Inside the mind of a dyslexic poet

The Christmas tree ornament

It may shine or glisten or play a song for you to listen,

it knows not of the year you have had, knows not of

Days happy or sad,

As it hangs from its branch making you smile at a

glance, it may read the name of someone now passed

but as It hangs year after year their memorie will last,

each one a little token of good Christmas cheer,

we pack them away, ready for next year.

… We all carry these things inside that no one else can see
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea
I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see
But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?

LISTEN TO SILENCE, IT HAS SO MUCH TO SAY.

Ocean blue eyes and that bright smile, before you I was lost for awhile,

our first date you got me a coffee on the hill, it wasn't even awkward just carlm and so chill,

some years later I gave you a ring, for you to spend years planning a wedding 🤣

believe it or not we tied that knot, and got our own house, just me you and dennis and that bloody mouse🤣
it's not always been good times we been through
some hell, but we walked up to the devil and said go f**k you're self ,

I know that when I am an old man I will still have the strength to dance with my girl to a song that means so much called Duke of Earl.

I'm always alone in my head, just for once I wish I could put my thoughts to bed, my greatest enemy lives inside me,

if I could shut him out I'd be free, I've missed out on so much, with so much more life yet to touch, somtimes lifes a gift, somtimes a curse, when the voice in my head makes it worse,

is there such thing as destiny? What motivation is there left in me? I've always felt that I dont belong, and maybe even something was wrong, maybe its just this voice in my head, feeding me lies all along, its time for a change I can feel it its coming, I'll only live once, so tired of running,

I feel like the walls are closing in,so I'm taking them down and letting everything in, i can't drown my thoughts they know how to swim, important thing is to not let them win.

Log fire crackles as the snow outside gets thicker,

just one more sleep,

oh I wish it could come quicker.

it's the night before Christmas with such a good feeling in my self ,

everyone's excited yes! Even my spouse.

Everyone has ghosts from their christmas pasts but cherish the good times and their memories will last, sitting down by the fire with my glass of wine, that scent in the air the smell of fresh pine,

mince pies left out and the stockings are hung ,

good cheer and laughter with songs to be sung ,

the kids will be wondering when santa will leave the North, their favourite night of the year

December 24th.

This path that I follow has no destination just little old me and my imagination,

I keep a steady pace as I'm in no rush and this is no race,

I talk to myself and say there's things I could change as if my life was made out of clay,

I've walked this path for years,

somtimes for peace sometimes in tears,

everyone walks their own path in time,

I keep to this one as this one is mine,

I try my best to stay on the path as its safer,

but every now and then I stray to be one with nature, this path that I follow has no destination just little old me and my imagination,

One day I'll reach the end of this path,

for now my journey is still long ,

but this path will still be here after I am gone.

MORNING STAR

Falling from grace with shame on my face,

I think of father and that he would rather ,

Choose his humans over me the one who gave Adam the apple from the tree,

cast aside banished

A shadow of my former self the light has left me,

left me empty and cursed,

Brothers Gabriel and Michael they both thought the same but now they just lie and slander my name,

to the debts I will go and seek My revenge,

I will punish and tourcher whoever they send now and tomorrow till the very end.

I will always remeber the day i was scorned but now they will fear me, the devil is born.

Another night on the prowl,

little do they know I'm sent straight from hell,

the paper on the floor reads Ripper strikes again,

they'll be a next time but where or when ?

I have an addiction to their affliction

the blood that I've spilt does not feel me with guilt,

the papers just say that I'm off my meds,

while the police don't have a clue when they just shake their heads,

the mist in London must be clouding their brains, while I put fear in this city deep in its vains,

wheres my next victim

I'm ganna peel her like an apple

theses wh**es make me sick here in Whitechapel, I'm a killer on the lose but still far from their noose,

I see a w***e by the wall,

she will die like a dog

they'll never catch me

I'll live on like a god.

Mountain

The mountain high up in the sky

It sees me laugh it sees Me cry

I wonder if it wonders why ?

It never speaks could it be shy?

If I shout hello will it shout goodbye?

It has watched me grow and will see me die.

Harbour lights

Another sip of this whisky, who cares if its risky,

Lost my wife my house my kids,

I'll drink all night untill the sun hits my eyelids,

Think of my Dr saying my liver is failing,

as I lean here looking at the boats on this railing.

People walk past loving life and planning futures,

Me, I look at my past and realise my future is blank,

think of the last day I saw my wife when my heart it just sank,

should I throw myself over onto the rocks?

Not much point I've already hit rock bottom,

anyway I'm already drowning, drowning in booze think I'll just end this got nothing to lose.

Daughter daughter.

Daughter Daughter up to fetch some water,

On tip toes as she goes,

awoken from her dreaming of flemingos.

As she gets to the stairs,

coverd by moonlight as it glares,

she wonders to her self if she's able to reach the shelf .

In the kitchen she arrives,

where mother kept the plates and kept the knives.

Reaches for a cup but sees the stars and she is struck.

As the cup starts to slip Mum is there and Mum is quick,

she pours the water for her daughter,

with a kiss on the cheek sends daughter to sleep,

dreams happiness and love like the wings of a dove.

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