Paul Potts inspired
So there I was more or less alone, even fancy free
With just a few others who shared my little life with me
Socially inept, for want of a better phrase, yet wanting to live life to a nth degree
Messed up for so long, given up meeting someone who could unravel me internally
But maybe now I have found the one to provide security and some sanity
My Welsh allegiance wanes
Travelled there so far away 2x now this year
First time not so relaxed - 2nd time much more so
Now I question a number of things - confused as I roam
Which one is now my home?
the soul unleashed on mother earth
doth roam confused from death to birth
Am I woman or am I man
I cannot answer; but someone can?
one minute wild, untamed and crude
the next sublime, poetic, druid
we build our momuments so high
then shoot them down with screams; oh why?
I wash in mother Gandhis floods
Across tibetan mountains trudge
nurture rice in Pol Pots monster paddies
kill my Syrian brother cos their baddies
produce such arts that tears can draw
tear down the hated Berlin wall
bury Bosnian brothers in their graves
and yearn for drugs we crave and crave
the soaring notes of choirs sublime
can bring on tears make man go blind
the first cry of the new born child
can make man stare, no words can find
but perhaps the greatest foe of all
is our own minds dark seeds that sow
we should just listen to the heart
and reach out for those broken parts?
Blimey Gumbud that is awesome.
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that was just for you ‘brother’ in arms!
In all our arms!! - three cheers for MKJ!!!
thank you Rach - you are raching away my heart!
and whilst the venom is flowing and with all due respect to Rod Stewart!!:
I am crying, I am crying
I’m a newborn to be free
I am crying, I am crying
To be near you, to be free
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Through the napalm and guns
I am dying, forever crying
To be with you, newborn comes?
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Through the dark night far away?
I am dying, forever crying
To be with you, who can say?
We are praying, we are praying
Home my father come to me
We are praying, we are praying
To be near you; to be free?
Very touching 
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Tired I have been and wondering where the toil ends
Does it ever - does life ever stitch stuff up - mends?
Does it f*** - there ain’t no magic formula - nothing but friends?
What? Are you saying that peeps on a forum can provide this and more?
Never thought that could be the case but someone somewhere is sure
Maybe myself - could such a distance friendship be a cure?
Strange it is but as time goes by I wonder about such men
Are they really as they seem - one offs - not at all common
I can live in such company and consider myself blessed
For one such as myself I rarely consider such guests
So there I was - thinking aloud yet interrupted
My thoughts are my own Goddamn it -sacrilege - sacred
Yet, every word an utterance is ripped apart without consideration
So I have had a few does that make my thoughts lacking reflection?
touches of dillan thomas there MKJ me thinks - they say that poets heal themselves! but dillan never did!
What words of wisdom am I going to print tonight?
From what I gather after a few drinks it is nothing but s*****
Then again isn’t all your life one big messed up pile
Of something or other lacking in guile?
Not with me it ain’t cos I shoot from the hip
More often that not but I invariably trip
At times but where do you draw the line?
Words of wisdom from another - not mine?
Boiling blood in my veins looks for a gate
So I shoot my mouth off looking to placate
My restless nature but why is it needed?
Why indeed do I get so heated - something deep rooted?
Probably but whatever it is shapes us all
And we can do nothing but listen to the call
Time and time again it beckons with it’s song
What will satisfy it - I know it is wrong
But to go with the flow is such good fun at times
Conjures up such thoughts - and some rhymes
But in the light of day do I learn from such rants?
No I don’t - just need a kick in the pants 
yes you’re getting better all the time - keep taking the prose!
Hey one more masterpiece
F***, I have been banned so often
Means nothing to me - become hardened
You afraid of upsetting so many folks?
Think again, cos being banned rocks
Eh, being banned rocks - why is that?
Cos it lifts the need to be a complete twat
In my case anyway and yours too
You think you are unique - fool
Anywhere can exist without your nonsense
Christ, they may as well put up a fence
To guard readers from so much bollux
Me too cos I tired of such confrontational rucks
Comes a time when you have to calm down
Don’t think I’m quite there yet - don’t want to be reknown
I is changed
Am I f***
She wants me to get sum fresh air
Am all forrit air - kinda debonair
Get some colour in my cheeks
I have the pallor of obsessed geeks
You are who you are at the end of the day
Gonna stick to it for sure, come what may
Even if I end up looking like a pile of crap
Hey, I gonna make my mark on the map
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
10Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
11“Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
Matthew 5 - 3-11
The Plumber has been, he is very tall
But my ceilings are high 'specially in my hall
So all was well and he felt under the sink
Looked fairly happy and had a think.
I want lever taps, mine drip cos they’re ancient
And I’d like some that look like the ones on my basin
No problems at all he’ll come back next week
Charge an arm and a leg but the job will be neat
I’m OK with this as it needs to be done
And the taps have dripped for far too long
I’ll pay him with cash or maybe a cheque
At last my house will be less of a wreck
Ah I love that Rachel.
Glad you had the plumber, we had the builder too
He pulled out the fireplace and looked up the flue
Stayed the whole week, my patiences diminished
He’s gone home now and I’m glad it’s all finished.