Instruction Flows - Wisdom Grows

- In loving memory of my dear Dad who passed away - 11.06.2004 -
- Happy Fathers Day Dad -
- I miss you everyday -
- I hope I’m making you proud -




** Many times did you tell me that when you were gone
I was to pick up the pieces be strong and soldier on.


But what you didn’t mention a tiny detail you forgot
Is things are not that easy..  Ignore all emotion I cannot.


At times it seems the world has come to rest upon my shoulders
Head spins around my hair is curled,.. Life stops, blocked by heavy boulders.


I attempt to recall all the things you did teach
much younger back then worries where far from my reach..


‘Hold your head up high and always be strong
never let it be known when things start to go wrong’


‘Have a firm hand but a gentle touch
Use force as a tool but never a crutch’


Bite your lip before you cry
always tell the truth and never tell a lie.


Be a good girl take care of your nest
always make sure you’re doing your best.


Make strength hard to shove then stick out your chest
show feelings, express love, patience may be put to the test.


Of your family and Self you must always be proud
Stand out be a leader don’t follow the crowd.


Teach you girls goodness and your boys to be strong
tell them roads that are worth taking may be roads that are long.


I only realize now how right you always were
some days it is hard going yet the years pass by in a blur.


An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought
There were lessons to learn and lessons to be taught.


I grasped one here,  I grasped one there
as you practised your preach from that tatty old chair.


I didn’t realize then that you were on my side
sharing all your wisdom you where helping to guide.


I wish I would have listened more when you were still alive
yet what I learned from all you left.. makes sure I will survive.


I'm thanking you now although I know It’s far to late
I’ll be sure to thank you properly when we meet again


at heavens pearly gate **




Note:  Some of the above content is not my own wording. Over time due to tweaking and adding my own words I am now unable to state exactly the words that I wrote from the words I did not.

The Regime

* Caution: Content may offend) *


Not a matter of choice
born in to this world
I’m silenced by voice.
Not a craze nor a fad
this life is for eternal
No freedom to be had.
Dedication to the cause
we share the same belief
by embracing ‘The Society’
from burden comes relief.
Torn again from sleep
sadistic rituals enforced
Now a major focal point
A valid opportunity to boast.
I believe in the Devil
I’m true to my word
No angels will save us
No souls will be spared.
If there was a holy man
a kingdom full of heaven
No evil cult or sinful sect
would harm a child of seven.
‘Our Leader The Great One’
who’s Looked up to with awe
Is the Devil himself
dictating his own law.
This demonic disorder
is what binds us as one
Strict regime is the order
fear commands it be done.
Abiding by rules and
bizarre like behaviour
We worship ‘Supremacy’
‘The Adversary ‘Our Saviour.’
Married into ‘The family’
to lead a life of manic harmony
Is where I shall reside
till self requests for death.
become far to tempting to deny..  

Let Me..

Let me know when I make you proud and help me to have pride in my own accomplishments
Let me earn your trust, then trust me!. I won’t let you down!
Let me try my wings, If I fail let me know it’s OK.. encourage me to try again
Let me know you love me, with a hug or a pat on the back
Then when I need it with a firm but gentle “No.”
Let me be, let me change, let me grow
Let me tell you when I’m feeling bad… or angry, even at you…
Let me know that even on my worst days you still love me
Let me dream, share my joy when my dreams come true
Share my tears when they don’t. Let me feel secure in my home.
Help me realize that love is always there. That I can depend on you no matter what.
Let me run … let me laugh … let me play.
Most of all let me be me..  A child!


~ Anonymous~

Puppet Master

Spread the word
venomous toxic breath
promises portrayed
with zealous conviction
You are the’ Puppet Master’
Inflicting deadly poison
for those not yet aware
Your septic soul
where it began
an evil crusade
manipulating beliefs
half-truths.. mainly lies
tainted thoughts
corrupting minds
shameful slander
malicious mayhem
deeds of destruction
over shadows ignorance
You are the truth
the way and the life…

Strong Spirit

Full filling our lives for almost four years

always making us laugh to help stop the tears

Your attitude to life engulfs us with pride

No sympathy wanted..  pity placed at one side

Your stunning blue eyes they sparkle like beads

revealing a determination with the will to succeed

I turn my head away from you racked with feelings of shame

‘Why can’t I be like you’

I want to scream and shout but there is no one to blame

You’re teaching me the way and helping me to find

that inner calm that you posses a welcomed piece of mind

You know how much I love you.. You know it’s cos I care

what you’ve been through already is put simply..  so unfair

Such a sensible boy with the strength of an Ox

If I had my way you’d be packed safe in a box..       :)  x

A hero is someone who’s granted a gift enabling special powers

This describes you my son so blessed that you are ours

Always wearing a smile with a face full of hope

you never cease to amaze us with your ability to cope

I promise to always guide you help you follow your hearts desire

for I know you will achieve your goal to which you do aspire

Unity

Lost in our peaceful and tranquil accomplished state.
We drift along symmetrical lines, genuine soul mates.


Never before have euphoria I felt happiness and harmony from this warmth I could melt.
We are the ties that together do us bind.
Fitting pieces to a puzzle, we are one of a kind.


Gone is the void that stole away our youth.                                                                                                                                                    
Made us tell lies when we knew what was truth.                                                                                                                                                                 
No more abuse on our bodies no tricks played with our mind.                                                                                                                          
We unite as a whole, an alliance, togetherness combined.


Our eternal love is so strong for each other a force to reckon with we are to discover.                                                                   
Though partners of equality we have chosen the same path.                                                                                                                        
Wishes are granted without need for such wrath.


Our display of solidarity is mapped out for all to see.
An everlasting bond neither one of us will free.
Drawn together by attraction the seed of compassion has been sowed.
Standing hand in hand teetering on the brink awaiting welcomed promises together we bestowed.


In unison ‘ forever and never shall we part’.
Our words echo amidst the dew top mountain side as our bodies crack and crumble against the unforgiving merciless black tide.

Befriend Her ( A dose of cheeky light relief )

~Yes.. I am the great pretender~


Immersed deep within my splendour
whilst it’s highly probable I’ll offend her
when my intention is only to defend her
from the rather butch looking contender


~ who thinks she’s in with a chance ~


You see sex is definitely not on the agenda
after a boozy fueled weekend, a mad bender!
On which it seems I was rather rude to the nice bartender


~ who only wanted to have a dance ~


Now I’m hoping that I can mend her
safely enabling me to send her
to the nearest late night vendor
even if a tenner I must lend her..  
made worth-while for services I shall render


  ~ as upfront payment in advance ~

Set Sail..

A ship with no sails (1)    ( 20/11/2011 )


Entering unknown territory
Everyone has a dark side
Expressing inner thoughts
Exploring creative writing


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A ship with sails (2)   ( 07/04/2012 )


Encouraged by my critics
Excited for their mum
Embarking on a journey
Experience..  I have none
Enthusiastic energy laced with passion, traits you’ll see
Expressing raw emotion the desire to achieve
Effective liberation allows words to flow so free
Establishing the write to say these words have come from me
Eccentric thoughts
Emotional greed
Engaging in fantasy
Empowered by need
Exotic imaginations tell the most elaborate of tales
Eradicating any doubt this ship now glides with sails


* It is far better to set sail within the company of others than to set sail alone*

Sail Away...

Misplaced Key

I have spent some time away from here due to recent family events, when I got the chance to put pen to paper last week I discovered to my horror that in my absence I seem to have lost my mojo.


Inspiration is not really a problem I have lots of that.  There is no flow to my writing. The results are just a  mish-mash of good ideas that I'm simply ruining.
When I first started to write it became like a type of therapy for me … An escapism! Whilst I was enjoying my creative streak I was bowled-over to also discover the benefits of belonging to a great community of like-minded people.  
I don’t want to be left out of this loop…  
I would be grateful of any tips to get me up and running again. Thank you x   :0)


The following was written in frustration. I decided to publish it because it’s the only piece that actually makes some sense amongst my growing pile of papers.


It is a vicious circle from red right through to purple      
Painted rainbow is the colour making lives we lead much fuller
Don’t write me off I will be back for inspiration is not where I lack
No written verse can I complete no paragraph can I make meet
The words are there on various pages though the time it’s taken seems like ages
Outlined ideas that are eventually appearing make no sense there is no feeling
Impatiently I am waiting for the key that does unlock the nightmare that I'm having..

This is ‘My Writers Block’ 

 I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen any keys! ’