November 26, 2014

Swans and Ducks...

Once again I'm in bits, sleep tonight, tomorrow lift my lids
drag myself out of yesterdays bed, deal with things as best I can, raise a smile and lift my head-

-Head for the sunshine, umbrella for the rain
sad thing is as skies do piss, left ones shelter home again.

No worries, no need, it may be wet indeed
ne'er wet enough for me to crack, water falls from this ducks back.

The ducks is laden, soaked this time, limps along with fractured mind
Out in the pond, lonesome duck, quacks for all who give a fuck


There's no reward for selfless deeds, the world shall have one on ones knees
But wilful ducks shall nay submit, they're not the ducks to trifle with.

For ducks with minds can nay be blind, to spin and spoof and words unkind
They see the water, turning tides, whilst swans they waltz so proud and blind.

The swan it swims and glows with pride whilst ducks they do their best to hide
Keep their heads down, necks wound in, no will to show the wounds within

For swans will sense the scent of blood, feast on envy lacking love

they shall not build they shall destroy, another's pain is this swans toy...


too tiered to finish, see you tomorrow
Hasta maƱana my old friend sorrow... 

November 07, 2014

A poem for Stubert, RIP mate :-)

The heart of a lion, headstrong as fuck
soft as a feather and strong as a truck
Independently minded, jack of all trades

Master of many, devoid of charades 

Genuine, honest, a rare old school gent
for those that knew him he was heaven sent
Mender of items, of electrics and wood
You fixed me les paul that ol' solder did good.

Expecting nothing, rewarded with Jack
A litre I threw you to give something back
I'll ne'er forget the smile as you told me "no need"
But a reward was required for such a good deed

For that's who you were, helpful and kind
touched are the lives of us all left behind
Tomorrow we send you on your final journey
this evening I sit here all tearful and gurney.

Lucky are we to have felt that pure light
of an old school gent that steered his ship right
And what a galleon, majestic and modest
To have know such a vessel I feel truly blessed.