afghanistan to Hell – man...!
Like troubadours on the Mystical road to Samarkand;
Part of the programme, part of something we don't understand -
-This is the lot of the English soldiering man!
3.Across the years, across untold blood, toil, sweat, and tears -
Bleeding bravery – God and country upon all our warriors' fears,
From theatre to theatre – India – Abyssinia – Iraq and the Crimea's,
Playing our parts on stages of violence – wars and hysterias...
Travailing against the Mahdi... Al Qaeda – crabs and gonorrhoea’s...
Fighting fanatics – fevers and feral Medias;
And then when it's done, wash it all down with a few ice cold beers.
– This is the lot of the English soldiering man!
4. To sing and smile whilst all about you are damned -
Ever so disciplined as you get carved up and canned -
Praying as you march through an endless Sudan ,
Praying for your feet to be lifted by the big brass band,
Praying for courage to understand the great game plan -
Praying for mercy in these dusty - cursed - unholy lands -
Praying for a small, quiet corner that remains forever - England!
– For this too is the lot of the English soldiering man!
5.I've got a sweetheart Back in Blighty -
I've got my true love back in my home county
I've got an English rose named Emily -
She's the girl waiting for me – my dearest, dearest Emily,
She's my beloved – my betrothed whom I shall marry;
She awaits me in the greenest, fairest of God's country,
Alas – my Ass! I've signed up again in the bloody infantry!
– For this too is the lot of the English soldiering man!
6. Bullets to the left of me – bombs to the right -
These jokers don't know my flag's red and white!
Got all the aces and a few ragheads in my sight -
I'm Tommy Tippins and it's time to say: "Goodnight!"
Live or die – this is war – t'aint no respite!
Keep calm – carry on – stand firm – it's alright!
Glory days in a distant haze of another fantabulous firefight!
– For this too is the lot of the English soldiering man!
7. Stuck in the trenches, pinned down by the Hun
That was Flanders – Ardennes and the Somme,
We died like flies, singing : “Run rabbit, run!” -
Joshed by Boche – Kaiser's mustard gas and Gatling gun,
Whilst pompous pricks shouted: “up and over, my son!”
The War to end all Wars when all’s was said and done,
That's where I was stationed in World War One.
– For this was the lot of the English soldiering man!
8. Then on the beaches of Dunkirk and Normandy,
Whirring tracers struck us down mercilessly!
Sand stinging our eyes, as we cursed Hitler and Germany
Just like in the Great War, cannon fodder for the enemy!
But we listened to Churchill, and forgot Gallipoli -
And our thirst for blood and revenge slaked our insanity -
This too was World War Two for all humanity.
– For this was the lot of the English soldiering man!
9. Firestorms in Dresden – the Six million dollar question!
But this was total war, was Bomber Command's contention -
So as Winston stared silently in horror at his own reflection,
Then tapped his cigar to emphasise his intention -
“If millions are to die; without a single solitary mention -
To end this impasse and free D-Day from detention...
Who am I to deny our brave boys their deserved pension?”
-For this was the lot of the English soldiering man!
10. And from Waterloo to Trafalgar, the Seine and Maginot line,
We defended our lives and colours with the thin red line -
From Isandlwana to Agincourt – Verdun and the German Rhine -
From the Black Hole of Calcutta across the very sands of time -
From up the Khyber and down King Solomon's Mine...
We sent our missionaries, our traders – then our glorious red wine:
Comrades in arms, brothers immortal – Lions Divine!
-And this is the lot of the English soldiering man!
11.-I held the hand of brother John -
As he slipped in and out of Appolyon -
Wiped his brow and spoke of Avalon ...
And prayed his torment would not be long -
I rolled him a cigarette and hummed “Our Jerusalem”...
He thanked me so kindly for his job was done -
Smiling he died, knowing the war was won...!
-For ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die,
-And this is the lot of the English soldiering man!
12. -Into the jaws of death rode the 500 -
Into Hades and beyond the Cenotaph said...
Into Arthurian legend bled the “glorious dead” -
But I..., I am a Republican Druid born and bred -
I pledge allegiance to Cromwell and the Diggers instead -
I am all the nightmares and terrors you've ever read...
I am an Englishman – Viking... "So off with your head!"
-And this too is the lot of the English soldiering man!
13. We gave the Zulu short shrift at Rorke's Drift- despite the gravity -
Lost Harold and Hastings to William's Conquering Cavalry,
Washington used our red coats as targets for his Yankees -
Julius Caesar rowed back to Rome appalled by our savagery -
At the Siege of Mafeking we faced the Boer with Great Gallantry,
Century by Century our ancestors kept making history -
And so we fight the good fight from Victory to Victory!
-And this too is the lot of the English soldiering man!
14. Measure for Measure, whatever the Weather-
We are the ones who make everything Better!
Footloose and free, and ready Whenever,
Kill or be Killed – and whatever – Whatever...!
Kindred Spirits in the Greatest Adventure -
Trained by John Bull and the Law of Winchester -
Massacre and slaughter on Air, Land and Water -
-And this is the lot of the English soldiering man!
15.When Adam delved and Eve spun,
Who then was the gentleman?
When wars were raised and battles begun,
Who shall tell one from one beneath the Midnight Sun?
And the eternal question ever since 1381...
Is when shall these Taliban troubles be done – done?
When shall God's will on Earth, and our Kingdom surely come – come?
For ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die -
And hope that this shall be the lot for every English soldiering man!
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This Ballad was written to challenge our perception of war and history, and to eulogise the role of the English or British soldier. To make sense of it all – ie. 2000 years of bloodshed - through this epic poem, I was inspired by Milton, Byron, Tennyson, and Oscar Wilde's Ballad of Reading Gaol, as well as “England – an Autobiography” I hope it gives solace as well as stirs the imagination and hearts in all those that read it and think on it. It is my masterpiece…
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28.Child of the Universe
Burning through the Light
Blinded by the darkness
Don’t know if its day or night
Colours of the rainbow....I am a Child of the Universe!
Time is my healer
Whirling through the abyss
She is such a soul stealer
I long for her touch...
So far away are you
Yet close to my heart....I am a Child of the Universe still.
Music and Melody
Splashing stars in Galactic Rhapsody
I am a Prisoner of Earth
Captured in her symphony-
Wrought with awe...lost in Wonder
Tears of Pain- Rebirth and Thunder
Your love comets me asunder...I am a child of the Universe still.
Rain melts into my being
I am lost in the waterfalls of her meaning
Seeing only the costs of feeling
Forests of supernovas breathing
Moments of clarity revealing ... I am a child of the universe...
ENRAPTURED!
Another day dawns
Upon the smallness of our understanding...
The sun rises again
On the horizon of life in Africa...
Somewhere silently seeking - another baby is born
I AM A CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE... STILL!
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29. Solomon’s Temple
The Echoing Babel of a thousand voices-
Rises up like wisps of smoke to the Heavens;
Striking the Almighty House with the keenest sounds-
And the most penetrating of all is the cry of the child-
A child who knows only Love ...
Love of the One who gave him life...
The rest of the other noises pass by,
Into the other chambers of the Celestial Realm...
Blowing Bubbles across the universe -!
Wondering if anyone will be touched enough-
To change their hearts- I wonder;
If it is enough to change my own-
The buildings fade to dust-
The voices echo endlessly.
The civilisations come and go...
and Mankind still pretends when he says...
"I just don’t know!"
End:
Solomon’s Temple they say will be rebuilt
In the City of Jerusalem;
A House of Prayer for all the Nations-
But why can’t I say " Amen"?....
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30.To Jacqueline
Have you ever Seen?
A girl in Purple and Green?-
Who smiles in the rain... and Laughs in her Dreams!
She goes by the name of Jacqueline....
....And I think she likes Strawberries and Cream!
(A German girl I met in the bus to Brighton)
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31.ANGUISH- a haiku
POURING PRISON RAINS
EXPRESSIONS OF HEART- WEEPINGS
RESONATING PAINS
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32.TRANSITIONS- a haiku for the Arab spring
ARABIAN WINDS
REVOLUTION SOLUTIONS
PAPYRI PHARAOHS
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33. For God So Loved – A Christmas Carol
(Chorus)
For God so Loved the world
That He gave His only son
That all who trust in Him
That they all may be One...
.....in His Love, In His Love, In His Love...
So Merry Christmas , Merry Christmas
Good Tidings that we bring !
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
To Christ, our new-born King!
Merry Christmas , Merry Christmas
Good citizens of Earth!
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Come Celebrate His birth!
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I spent 3 and a half years as a victim of a miscarriage of justice; trying to maintain my integrity in the worst possible place you can imagine... I wasn’t even allowed photographs of my kids or card or visits... nothing... it was worse than the fascists of Auswitz. Even those sick bastards allowed photos of their own kids ... but NOT in Britain... they don’t abide by the human rights act and try to cover it up very cleverly... this carol and the other carols i wrote was my way of communicating with my children at Christmas... it was my gift to God and I knew that God would send His angels to give gifts to my orphans...it was the one way I could maintain my integrity in that place of torture. We performed all 3 carols in the chapel thanks to the compassion of the chaplaincy. God bless em...
34.Without a Sound
1.
Life like a Hindenburg comes crashing down
Flames - Incarceration- Despair all around;
Torture that I feel like a spinning wheel Turns-
Love that is lost : Burns- Burns- Burns!
Without a sound it comes tumbling down
Without a sound - burning to the ground...
2.
Rage burns inside the man!
Flames rage inside the plan!
Say another prayer - if you can!
No use in speaking - SPEAK TO THE HAND!!!
3.
Smoke another cigarette in your prison cell;
Nowhere to run from this living hell-
Memories of my beloved - the stories to tell;
But who would believe this man that fell...?
Without a sound- without a sound ...tumblin' - tumblin' down...
4.
The system rolls on there are bills to pay...
The innocent are guilty the politicians say-
And where is the justice at the end of the day?
No one can tell - at home or away!
Without a sound it comes tumblin ' down,
Without a sound ... burning a meltdown like the Gordon Brown...
Without a sound gone from this brickened Babylon;
Gone everyone to Avalon! GONE- GONE -GONE!
5.
Blood like freedom , blood like rain,
Blood like Jesus, crucifies the shame!-
Again and again- speaking your name;
Again and again... so you play the game.
Silent screams in this House of Pain!...
Without a sound , it comes tumbin' down
Without a sound , burning to the ground...
6.
Light lives at tunnels end,
Darkest afore dawn it is my friend;
Into blackest blackness burns this heart crying for more...
Into the sun soars this soul searching forevermore....
7.
Hope is life - living is being
Love but a dream- life but fleeting
Time is the ocean- we are the fish,
Swimming like the sunlight- swimming for a wish...
8.
Here and now is all that remains of all you ever knew,
Yesterdays ghosts of all that was ever you... ever true...
So do not pity a world gone mad,
There is no sorrow for nothing is sad...!
9.
Time will tell when answers are found ,
Fire into ashes - ashes into ground ,
Fire into ashes - ashes into ground,
All and everything come back around... it all comes back around!
10.
Fire into ashes , ashes into ground,
Without a sound burning - burning to the ground...
It all comes back around... tumblin', tumblin' down-
Without a sound, without a sound , without a sound!...
IT ALL COMES BACK AROUND!
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This poem I did a lot of work on. It always feels it’s never finished... but I’m going to try to do it ... I must have written it by hand about 50 times... this poem was one of my first when I entered my incarceration... I hope u feel my passion; it was written just after I got stabbed in the face.
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35.Requiem for a Victim
When will the hunted become the hunter?
When will the victim become the victor?
When will the slave become the free?
When will the blind begin to see?
Trapped in the system ‘cause they made you a victim…
Stitched up by the Man and screwed over in 21st century Britain;
Welcome to the “Labyrinth” for those who didn’t listen…
This is the reality of the Criminal Injustice system…
For does not a man bleed?
Or breathe? Or need?
Does not humanity the emptiness feed?
Or compassion germinate from a single seed?
False Allegations and adversorial Investigations;
Malicious Litigations , lies and unspeakable Abominations…
These are times of trials and great Tribulations;
Welcome to life in this feudal island Nation…
Until … Suffering Screams Sympathy to the Burning Ground-
Until Oppressions Orphans arise in London Town…
Until Raindrops Reap Rainbows across the Desert Sky…
Until the Enemies of Apathy resound the Battlecry…
And now comes the hour of my release…
Is this another ruse of the Holocaust Police?
Will vindication burst upon this dungeon of the deceased?
Or will the dance of death be my only lasting peace?
Does not the deep beckon unto the deep?
Does not the good shepherd care for every solitary sheep?
Does not the wild call upon a distant shore?
Does not my soul like water into the world gently pour?...
This is my requiem for a victim…
Who refused to swallow the dictum…
Who opened his eyes …fully realised…
For crime does indeed pay in Great Britain…!
And the truth can never be forever hidden-:
“Medication- Medication-Medication… !”
This is our only …”Education- education- Education...!”
When will the slave become the free?
When will the blind begin to see?
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THIS IS THE LAST PRISON POEM i WROTE...JUST BEFORE MY RELEASE... WHEN I DIDNT KNOW THAT I WAS GOING TO WIN MY APPEAL AND HAVE MY CONVICTIONS QUASHED.
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36. WHEN AT LAST
When loves flame flickers in the heart
No power on Earth, nor highest heaven
Can tear its tender life apart...
When Faiths ' smile shines on pools of Sorrow
No Daemon from Hell , nor cynic of Mind
Can stop the Great Awakenings of a Brighter Tomorrow...
When Hopes flower dawns upon an Endless night
No shadow of Darkness, nor evil principality
Can cover the beauty of its radiant light...
When at last, life’s passing dream has just begun
When at last, Freedom is won
When at last, OUR DAY HAS COME!
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“Without the most noble attributes Man is less than nothing.
Surely we must nurture each blessing as if it were our last,
because one day it will be. For who can sing without a blessing?
No man has to stand the test of time if granted eternal life...
We cannot earn our soul's salvation when it is the gift of God.
We believe and receive, and born again, eternal life has begun.”- Dennis M
“We must believe that tolerance, someday will prevail. That is a day that is yet to come. Well done...smiles unto thee “
Renee
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37. A Tribute to Oscar Wilde
" If this is how Queen Victoria treats her prisoners , she doesn’t deserve to have any!",,, Oscar Wilde- Poet, Playwright and convicted sex offender.
As I lay in my prison cell - too depressed to tell;
I pondered upon the ghost of Oscar Wilde in this gaol...
And as with every epoch enemy of the establishment,
Things change ; yet remain the same for every Bastard Government!
Brothers - in Arms all receiving their share of Crime and Punishment....!
Oscar, Oscar ; where are you now in my lonely Imprisonment....
Persecution, Pillory and social Banishment ...!
Oscar, Oscar where are you now in my lonely Imprisonment?...
The Limerick raindrops dance upon corrugated rooftops -
As I transport myself in time to a Victorian Wandsworth
When inmates had no television nor flushing toilet...
Was it better then my literary friend?
Certainly, it was no Garden of Eden for the prince of the pen...
When sarcophagi shanties sang so sweetly in this place...
Oscar, Oscar where are you now- Hail Mary full of Grace....!
For who best knows the Importance of being Earnest?
If whilst sailing through life’s stormy tempests...
A wilderness without wit or prose-
Until the Muse Masters the ballads he doth compose....
Until Love flows against all Impossibilities,
POETRY SHALL PREVAIL against all adversities...!!!
Oscar ,Oscar, where are you now ...?
A TRIBUTE TO YOU FROM MY LIVING PURGATORY!
I was in the same wing as Oscar Wilde where he was kept after Pentonville... it was in Wandsworth that he fell over and hurt his eardrum... It was this injury that cut short his life... and the weird thing is he was on his way to church!. He helped reform some things like getting reading materials... his job was to pick the rope apart... but he had a single- albeit cold cell to himself... afterwards he asked if he could spend a few nights in jail to chill out and the prison governor told him to get stuffed... I wanted to hold an Oscar Wilde exhibition called Wilde child... but it was not meant to be... I have done a few pictures which I gave to Sergio Amigo- another Wilde fan...
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38. I believe in You
When I think of all that is,
And all that ever was,
Don’t Understand it all-
But my heart beats to its cause,,,
When I think of all I've seen
And all I'll ever dream,
Don’t understand it all;
Just can’t take it in...
Yes,
I believe in you-
And all that you are;
You light up my life-
Like a bright morning star,
You’re near when I'm far...
And I am in awe...!
I know what I'm living for;
And I want to love you more...
You are the apple of my eye;
And I can but wonder why....
I BELIEVE IN YOU!
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“Consider it a blessing to find someone to believe in who is found worthy of that trust” Dennis M
39. SHOULD I FORGET
Should I forget the wondrous cross,
-or fail to see what awful cost,
-of He who bled to save my life...
This mystery man called: " Christ!" ( x 2)
Indeed what fortune it should be,
-that I through suffr 'ing am free;
-My saviour God who died for me-
What treasured gold to see! ( x2)
Though I be burned in hellish fire,
-or tossed upon seas of wicked desire ;
-My soul embraces Jesus Messiah-
Crucified with Him, ascending higher ( x 2)
Were the whole world and glory mine,
-All the wisdom and power sublime,
-I would but count it loss and decline-
And bless this love, crown it divine (x2)
So now I endure this brutal shame,
-As Christ Himself was for sinners slain;
-What joy it is to witness His Name-
To live immortal, Born Again! (x2)
Inspired by” When I survey the wondrous cross” by Isaac Watts
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“Love it! Can't wait to hear it with music!! Wonderfully written!!”Alison w-R
40.To Martine ( A Fathers love)
Martine, Martine...prettiest girl in the whole Carib’bean...
Martine, Martine...you have become your Fathers dream...
Martine, Martine...things are not what they seem...
Martine, Martine...You will always be what Love has always been...
Martine, Martine...prettiest girl in the whole Caribbean...
A Fathers love ...his pride and joy-
May resound rejoicing with the birth of his first born boy....
But, it’s the hearts waterfall flowing with tears and laughter...
When the good Lord Almighty delivers him his first born baby daughter!....
Martine, these heavenly windy islands shimmering o so green;
I remember your eyes so soft and serene-
O' Martine, my little Martine....Prettiest brown girl in the whole Carib'bean;
Love is not always what Life has sometimes seen...O' Martine, Martine...
Martine, you were the mirror of me -
- It’s what made your daddy’s' spirit so free,
Your smile lives in my soul though I live in a faraway place;
It is in you that my being has its name ; its face... -Martine, O' Martine-;
Castles in the sand swept away without trace ,
Life is a gift once upon a time...Lost in Space...
Treasures we find, lullabies of lace,
- Stars in the night ...memories in my mind;
Truly , a Fathers love is Eternal- each moment a Raindrop of Infinite Grace
Time is the ocean, and we are the fish;
Swimming like the sunlight , swimming for a wish,
Before the pain of parting, there is always the bliss...
Cast yours here then: of happiness, happiness- Martine, my little Martine...
Martine, Martine ...prettiest girl in de 'ole Carib'bean;
Martine, Martine...'tings are not always what they seem!....
Martine, Martine, you have become your daddies dream...
Martine, Martine... My little Martine,
... I will always be what a Fathers Love has always been...
I LOVE YOU!( a Promise) -Martine...(your papa)
to Martine:... " purtiest brown girl in da 'ole damn Carib'ean!" …
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“the world underestimates the power of a fathers love at their own peril... yes, a mothers love is great... but so is a fathers... greater than what’s given it credit... we men are prepared to suffer in silence and say nothing and bend over... throw ourselves in front of a bus… Get crucified ... killed... burned alive... go to prison…this is a fathers love... don’t underestimate what a father will do for his children. Fathers are not recognised enough today- and they should be, many dads are being deprived of their parental rights because of false allegations- especially in the UK.….” Paul
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41.MADAME LIAR
Face like an angel, tongue like a snake-
Madam, Madame ...you certainly have what it takes...
You sold your soul so cheaply to the gutter tabloid press,
-Telling your story of how you were o 'so brutally oppressed ...
Blimey there’s not enough words or adjectives,
-To describe the anger and the inflective adjectives...
You betrayed our love- and ate my heart with salt...
You abandoned US- and said it was all my own fault...
Madam, Madame ... would I too extinguish life with my bare hands...
it wouldst not heal the pain - nor make you understand,
I know , yes I know you don’t give a damn...
but I love you still , Madam ... Madam.. I am but a man,,,
-and you left me to die you cowardly scheming liar...
knowing I would forgive - live and let live ...!
And burn in the all-consuming fire....!!!
madam, Madame ,,,you are indeed a brilliant damned liar;
Michelangelo lies that are:
contemptuous, monstrous, twisted - vindictive - distressing - tormenting- depraved - contrived - Inflammatory- defamatory- poisonous -despicable- ruthless- VEXACIOUS- bitter- RESENTFUL- loathsome- DEPLORABLE- verminous- loquacious-accursed- vicious-licentious-cunning--mendacious-ignominous-ludicrous-conspirational-innocuous-reckless-treacherous-surreptitious-malicious-diabolical-PATHLOGICAL… (Let’s pause here for a moment)
-carnal-corrupt-ANAL-terrible-bestial-banal-sensational-animal-hateful-hostile-CRUEL-cold-EVIL-diseased-HYSTERICAL-vile-sickening-psychotic-demonic-bubonic-sadistic-dastardly-bastardly-fantastic-fiendish-FERAL-pathetic-satanic-devilish-ghoulish-ridiculous-fanatic-BARBARIC-base-PRIMAL-outrageous-horrific-rapacious-audacious-falacious-revolting-salacious-slanderous-scandalous-hellish- FICKLE-untruthful-violent-malevolent-abhorrent-arrogant-virulent-blinding-bare-faced-fascist-sexist-blasphemous-devious-notorious-insidious-heinous-INSANE-schizophrenic-suphorous-abominable-venomous-libelous-scurrilous-licentious-UNGRATEFUL-delirious-crudish....cuntish-CHURLISH-childish...and CRAZY!...
You are ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh LIAR!
But you can’t hurt me anymore with your petty Nazi war-
The more I hate you...the more I love you....
How ‘bout that Madame bloody- bare-assed prostitute liar...
I LOVE YOU...
and the truth shall set you free...
the truth shall set you free.....!
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“This poem is for the slander, the witchcraft that puts innocent people in jail on a say so... the true victims of false witness- I wanted to express my total disgust for the woman who lied about everything that is true and decent ,and who destroyed her own children’s lives. If she doesn’t repent , she will definitely burn in hell.”
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42. WHO AM I?
Who am I to be given wings that fly?
Or eyes to see that no man can reason why,
Who am I to feel what angels do seal?
Or heart to listen to loves appeal...
Who am I to speak of anything?
Of joy that sings - of hope that hears;
of souls all washed in the tears of a 1000 years...
and faith... faith that can move all mountains...
Who am I to be forged in fire?
Am I not human? Of flesh and blood - muck and mire...
I who have lost what I can never find-
Possessed of an empty mind to eat ALL of time....!
Who am I to demand the world to shine?-
And with all of life compose mine!
Who am I that I should know?-
To ascend; one must always let go....
WHO?
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Reprise:
Who am I to be given wings that fly?
Or eyes to see that no man can reason why,
Who am I to feel what angels do seal?
Or heart to listen to loves appeal...
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43. ANASTASIA- a haiku
BUTTERFLY MOMENTS
SMILING SILENCE SINGS SERENE
MEMORIES OF LOVE
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“very nice haiku. the mention of nature and the syllables 5-7-5 done right...smiles unto thee”-renee
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44. I AM NOT A CRIME
I am not a crime, though I'm doing time-
Taken down to be put in line;
Banged up to be made sublime;
But I am not a crime, though I'm doing time...
You cannot define a man by a crime;
Nor can a crime define an entire lifetime,
You are an identity with integrity, full of priceless memories,
You are part of humanity- not a criminality... !
But I am not a crime- nor do I have a social disease;
I don’t have leprosy- nor do I suffer from insanity!-
I am a fractal of Infinity- full of amazing beauty...
I am a name - not a shame- nor blame- nor malady...!
I AM A RAINBOW OF MANY COLOURS!
Somewhere in-between black and white and all the others,
I am a shade of grey - born to seize the day!-
But I am not a crime- I have found another way....
And sure as the breathe a man breathes,
All that he is and all that is his...
Cannot hide the love inside, or his good deeds,
For we are all cosmic entities - full of abilities!
But I am not a crime - though I’m doing my time...
It’s MY time to shine... and I feel just fine!...
For life is to be lived, Life is Eternal... Life is Divine...
I can NEVER be a crime...'cause I was born to shine!
I AM NOT A CRIME!
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“Again this was a poem I read out at the memorial service of a guy I used to debate with at length... a guy called Jeremy bates... it’s funny... he never imagined he would come to prison to die..... this poem was written as a disarticulation of the propaganda that labels people who’ve been to prison...even after they’ve paid their debt to society...”
45.WOMAN,MY WOMAN- for Ewelina
The winters chill has come,
and the autumns leaves are all gone,
Summertime’s a memory,
When I've got you on my mind.....
And I can’t stop loving you- no... no,
Woman, my woman... how I love you so...
My hearts in a million pieces
Cause I've died a thousand times -
And isn't it ironic?-
Sometimes sardonic...
How I love you so!...
Woman, my woman ... I can’t let you go,
Woman, my woman...How I love you so.
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“Love is not something you can just switch off like a hot and cold tap... if the love is intense and passionate the emotion still is there... it doesn’t die... love is strong like that... it’s in your heart no matter how hard you try to get it out or disgrace it... sometimes it just won’t go... no matter how hard you try... BUT at the same time... there can be other emotions... and I’ll speak about them later in other poems... anger, hate, etc... it’s all there in the same heart...amazing isn’t it?”
“Real feelings show.” Joyce.
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46. JUSTICE- a haiku
Sanities Cistern
Red Earth Remembrance Gardens
Names of the Righteous
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47. ADORATU JESU
Jesus Christ the Son of God - (DGAD)
Keep us in Your Love my Lord -( DGAD
Help us with Your Mercy and Grace -(DGAD)
Keep our hearts in Your embrace- (GAD)
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I wrote this as a Taize song of adoration to help overcome demonic attacks of the soul. It worked. Glory to God. ..-YOU FOCUS ON WORSHIPPING JESUS BY REPEATING THESE 4 LINES AGAIN AND AGAIN... AND IT WILL REALLY LIFT YOUR SOUL OUT OF THE BLACKNESS... TRY IT OK...
48. VICTORIOUS- a haiku
I ANOTHER YOU
LOVE FOREVER ONLY LOVE
YOUR FREEDOM IS TRUE
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“Open and clear. A good description”- Cory
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49. DREAMLESS SLEEP- a Persian Ghazal
Wandering into the Night, drifting into Deep, Deep Dreamless Sleep,
Day after Day; Deep calling unto Deep...Deep Dreamless Sleep...
Hypnotic Awakenings, Shambolic Shakenings of Sleep, Sleep , Sleep...
I call again and again, Evermore again, For Deep Dreamless Sleep...
Inside my cell- my tomb- my bubble- my womb- my Keep, Keep, Keep,
I lose myself in dumbing - draining - deadening - Dreamless Sleep...
Wishing for Death, wishing for Tears to Weep- Weep- Weep;
I travel through time and space in Wasted- Dreamless - Soulless Sleep... !
Mindless Matrix Machinations, counting the Sheep, Sheep, Sheep;
Never Dead- never Alive- never Awake - never Asleep...
This is my Life: listening to the Walls coming Creep-Creep-Creep...
Eternity unfolds: I am here but cold; Longing for Deep Dreamless Sleep!
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“sounds a bit like one of the greats... Edger Allen Poe...
Keep up the good work”- RICHARD
50. SEASONS- A Haiku for the people of Japan
Summer Rains Revive
Autumns Fire, Winters Sorrow
Compassion Blossoms.
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I wrote this haiku in Uganda as thanks to a Japanese girl for helping me after I twisted my knee, not knowing at the time that I would be writing it subconsciously for the people of Japan… it was only after the tsunami that I understood its meaning.
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51.The Jo- Burg Rap
Joburg-Joburg-Johannesburg is the word you heard,
It’s not for Sissies -Pussies-- Woossies- Timewasters nor for the Birds...
It’s Electric, its Frenetic; its energy is Kinetic-
This city is so alive that you better get up and GO-get it!
Joburg-Joburg-Johannesburg- it’s the word you heard-
There’s so much money to be made here its damned-absurd!
Jozi-“JEW”BURGI-Egoli- Joeys-Johannes- Burg-it’s The City of Gold-
This place is for the Wild, the CRAZY- the Brave and the Bold...!
Yes -it’s Frightening!- the deals done here are like Greased Lightning!!
-This is the "New York of Africa "-which Gandhi said: "it’s enlightening...!"
JOBURG- JOBURG- IS THE WORD THAT YOU HEARD- !
Johannesburg is where the“Mense “come together like "CUSTeRD"
This is the town where you can make your Dreams come true,
This is the city built for people like ME and YOU...!
This is the PLACE that sorts out the men from the boys...
It’s rough and tough and full of MANY hidden Joys...!
It’s where you Go for It! -to Strive to Survive-!
And if you’re Lucky my Man-You'll come out Alive...!
Jo-burg –Jo-burg...is the word that you heard...!
It’s got the best weather in the world BUT- its Brutal- and its Harsh!
-And if you don’t get up and Go for It -It'll swallow you up in its Mouth!
- YO YO YO-JO-ZI... AINT FOR THE DO-ZI!!!
From Hillbrow to Soweto-Benoni to Eldorado-
It’s not for the Co-zi- the Slow-zi or the ama-“Bozi..”.
Where the pigs, the politicians- the priests compete with “Tsotsis…”
You better believe Nothing is for Mahala- my china!-Not even the Moffies!
Joburg - Joburg, it’s the Word you Heard-
It’s for the "Mensch" and the" O's" that wanna BE HEARD!...
It’s got Thunder, it’s got Lightening-
The Deals done so fast -here it’s Freeking-Frightening...! ~
It’s "District 9"- its "Blood Diamond" and much much More!-
-YOU Better watch out for the Prawns if you wanna Win your War!
Yes,- "Jo-bergers" are REAL Friendly- and REAL Fine..!.
And- if you’re very very lucky ... you'll visit it some Time...!
JOBURG! It’s the WORD you heard!
So get your Ass down there- if you don’t wanna follow the Herd!
JOHANNESBURG!
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(For the city of all cities that I’ve spent most of my years in)
Tsotsi= a thug, Mahala= for nothing, mense/mense = people, “O’s” = mates,
District 9= a sci fi movie spoof of Johannesburg, prawns= aliens, woossies/moffies/sissies= the squeamish, joeys/jozi= Johannesburg
52. CRY!
Cry Fire!- Cry Freedom!...Cry, Cry, Cry....
Cry at the Wandering Wind as it kisses the crimson sun-
Over a city Wondering,,, why?- why? why?...
cry.
Cry for the earth and the curse of Cain...
Cry tears of laughter, tears of Pain....
Cry together in the pouring Rain...
cry.
Cry Wolf! Cry War! Cry Havoc! Cry No More!-
Cry for the Brotherhood of Man- Cry Forevermore!-
Cry Love! Cry Hate! Cry GOD! Cry RAPE!
Cry for the blue, blue sky- sky- sky...
cry.
Cry for a world wailing: " I-, I -, I ....!"
Cry screaming at the manic moon...." DIE! DIE! DIE!...
CRY!- For after awhile in a Mona Lisa smile....
Lady Justice cries: “deny, deny, deny....
cry.
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“I love your approach and the message it sends!” Big Ed.
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53.THE OLDE ENGLISH WAYE- a ballad
"Will the real men stand up and grow some balls and take back what these cunts have stolen from us...!?...I hope so." Eli Shabak
THE OLDE ENGLISH WAYE...
And we all believe in justice, it’s the Olde English Waye,
We'll stare them down in battle-
As we shoot them between the eyes- !
It’s the Olde English Waye, the Olde English Waye...
And whilst the innocent are sacrificed,
On the altar of the day...
We'll look them up and down -
As we merrily go our way.... !
For there’s nothing fair in Love and War-
And nothing more to say- !
We'll carry on regardless- stoic and merciless;
It’s the Olde English waye, the Olde English waye...
As we all sing “God save the Queen!"-
Leader of the fascist regime...
For the sun never sets on the pink- and there’s time enough to think-
So raise your glasses all m'lads- have another drink... !
Keep a stiff upper lip my son- we've only just begun!
Be truthful, fair and confident- jolly, calm and gay...
'cause we all believe in justice --and tomorrow’s another day!
It’s the Olde English waye, the olde english waye...
Yes, we’ll pillory them to death - in our bloody tabloid press,
We'll stare them down in battle, as we shoot them down with our lies... !
Singing Cruel Britannia of the waves... who never - never will be slaves...
And because we all believe in justice- we have nothing more to say...!
Yes, we all believe in justice... but just not today... !
It’s the Olde English Waye, The Olde English waye...
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“You may well misunderstand the English, but I love the ballad nonetheless.” David H
“I wrote this poem to characterise the stoicness of the English mentality... but also to eulogise it. I would however, like to distinguish between what is perceived as English and what is actually British... there is a difference.” Paul D
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54. I HAVE A DREAM!
I have a dream
That one day people will be as One; that their children shall play together as One without fear; and that Society and nations will overcome their differences…and their fragments will melt into forgiveness And Love one for another and become as One in Unity and Equilibrium.
Yes, I have a dream for this age of Healing through Compassion, Mercy and Empathy;
-that true Spirituality shall come through the Way of the Heart and not the head…that fathers and mothers shall Unite with courage and take the hands of the youth; the future generations into the Promised Land…A land of Promise and of Hope…
I have a Dream whose time has come whereby Freedom and Democracy is the ultimate responsibility-Of the Individual – Not the State; and that the pursuit of Self-Determination and Happiness shall be An Inalienable Universal Right consensed by all. I have a Dream of Solidarity that will not go away, a dream of Fraternity…of Peace ; of Reconciliation between Black and White, Jew and Arab, Man and Woman, Rich and Poor; Strong and Weak; a Dream ; YES …just a dream-
an Impossible Dream made more possible by those who truly believe in it- whereby Inequality, Injustice and Wrong is not just an insult to all but an Injury to all…to be fearlessly opposed and Corrected; and made whole by every warrior of the Rainbow Nation of peoples, the Indigo …whose Hope is in The Glory of the Golden Dawn; illuminating ignorance and Shining with Splendour and Radiance Towards our common Source; Our Creator, Our God…
And this being the self-evident Truth… that the Human Spirit shall ALWAYS prevail over Oppression And the Darkness of Insanity and loss of Reason and Rationality. I have a dream of a time that is upon us now of the destruction of prison mentalities and egotistical power trips…
And the construction of revival mind-sets that birth True Justice and Infinite Joy! This Glorious Great Vision for this Millennium and those to come must Herald the Liberation of the Collective Soul of a broken Humanity Baptised in adversity, pettiness and fire…desensitised by Apathy and Materialism…Waste and Greed, And yet still: Reborn into a Brighter Global Organism working symbiotically for the good of all. I HAVE A DREAM!
…a dream of a place for all on this planet with the abundance and magnificence that surrounds us Freely. Freely received – freely given…I have a dream of Harmony, Life , Light and Welcome; and it is this legacy, this dream that is in my Eyes and in my Smile…And written across my heart of hearts …that demands my all and declares to all: …………. “FREE AT LAST!, …………………..
FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY … I’M FREE AT LAST!- Hallelujah!- Amen.
THE FUTURE IS OURS!
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“This is a poem I started working on almost 26 years ago... and I’ll keep working on it until I get it perfect... but this is where I am... I must have written over a 1000 versions of it...everyone different…”
I just love this, I hope this dream comes true!- Eman S
“There's Barbara Hershey, Abe Lincoln, & the US Constitution quoted. The sentiment is well received, but I have to ask, are you a politician?? “- Faye M
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55. RACONTEUR
It is better to catch and release, but if you’re hungry... it’s better to eat the bloody thing!
2. Revenge is a soup best served with a smile. (More soup your honour?)
3. In the end... who can say what is right and good , all we can hope for is a happy sleep, good dreams, appetite and a hearty sh*t.
4. Eat when you’re hungry, drink when you’re thirsty , sleep when you’re tired and if there’s water around... take a shower from time to time; occasionally have a glass of red wine for your stomach, a clove of garlic for your blood and a teaspoon of olive oil for your hair and skintone and constitution...but most important; take the time to watch the sun rise or set ; for these things are good for the soul. Smile and be friendly to everyone you meet on the road of life. This is the traveller’s code.
5. A smile is better than breakfast, a laugh better than medicine and a sh*t better than sex... for these are things you absolutely need in life.
6. Become the mother of the drug, the father of its child - and if not...enjoy the rollercoaster ride.
7. What the world needs now is more colour. Judge a man by the colour of his heart.
8. With great power, comes great responsibility, and with great responsibility comes great sacrifice... who wants to live in Tahiti?
9. A warrior’s death is on the battlefield, sailors upon the sea, for to win the greatest glory is to die upon your stage of destiny.
10. True revolution requires violence; but the best revolution is one that terrorises the darkness in our hearts.
11. The greatest journey lies within.
12. Judge not a man by his appearance, creed or circumstances; rather look into the colour of his heart and see who he really is. We all wear masks upon masks.
13. Homogeny be damned!- It is in our differences that our beauty as human beings is found and fully expressed.
14. We are One within the One.
15. INTERSTELLAR!
16. Unity in the community, oneness in our hearts; but be true to who you are in the symphony of life.
17. A man with authority needs no stinking badges, dirty money or university diplomas... and certainly no permission from anyone what he truly feels is right in his heart.
18. There can only be one true death for me; one that is written in the stars ; I am a traveller ever on the road and cannot do otherwise.
19.To know yourself can be both blessing and curse. For to deny your calling is to live a 1000 deaths. Be true to you! Amen.
20. I say it once and for all: “off with their heads!" It is time for the sleeper to awaken. Freedom in 21st century Britain is an illusion spun by the establishment. England is occupied by pirates.
21. Whoever wields the reins of power, it makes no difference... in the end; all becomes many shades of grey. We are all living in a rodeo of clowns. The chief of whom wields the biggest stick.
22. “If this is the way Queen Elizabeth treats her prisoners... she doesn't deserve to have any!” (on the conditions in HMP Wandsworth- 20 deaths in custody in 3 years)-PLAGIARISED FROM OSCAR WILDE…!
23. The Universe conspires to help those who know what they desire.
24. All is everything and everything is all...and that is something;
it is not nothing... it is everything... and that is all.
25. When the Kingdoms of the world shall fall, judgement shall come on us all.
26. The only way out is in, that is the way to begin;
The kingdom of God is within;
Cleanse the heart from all its sin...That’s the way to begin...
27. Doctor...you better do something quick...why?....I'm being bored to death!
28. HISTORY IS WRITTEN BY THE WRITERS!
29. When all else fails… POETRY SHALL PREVAIL!
30. DARE TO DREAM!
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56. My Jesus , My Unity
My Jesus-My unity
My Lord- Divine Mercy
My saviour- My liberty
My Jesus- You set me free
Alleluia, alleluia...x2
My Teacher- My Amazing Grace
Holy Master- I seek Your Face
Perfect Christ- You paid the price
My God - what sacrifice !
( alleluia, alleluia) x2
My Jesus, My Unity
My Jesus , My Liberty
My Jesus , died for me
My Jesus , You set me Free...!
( alleluia, alleluia) x 2
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I found it quite a good place to compose music in the cells below the court... I would spend hours in intercession and a song would just come in my heart by the power of the Holy Spirit of the Living God... this one I composed on Dec. 16th , 2011 in the Royal Courts of Justice...Court 4…
I won my appeal and defeated my enemies…
Poetry shall prevail in all of its forms….AMEN!
THE END.
“Hope one day people will be singing this in a church! Great stuff! Keep up the good work “ Aaron H.
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