Ready for Angels

When promises are broken

And innocence is stolen
When wounds are opened
We're ready for angels

When all hope is gone
And the night draws on
When there is no more song
We're ready for angels

When the tables turn
And the covenant burns
When will they learn
We're ready for angels

When the fog clears
And the enemy cheers
When the end nears
We're ready, send for the angels.

Our Hearts

Our hearts they make a list of needs.

Those needs are sometimes hard to please.

Our hearts demand, our hearts expect.

And so our bodies cannot rest.

Our bodies work till old and grey.

In the hope that our hearts will be happy one day.

Our hearts are made for more than beating.

They beat, as long as we keep on breathing.

So mind your heart and guard it well.

Let your heart find a story to tell.

Forget

No no my friend. This is your bed.

So soiled you the sheets where you now lie.

The truth was free but you bought the lie.

Now you seek my hand. You need my help.

But I don’t care, this isn’t my affair.

I fear to meddle or get involved.

Lest on your cauldron my hand I scold.

You cooked it up and added the spice.

There in your pot you mixed wrong and right.

Ok ok, a little advice. Take the road least travelled.

Till you come to a town.

On the edge of this town a house can be found.

And in that house a man you may find.

Who has the power to turn back time.

So off he set his burden heavy.

But strong his will, his steps kept steady.

He came to the road that’s travelled little.

And made his way through throne and thistle.

He found a town and found a house.

He stood by the door and he called out.

Is this the place where some men come, when they regret the things they’ve done?

When no word or deed can repair.

The broken hearts of those they claim to care.

Is this the place where wrongs can fade?

Like turning back a books last page.

Is this the place where I may find?

A man with the power to turn back time?

This is the place, you’re more than welcome.

Most men do wrong but visit me seldom.

Swung open the door and out he came.

A man with a beard and a crooked frame.

I am the man you have come to find.

I have the power to turn back time.

You don’t need to say the things you’ve done.

I know too well why you have come.

Once was I flesh and man myself. But sin I not for power or wealth.

For love or fame. For gold or name.

I did not folly into shame.

This is why I have been chosen.

To take your heavy, rightful burden.

Place some here, beside my chair.

Take some up upon the stair.

If there is space, upon the shelf.

And what is left I’ll carry myself.

I have but one thing of you to ask.

Once you leave this least travelled path.

Is that you say to the first person you find.

There is a man, who can turn back time.

To get there you must take this road.

But why you took it, you will no longer know.

You will never remember what you have done.

It will be like your time, had just begun.

Way home

Stunned at what had just occurred, my conscience turned to my ego and asked why? The truth had set my lies free. I made for the door knocking love to the floor.

I searched for a place to hide but my pride was clear to see. A shadow of my former self found me begging in the street. My clothes stained with shame. I held out my hands and asked for forgiveness. But all he had were coins of pity. I took them gladly.

I headed for regrets cafe to fill my belly with envy. But as I started eating I could taste the sour grapes of failure. I could eat no more. I turned to the waitress and asked for the way home.

She said; as you head down pride way, get off at the first exit and take the honest road, follow the signs for truth and you will reach forgiveness way. At the end of the lane, you will find home.    

Glory

I’ve fallen here before, if I remember right.

A beast with a mane here did I fight.

And there, that’s where I lost my shield.

And then I ran across that field.

I huffed and puffed, I screamed and cried.

I tried my best and then I died.

For it all I had to live

For pride and applause my life did I give

A bride and a home

A crown and a throne

My body was young, but my story is old

You now know my end, so back to the start

Wisdom from a ghost, do I impart

They say I was gifted, they say I was blessed

With a chiselled jaw and a barrelled chest

A fox could not my cunning match

A cold could not my body catch

Near and far, from town to town

Stories of my deeds were passed around

And then the call, for a man so brave

A beast with a mane

A child it had slain

But who could save?

There was only one name

I heard the call and so I came

Sat before the chiefs and elders

I said for this task, you shall pay me with shelter

Land on which to graze my flock

Men to plough and tend my crop

Your most treasured daughter shall I marry

And half your gold shall I carry

What could they say? Their options few

They had to agree and this I knew

So there I stood, sword and shield

Watched by my men, upon my field

But the beast’s cunning I could not match

Its throat with my sword I could not catch

Its claw dug deep, I gasped my last

I saw a light and then I passed

So now, here i am. No longer a man

No wife do I have. I own no land

My pride is gone. My body has crumbled

I wish I had lived a life more humbled

If I had known my limitations, I would have fathered generations

I was not survived by a son or daughter. My name is not chiselled upon an altar

Not by my deeds, but by a story

Of a man, who died, for his own glory

Social Housing

Welcome to the city where we live in

You’re passing through just visiting

Like caged animals we stare back at you

Social barriers raised so we cant get at you

Say hi to you, shake a hand or two, ask what you do, can I do that too?

Says who?

The skies the limit but who decides who flies

Boarder control got me missing my flight

Double checking my itinerary

Been through my bags now they want to check me physically

Seriously?

Do I need a scooter for my social mobility?

What ever happened to my mental ability?

Take a crack at joining the nobility

To jump those hurdles you’ll need some income agility

So what if my names not double-barrelled

Trying to hide my existence in the bottom of a barrel

This barrel called social housing

They call it social we call it over-crowding

Stand out

When you’re in the in crowd you’re bound to the proud.

If you stand out you get asked to stand out.

Watch what you say, mind before mouth.

It’s called the in crowd because you stand in.

Not because you stand out.

Friends

We’re full at last sung the feast of fools.

Fed fat from the fruit of fractured friends.

Their fickle faces found fun in falling favour.

Threw folly after faith.

Slipped failure under fortune’s feet.

So then followed the fair into the fire.

Fumbling maidens faintly fading.

The heart of folk foul and fading.

Feeble fists fought fury with fairness.

Fixed on fake hopes of false facades.

Go and forgo the final farewell.

But forget not the fables I here tell.