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Our Boys

They fought for a country, they fought for peace
But in 2012 the gunfire still does not cease
Being no more than a young lad
To sign up to fight they did so and was glad
No fear of what may come, no fear of the unknown
But some feared that dreaded knock at home
They  put down their life, a battle they had to endure
They gave their life for me when they went to war
No time to be selfish for a task was at hand
They done their best to defend our land
I don't think I could be as brave as they are
They took up the role, not for the pound, cent or dollar
For queen and country, for the sake of mankind
They said goodbye to their loved ones and left them behind
All we have now are poppies and many unmarked graves
Many are the names and many have been saved
Who knows what would be if they didn't take up the fight
Yet still in Iran there's gunfire at night
A war is ongoing and will it ever end
How many more troops are we going to send
We have some of our 'boys' who think they are men
But to fight for their country they'd think again
I cannot repay you for your act of kindness shown
Goodnight, God bless until you return home

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Altar

I sat on the bench and the tears began to flow
Knowing that was only one place I needed to go
But for some strange reason my feet wouldn't walk
And at the same time my mouth couldn't talk
I desperately wanted to get to that place
But I was blinded by my tears that covered my face
I knew if I got there then everything would be ok
At the same time worried I wouldn't know what to say
What would people think, would they judge me
Those were the thoughts in my mind I could see
I visualised the result and the difference it made
Yet I was still struggling behind my façade
I felt so dirty, ashamed and very unworthy
How could He possibly love someone like me?
These were all the thoughts going around and around
Knowing at that place the answer will be found
I struggled and wrestled to move my feet 
Unsurprisingly I still remained in my seat
I could feel body heart beating faster than it should
Reminding myself that I’m worthless and no good
Yet the desire was there, the urgency so strong
Could I really go to that place knowing I’d done wrong?
I was scared that I’d be judged and be called a hypocrite
So instead on that bench I did remain there and sit
I knew I should go; there was no doubt in my mind
Surely if someone went before me, I could follow behind
He spoke again with sincerity in his voice
Why was it so hard for me to make this choice
The call was coming to an end and I felt myself falter
Why am I hindering myself from going to the altar?

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Unfounded Love

I was blinded by love but can now begin to see 
that you are not all that I thought you to be 
As I look closer through my looking glass 
I can now see all the graces that you lack 
You open your mouth and its pure trash 
I'm not sure which poor soul you are about to thrash 
I try to really find some of your good qualities 
In the hope that i will have to give you an apology 
They say don't judge a book by its cover 
As your cover and contents portray another 
But even then I find it hard to dislike you 
Perhaps I don't want to think these things are true 
You walk so gracefully and appear so meek 
But then your true self appears the moment you speak 
I'm not quite sure what it is that makes you stand apart 
And why I allow you to control the beating of my heart 
I know you're not what I thought you to be 
But I still admire you endlessly

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Days Gone By

I can remember hubba bubba and the black jack
I remember when songs never sounded slack
I remember when kids were just exactly that
And there was nothing wrong in being a bit fat
I remember the computer was for just playing games
But in today's millennium it just ain't the same
I remember when kids used to have manners for folks
But now it's seems parents roles have been revoked 
I remember when childhood meant just that very thing
And there was no living in sin... On our hand was a ring
I remember when chips probably cost 50p
But now to buy fish and chips its a rarity
I remember how as kids we would spend time and play
But nowadays they're locked away on the ps3 all day
I remember on a Saturday we had to wash clothes by hand
Something the kids of today don't understand 
I remember a time petrol was less than a pound
But in 2012 I have to travel on the wheels on the bus that go round and round
I can remember a time when we worked hard to support ourselves
Nowadays though it seems we can help ourselves from shop shelves
I remember a time when we cared for the old
But now some of them cannot keep warm in the cold
I remember a time when things were good
I'm walking in footsteps where perhaps you should

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1980's

Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion 
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion 
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head 
No dvd player, just a betamax had to do instead 
The only laptop I knew was the tray my dinner was served in 
No sat nat to direct us, just maps and a lot of guessing 
My social network involved playing outdoors with my friends 
If I had an important message there was no text for me to send 
Instead I would simply go and knock on the door 
And enjoy a good game of hopscotch, drawn neatly on the floor 
If I wanted to listen to music I held my boom box to my ear 
And I felt like a millionaire in my latest pair of L.A Gear 
No ipod to shuffle or touch just my sony walkman 
No google to look for answers, just the library to depend on 
No Ipad, no playbook, just a good old storybook 
It may even be in hardback if I had any luck 
No freeview, no Virgin, I was lucky to even have colour tv 
And a rubiks cube would suffice, never mind an XBOX 360 
It was all about hammer time and wearing those pants 
And the theme tune to Fraggle Rock I would happily chant 
No cyber bullying, only cyber I knew was the tamagocchi pet 
No loading plates into the dishwasher as it hadn't been invented yet 
No cd player,  my cassettes were the in thing 
And to have a sovereign ring on every finger meant you had some bling 
The A Team,  crossroads, tiswas and happy days was the programmes I watched 
No series links or reminders to watch programmes like Lost 
No rewinding the tv or pausing whilst I nip to the loo 
Instead I had to ask someone and hope that they have a clue 
No Adidas for me, just my trusted bum bag 
My girls world doll and scrunche's were things I just had to have 
In my day the only kid I wanted was a cabbage patch kid 
Not a real one so that in a hostel I can live 
No PS3, no Wii, no Vita or Nintendo DS 3d 
Just my good old NES on my four channel tv 
Care bears, the moomins, playschool and dangermouse 
No crimewatch to make me afraid to be in my house 
In my days if I was rude I would get a good smack 
And I couldn't dare say the clothes you just bought me were whack 
No microwave dinners, No chinese takeaway for me 
Saturday soup was the best, one big bowl balancing on your knee 
The 80's and the 90's I enjoyed it while it did last 
But every now and again I take a glimpse of the past

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You Cry

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
yet all they do is continue to cast you aside 
don't let them win and take your joy away 
brighten up, for tomorrows another day 

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
on your dreams,reality and hope you flawlessly glide 
don't let them die, for you can achieve anything 
just take your desires to the air on eagles wings 

in the distance of  reality and in the distance of time 
upon that tree of dreams I will continually climb 
to reach that branch where my hope clings on 
down to the root of despair, my misery has not gone 

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
can my broken heart and trust in you confide 
like the bleak midwinter, and the newness of spring 
like a new born lamb, my desires oh what joy it brings 

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
like the footprints of big foot, my aspirations glide 
in this cruel world your heart stands out 
beating nothing but pure love, without a shadow of a doubt 

in a never ending circle the mould is yet to break 
like an expectant mother in labour-how much more pain to take 
over in the yonder the sun begins to rise 
over in the distance my joy begins to prise 

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
the hatred I have for you, on a battlefield has died 
like a true soldier I fought a good fight 
like the kite runner, I chased after its flight 

you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
I foolishly believed all the mutterings you lied 
I shall arise out of the darkness of night 
my strength will bring me into a newness of light 

its over now, I've resigned to the fact 
only I kept my side of our bargaining pact 
I loved, I lost, I lived and I saw 
all my hopes floating down life's closed door

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Here I Am

I’m sat here again, but unsure of why I came
Have I forgotten Jesus healed the sick and the lame?
I want to be in His presence, wanted to draw near
But unsure if my tearful prayer He will hear
Wanted to reach out and touch the hem of His garment
To hold the hand of Him who from heaven was sent
Wanted to hear Him say ‘my daughter your sins I have forgiven’
And I am He, the One who was crucified and now risen
I’m here as your Abba Father, I am here as your friend
I am He that when you’re all alone, my presence you can depend
I am He who will blot out your transgressions, I am He who truly cares
I am He that when you need a shoulder to cry on, I am there
I’m sat here again, but unsure of why I’m here
Have I forgotten that on Jesus I can draw near?
I’m sat here watching, filled with envy as I do
Just wanting to worship just as like you
But my mind is trapped, occupied on other things
Thinking of my woes as the sacred songs the people sing
I want the reason I came to manifest into reality
Oh Lord help my mind and take the focus off me
For it’s not based on my feelings, although each week I do forget
I have so much to thank you for, I cannot repay my debt
I’m sat here again, but I am sure of why I arrived
To give praise and honour to my Saviour who for me died.

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Double Standards

The expectations given to me I 
have not met
Unlike others I can't always 
forgive and forget
Like the time you said whole 
heap of lies to me
And you wonder why I have an 
issue with honesty
I haven't quite met up to your 
dreams
But all that glitters is not as it 
seems
Like the time you made me feel 
so unworthy
All those times I cried out, I 
suppose you never heard me
You never understand until you 
experience the same
Then suddenly it becomes 
acceptable-you sound so lame
Like the time when I became 
lost in the crowd
But to air my concerns, 
somehow it's not allowed
But lo and behold if you was to 
feel lost too
You expect a fuss and to be 
molly cuddled too
Like the time I explained my 
true fears
Why ask if you don't like what 
you hear
Like the time when you said 
you're always here for me
Hello.........I'm still waiting for 
your company
Maybe I'm looking at the glass 
half empty
As the things said don't 
manifest to be
Could I be too analytical so that 
I don't understand?
Like the joker in a pack you've 
dealt me your hand

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Inspector

I look in your eyes and the blatant untruth 
I'm not Inspector Morse or some well known detective sleuth 
you probably believe what your mind is telling you 
trying to make me believe you love me like you say you do 
I look in your eyes and can see you don't mean what you say 
your lies now blackened lie a tooth full of decay 
you probably think I'm as stupid as you 
but I'm a pro at spotting idiots- you just don't have a clue 
being single is not an anagram for desperate without modesty 
its just that I can't give myself away to any Tom, Dick and Harry 
I kick you to the kerb but each time you bounce back 
do I know have to get dark, do my words have to become slack 
I look in your eyes and see you're trying to convince me 
that you love and respect me with all sincerity 
when in fact you're hoping that in a flash my undies will fall 
and then you will have accomplished another booty call 
I'm after true love not expensive gifts and things 
if you mean what you say, then on my finger put a ring 
I look in your eyes and see emptiness staring back 
I've kinda guessed your a man with a one mind track 
to not to get to know me or the things that I like 
just for me to be another notch, another hit, another strike 
I've resigned myself to the fact I no I deserve better than you 
because he will really mean it when he says to me 'I do'

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Best Friend

The situation intensifies, I can’t get calm
The only solution is to again self-harm
Oh the joy as I imagine the first cut
Thankful for a solution to get me out of my rut
I prepare myself and the equipment I need
Like an junkie its addiction I feed
I close my door and bare my flesh
Not caring that afterwards I’ll be a bloody mess
My heart beating fast, the tears begin to pour
I’m sorry but I could not just endure any more
The glistening silver blade, not big in size
Is like a trophy, and that I won first prize
The tissues ready, so now I can begin
The first cut is superficial and thin
But the release it gives, my tears fall stronger
Knowing I won’t have to endure my pain for much longer
As I think of the hurt and as I think of my pain
Sends me slashing my legs again and again
‘You’re a stupid cow, you’re just an annoyance’
The self-harm is my only reward and comeuppance
My leg now red, I can’t even see the cuts I’ve made
The power of self-harm over my mind it did invade
I pick up my tissue and start to clean up my work of art
Knowing the whole process soon will again re-start
My arms tell the stories of the scars that I now bear
My tears tell of my pain when you think there’s none there
But then after a while the razor becomes a useless metal
Surely I’d get more relief from my iron or boiling water from my kettle
I start to smile when I think of my flesh beginning to singe
And that no longer will you have to hear me whinge
For I will have found a new friend who will always be around
In the midnight hour the shiny sharp metal can be found
And in the twinkling of an eye, my flesh will become bare
And with each cut to the skin, I say goodbye to every care
If you have troubles and the problem you feel you cannot mend
Then please let me introduce you to my grey shiny silver best friend 

2 September 2014