They lie beneath

In this place where blood was spilled
A place where many men were killed
Each fighting for a dishonourable cause
Where some distant lord will take applause
And count his coin with sweating hands
The price of death in foreign lands
Paid by the blood of fighting men
Who never returned to home again
Their bones restless in unfamiliar ground
Thrown together in a burial mound
No mourners there to vent their grief
Grass grows on the soil they lie beneath

But still there are those that mourn
In the places they were born
Where streets of smoke deny the day
And candles burn to light the way
Where some still weep and some still wait
Unable to comprehend their fate
Time sheds hope like a tree sheds leaves
Some live now only in their memories
As the world moves on they are left behind
Still searching for a love they cannot find
No tombstones stand, no flowers or wreath
Grass grows on the soil they lie beneath

Thrive

No matter how much we want to pretend
That our lives are uniquely bright
But beginnings give birth to an end
And we all must face the night
Riches and armies cannot prevent
That last inevitable fall
Whether noble or evil in intent
We will all heed that call
Those with honour will step into light
Accepting judgment without debate
Those steeped in sin will scream and fight
Unable to face their fate
Though man himself will surely die
His ideals and dreams survive
So though he in his mortal grave must lie
The legacy he leaves will thrive

Ghost

In the dark hours she wanders the halls
Dressed in white, a bride of the night
Deep golden tresses from her head falls
Framing her face unnaturally white
No stumbling gait, she flows like a stream
Her eyes hold darkness, her lips a deep red
Ignorant of all around her as if in a dream
She passes me by without a word being said
Lights flicker and dim as she wanders within
An impossible presence from a time now gone
I can see the firelight through her translucent skin
But no shadows are cast as she walks on

As the Grandfather clock chimed midnight
She suddenly turned as if she could see
Just for a moment I felt drawn into her sight
Then she just faded away in front of me
I called out to her but she was gone
Back to her life or to rest in her grave
A ghost? A memory? A dream forgotten?
A body to mourn, a memory to save?
At that moment I swore that to be there
Every night until I saw her once again
For inside my heart I felt something flare
A spark to ignite a passionate flame

I don’t know is she is a dream or a ghost
Or a ghost of a memory that’s lost to my years
But it’s the love of that dream that hurts me the most
And the silence is screaming to my ears
Then once again, before midnight
The lights flickered and faded down low
I held my breath and felt my heart go tight
As the doorway started to glow
I staggered and felt my legs give way
A vivid pain shot through my chest
Somewhere I heard a sweet voice say
Truly have you been blessed

Deep golden tresses, dressed in white
Beautiful and sweet, a heart of gold
Loving forever, to my delight
Without the fear of growing old
She was born in a Tudor spring
Of an aristocratic birth
I in the reign of a Windsor king
But me a man of little worth
But the Gods took pity it seems
And allowed time to release its controls
And love to be released from its dreams
To join our two lonely souls.

Man behind the mask

The man behind the mask

Spends his life in fear
Of what, he does not know
But he holds his privacy dear
His past never on show

Paranoid to a fault
Though the fault is never his own
Feelings locked into an inner vault
Set in a mould of stone

His mind is but a bitter place
A sparking powder flask
Lacking empathy or grace
Is the man behind the mask

But read him and be certain
That you understand this well
We all hide ourselves behind a curtain
We are not the words we tell

As the lies spread exponentially
The question we should ask
Is it possible we could all be
The man behind the mask?

Girl with the long dark hair

A child of my times, restless and seeking
A future path to lead me to truth
To listen to tutors endlessly speaking
Dismissing their wisdom with the hauteur of youth
Sitting exams with low expectations
Winging those tests on a wing and a prayer
Outside the window she was picking carnations
That’s when I first began to care
For the girl
For the girl with the long dark hair

A bloody war for reasons no one understands
But for people like me the bloodstains were real
Politicians in silk gloves to hide the blood on their hands
Profiting on the dreams that they steal
Death begat ghosts and the ghosts they were abundant
Until I could see them just about everywhere
So they locked me away making my dreams redundant
Dreams that I wanted to share
To the girl
To the girl with the long dark hair

Now I’m old and lonely looking out at a winters scene
But turning over my memories like pages in a book
Building a story of a life that could have been
If I could have avoided the paths that I took
I mourn the loss of youths possibilities
Shadows surround me and lay my life bare
And I worry about the probabilities
Would life have been fair
To the girl
To the girl with the long dark hair

Dreams

Save that dream, don’t let it go
Dreams are all we have, you know
Life is just what we do between
Those precious moments when we dream

Savour the taste of what you need
Grow it from a tiny seed
Hope blooms with such tender care
Spreads its magic everywhere

With hope and a desire you can create
A dream that you can propagate
So spread the magic for all to see
So your dreams become your reality

Unbreakable chain

Where the future lies, it’s anyone’s guess
How do you clear up this life’s mess?
Where do you go, to whom can you turn
Where do you go with no bridges to burn?

Your desires led you to the edge of a cliff
Do you want to fall over that last precipice?
Can you step back and just stop this wild ride?
You have options, just take the time to decide

Change is hard, we know that so well
But unthinking desires lead us straight into hell
Just who are you now? Who do you see?
You are a shadow of the man you used to be

As children can you remember the fun that we had
Good times and bad times, happy and sad
But always together we weathered the storm
Out of the bond was our adulthood born

So where did you lose that strength and that will?
What trauma best you? What bitter pill?
I’m still here to support you as once you did me
We swore friendship forever so let it be.

Let me reach out a hand and pull you to the shore
Don’t let that sea of crazy take a victim once more
The links that we forged was not work in vain
Friendship forever is an unbreakable chain

The accident

He sits by her bedside, holding her hands
Trying to comply to his hearts demands
A past set in stone, but a present uncertain
A future once planned now veiled by fates curtain
A loss of attention, a car twisted and bent
And a darkness where voice’s first came and then went

The terror he felt in that hospital bed
Not knowing what happened and filled with deep dread
Then told the full horror, his love fighting for life
His whole world balanced on the edge of a knife
So now he sits waiting, her hands in his own
From the seeds of distraction great chaos is grown

He bows his head and prays she can recover
He cannot imagine a life spent without each other
Behind him a shadow moved, a silhouette against the wall
The world seemed to pause, awaiting a scythe to fall
But the reaper chose to walk away, her time was not yet run
The book was not yet written, but a new chapter now begun

Mountain

He stood looking down on the village so far below
Marvelling at its normality, quintessential peace
Above him the hilltop, peaked with a dusting of snow
Reassuringly auspicious, nature’s showpiece

Soon, he knew, the tourists and skiers would return
The village would be overrun, garish ski coats and backpacks
Cheerless smiles from those who fail to discern
The mountain’s imperviousness to their annual attacks

He wondered if any ever truly saw the wonder
Of the moon riding high on a cold frosty night
Above the mountain in all it’s cold splendour
The ice sparkling in response to the caress of its light

It was, he thought, a place for angels and seraphim
Not for those who have no ability to see
A truth greater than the mountains that stood all around him
But hidden away in natures simplistic beauty

Futures

What lies ahead is not easy to predict
Life’s not that easy to know
It doesn’t matter what path that you’d picked
It never goes where you want it to go
You confidently march into your dreams
Sure of the road that you take
But the future never what it seems
And your dreams turn out to be fake
And the road you assumed would be a highway
Turns out to be closed for repair
And the dreams in the end to your dismay
Turned out just another nightmare

You pick yourself up and set your sight
On something less than you desired
In the hope that this time all will go right
But wind up less than inspired
You find you’ve traded your dreams for an armchair
Your adventures come out of a book
The futures still somewhere out there
But now you can’t be bothered to look
So don’t waste your time searching for paradise
Your not going to find it today
I’ve glimpsed it in dreams maybe once or twice
But reality soon wipes it away.