To hear the deafening silence,
In the still of battles end,
Stark contrast from mens screaming,
As torn bodies fail to mend.

To smell a burning torso,
On a freezing Fitzroy morn,

The words of sadness that I see,
Hammer home, like a stake to me,
Through the hearts of those that care,
As you lay your soul out bare.

Your words lay flattened,
Crushed with the hurt,

Reading the stories
On the pages of this site
Can open your mind
To the world of other people,
A glimpse of their hopes and fears.

Something that I read,
Reminded me of you today,
Thoughts returned
That had been buried away,
I got to thinking
Of the smile that you had,
The one that you gave me
When I was a lad,

Shit happens,
Now and again,
We all get our share,
So let's not pretend.

It can vary in size,
Sometimes it can stink,
But don't think you're alone,
When you're stuck in it thick.

What makes us write our darkest thought?
Are we attention seekers of a sort?
What makes us expose our soul so bare?
Do we seek recognition, or just someone to care?

Atop a mountain
Lush with trees and green,
A scattering of houses,
More beautiful than a dream.

The single lane road
Snakes five scenic k's,
The views very dramatic,

As the moth flutters in,
Its instincts push from within,
Mine too, were pushing strong,
Mine too, were so very wrong.

Bathed in warmth from the fire,
Floating on waves of desire,

Monday, Oh what joy!
Need another holiday,
Back to bloody work!

Tuesday, work again!
End of the week, out of sight,
Tuesday always drags!

Wednesday, end in sight!

The sky, flame red as it set,
Horizon and heaven duet,
It plays out every night,
Nerve endings tingle with delight.

Streams reflection seems to blush,
From the intoxicating rush,

Money can buy much,
The rich can enjoy life easy,
But for rich and poor,
Time, real time, is not for sale.
Another life lottery.

Who is the richer?
The man with wealth that dies young,

Bangers and mash
Train robbers cash
Works bash

Jack and Jill
Shooters Hill
Old Bill

Baroness
NHS
SAS

Fishermans Friend
Lands End
Dirty weekend

Shepherds pie
Princess Di

Cup of tea
Posh marquee
Back alley.

Fish and chips
Roast parsnips
Andy Capp kips.

Beer and darts
Vicars and tarts
Castle ramparts.

Buck House
Field mouse
Chasing grouse

Searching endlessly
For the perfect word that fits,
Can be fucking hard!!

So on my death, for which we all are bound,
Just drop my body into the ground,
And if anyone can muster a word that's true,
Then speak of me as I would of you.