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Melisa

There is only life in Battle
Said the man lifting his void eyes
Upwards to threatening black skies

He swore with his hope almost gone
As quicksilver tore his Heart and Soul
From his broken twisted body foul
Taking him to the edge, his life done

There is only life in Battle
This phase he could never forget
As he woke pained, wet with sweat

He sad, in torment, struggled to
Find a meaning to this poison
That held him tightly in Prison
It’s silvery chains he’d undo

There is only life in Battle
He cursed all the way downstairs
Painfully sat in padded chairs

His soul cried at the mean green screen
As he tore at its very core

To find what made him very sore
This night, he’d find an Angel Queen

There is only life in Battle
This awful fate he would undo
Never beaten, he must win through

And screamed as he saw an Angel
With the name of dear sweet Melisa
She held a light white cell to assay
Showing him the road out of Hell

There is only life in Battle
Said the man lifting fiery eyes
Dreaming of his jailers demise

In his eyes the war was clearly won
And now wicked plots he’d undo
With Melisa, put them in clear view
Melisa, many thanks for what you’ve done


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Understanding

Nam was thundering at our dwar
But we quickly sent him away
Next time we could hear him afar
Building wrath to keep us at bay

Head down and righteousness held high
Nam was thundering, black again
He charged our door,  made a sigh
All of his  fury, was in vain

Our door is strong as steel and stone
It’s made of love, truth, me and you
Poor Nam had broke, his skull to bone
Still couldn’t see, our point of view

Next time dear Nam when you are well
Take time to love, reason with us
Rather than charge,  like bats from hell
Be modern, kiss, don’t make a fuss

It takes time to explain about love
It’s not a weapon to make change
It calms and makes peace like a dove
Unconditional, is that strange

Nam shook his sore and broken head
Surely he would, must, think again
For a while he should go to bed
Understanding youth, was a pain

An Angel fair, in robes of white
Healed Nam in his troubled sleep
Now, understood his direst plight
His role, guide, our love was to keep

Dear Nam woke, he  knew what to do
Came gently tapping at our dwar
Explained his new point of view
Happy now we kissed our Pa

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Searching my Mind

Across the never ending hills and valleys of my mind
I search, for a special face
I fly high faster, stronger, longer and deeper to find
A vision, I saw in space

There can be limits to the depths of ever seeking
For somewhere to spend my time
Perhaps I should slow down instead of always speeding
And look for a different clime

Looking closer at the hills and valleys, so slowly now
I see ponds so very deep
View with open eyes and, absolute honesty, I vow
To admit to what they keep

In each of these special ponds that would make nature divine
Sits a gold, jewelled crab
Am I to be so blessed with such a vision of thine
Happy eyes I gently dab

Stepping to edge of space, and clarity of endless time
I see billions of lakes
Where the crabs link to, and though, to make a picture sublime
Dear, it’s your image it makes...’

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Feelings

My feelings for you I tried so very hard to hide
But they just kept getting much stronger deep down inside
So then I built myself a resolve of steel
Not ever to disclose the true way I feel

Much too tough is that terrible will of steel
If only, I could tell you the way I feel
But then that could wreck the special magic we both knew
And my poor heart will not take the thought of loosing you

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Friend

All tough winter through I share my love
With a dear, friend of mine
Her gentle soul soars like a dove
Cute arse is, doing fine

Every night with tired eyes and mind
She stops work, late again
She using all the energy she can find
Success is, not less pain

May Spring with all its pleasures divine
Scatter hope, love and fest
On this stylish spooky crab so fine
So she can, be the best

I look upwards perhaps to a star
To say, that you will win
I know soon you will be flying far
Dearest love, never give in

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She  K

She carries Kirpan in her eyes
Strong in courage and self defence
She’s the new master in disguise
of dignity and self reliance

Compassionate with the weakly
Always there to aid the oppressed
Ready to sacrifice  meekly
Herself, to truth, the final test

Wearing new Katcha and tall shoes
Ready to protect to the end
True RC morals and values
I am so happy she’s my friend


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Tiger Mom

Pale and soft, Beauty of palest screen
Decided to stop being quite so keen
Brushing her soft long and dark tresses
Calmed her fears and stopped stresses
That truest love she would never find
So she set off with a quest in mind
To seek the source, of her eternity
That once she’d faintly seen in PC

She packed her bags and left the Sun
Said perhaps in Malta I’ll be done
In search for the root of destiny
That has so long eluded poor me

Raven-haired Kat’s a special sort
And soon located a secret Fort
She thundered at the hidden door
Broke a pinkie nail and loudly swore
That she would find what was deftly hid
By calling a monster from the ID
Kat took a run at the hidden prize
Door was broke by the size of her thighs

Victory! she now, morphed back to
Her svelte stylish self, and on tip-toe
Walked towards life’s inspiration
That could give power to a Nation

What power’s in this box she mused
So she tapped a key, quite bemused
At that a screen lit, soft, displaying
‘I shall die so you will stop praying
For a sight of the source of your might
What you’ll see has answers to your plight’
Pale green screen flickered and just died
Reflecting cool Kat back from inside…..





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