People often wonder why

a crown of thorns around my head,one-person helps with the cross that I carry.Crowds follow my progress,women weep at my feet.I go to meet my father,somewhere out there.The crosses stand tall,victims scream out with pain.I am laid on my back,my arms pulled open wide.The nails penetrate my palms.I feel no pain,my feet are then nailed,and…

some memories are bad,almost nightmarish in fact.The good ones make you smile,the sad ones make you cry,and the bad ones make you frightened.However, memories are memoriesno matter what they are.They are incidents of your past,some of which you wishnever happened at all.They are the memoriesyou try so hard to forget.Unfortunately, the braincannot distinguish from good,…

The days will be filled with yearningand the nights filled with a cold chill of the lonely,but my heart will remain loyaluntil your back in my arms again.The road that took us awaywill return us one dayto the place wherever you are.If sadness may come upon mealong the road a while I will staythen tomorrow…

a lone piper plays a solemn tuneunder a faltering moon.We look at the world with sad eyesas the throngs move to and fro,and the ashes of our livesare tossed into prevailing windsto be carried on times rainbowto some distant shorehoping in the magic therethey will be reconstructedand return to us once moremaking us whole again.20…

But woe be tide,if anything goes wrong.Its grace falls foul,and you sing another song.Just like a woman,I’ve often heard this said.For on frosty nights,you’ve got to wrap it up warm for bed.14 Nov 1978

snowflakes fluttered down from the skylike falling starson houses and garden walls.A young boy was dreamingof a wonderful Christmas day.He dreamed of thingsthat he would like to happen.The gifts around the Christmas tree.Gifts for his parents,his brother and his sisters.It was just a dream though,a dream on Christmas Eve.His family were poor,barely had enough moneyto…