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Innuendo

His life was innuendo wrapped up in a mystery person...
Born in a non-descript village
Brought up in wretched Nazareth
The Lord of heaven and earth, as an ordinary man
Truth, but rarely believed
Healing all who came to Him
None turned away, except the few who rejected Him
He had nothing, yet owned everythingŷ
Prayed and petitioned the Father, though Himself equal God.
Being baptised and crucified for sins He didn’t commit
Loving scalliwags and skelps and human hearts
Hating hate and dispersing all greed and human sovereignty.
Innuendo was His name.
Heavens glorious innuendo
Appearing as one thing and being another.
An oblique illusion of a man but in total essence, the Holy God.
A hint at what was coming.
Now we see it clearly, for the kingdom is coming...
Innuendo has passed into the truth of proof.
We are now certain, the evidence is clear.
Repent and Believe....

Fight

There is more to life than glory, and death is never what it seems
Put away you anguish and light the light of love in dreams
For only there will it work for you and all your wants uphold
Reality is quite different and will keep, you in the cold.
Death waits the sinner who puts themselves before the Lord
The end product is beyond the thought and one you can’t afford
Put all evil far away and walk humbly with your God
Blessing of a different kind awaits the heavenly board.
Glory happens when we serve the Lord with open hearts and minds 
Allow His grace and mercy to mend your troubled times 
Jesus is the answer to all your many needs
He’s been there and He knows the score and trouble intercedes
Wait on Him, He will your dreams, fill with holy joy
And bless you in your time on earth with love that cannot cloy.

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Disappointment

Do not disappoint me, for my soul is hurt
Suffering under the weight
Of a heartache and a wandering fate
Tossing nights and anxious days
Fighting hard the haze
Draw near and put back the bone
Eked out from years of fatal wrong
Strengthen and feed
Confidence and need
Heaven’s fruit my want
A victory blunt
Without the Son.

What?

There is a dull thud going on inside my head.
Maybe this morning I should not have left my bed.
Why are great things turned into lessons that are dull?
Listening to mindless repetition is fruitlessly awful.

In this day and age we are treated like machines.
Creativity and thinking have been lost behind clouded screens.
No one takes responsibility, the paper is getting thin.
Debate has died and empty words contribute to the din.

No one has the answers and there’s no discussion.
Nothing is spontaneous and you must always ask permission.
The past was not like this, despite it’s failing.
Perhaps we need to look back and rediscover learning.

How can I keep the flame alive in my mind and yours?
How can I show you wonderful things and the glory that is ours?
We were not supposed to be like this, we were made to comprehend,
The amazement of the Universe, and a life that never ends.

The whole Earth, in every way, is filled with shining glory.
As time unfolds mankind’s amazing righteous story.
Nothing is inconsequential, nothing is without the possibility of redemption.
The outcomes are endless and guided by a transcendent, loving condescension.

I will not accept being bored or made to perform like a puppet.
The game may be in progress but I am far above it.
As many as I can I will take to higher ground with me,
A race apart, from every nation, tribe and tongue, set free.

The Black dog and the white Lie

I suffer the hounding of the Black dog
And the heights of the seraphic white lie
Both are dangerous and end in pain
The dark valley and the exhaulted plain.
Lonely groping through the gloom
Weary rest dawning light too soon
Wishing for respite- a refuge to hide
No escape for sorrow’s relentless tide
That ever washes over the soul
Evoking an effort to counteract the whole
Up the steeps of the next perfect wave
Mounting the heights on a staircase brave
To change the atmosphere in the mind
Wanting relief from the bind
To fly free from care and restraint
To shake the dog and dodge complaint
False becomes true in the eyes of the high
All things an eternal peerless blue sky
But the inevitable plunge into waters cold
And the realisation that true is not bold
The heaving of the waves will ever be
And the dog snatches at my heels daily
To control the beast and reality grasp
Is the way out of the monotonous path
To fly, to do and to ride the black dog
Victory is at the break of day in God
The pattern is seen and understood
A key is set in the lock on the wood
Life is lived in the truthful shout of joys
Build or dip the heart will only rejoice
And expression leant to seraphic vision
A child of eternity an everlasting provision

Try not…

Try not to torture yourself
Go to Primark and buy yourself something
Something you just like, for no reason
Walk out in the fresh air
Breathe it
Stretch your limbs in a vat of blue
Have a Colombian coffee
Watch a movie to replace the blame
Blot out the thoughts with a crossword
Open a window and let stale air out
Clean the floor
Admire it
Risotto for tea with shrimp
Duck down in the bath
Fizz up a bomb from Lush
Chocolate squares for the one you love best
Have a joke with someone smart
Look up
At the blue
Fly
Do it until you don’t have to try
The dark fog will dissipate
Relief and freedom
To be yourself
As the bars of your incarceration
Melt like liquorice

Thoughts

We cannot control our thoughts
But we can stop them getting caught
And becoming part of our thinking
Causing our moods to go sinking
The rubbish ones we should cast away
So that they don’t clog up the day
Making us sad, sorrowful and guilty
Caught in a thought web of self-pity
The positive ones we need to foster
Especially those we know from scripture
Rehearse them, say them, repeat them at will
That in times of trouble they will be there still
Your enemy knows just how to bring you down
You need to recognise it and combat it with sound
Doctrine from the Book of all Books
This is the way of victory for all who look
Don’t settle for the modern day patter
About self-orientated ends which do not matter
Dive into the deep and feel the awe and wonder
Of a God who made you and breaks sins ties asunder
Eventually you will know that the end-game is his
He holds you fast with love that will you amaze
You will learn which thoughts are true and which infirmity
Which is mighty ammunition against your enemy
Consider the physical element, the mind is not alone
Keeping the body strong is a key against the gloom
A life lived plainly is productive and full of joy
And thoughts fall into place and we can enjoy
Walking with God is not as easy as you think
Thinking his thoughts after him will lead you to drink
From heavens clear water all your life to revive and speak
Of his love for you and his strength for all the weak
Thoughts can be dross like anything else
Don’t linger at the edge of fear- think of something else!
Dispossess them with things you know God has done for you today
The enemy will then be forced to run away
He hates the sunlight and the joy you have from faith
A word will banish him from making you live in grief
Just as you use your body, so also the mind
And life and liberty you will daily find.

Restless world

I don’t know why,
But I feel you seriously disapprove
My tendency to be paranoid
Makes me wonder and hesitate to say.
I care about what you think,
Because I listen to your voice with open ears.
Yet you speech is never personal
And I am left wondering alone.
You are so far away from me
So much I would wish to speak about
But I am afraid that if I approach you,
I will be turned away, condemned and cast out.
There seems to be so many problems
Just a word would make them disappear
The greatest barrier to understanding is fear
Our whole world is riddled with it.
I wish I didn’t feel so powerless
At the mercy of what is reported or said
My life, a mystery, explained only by why I suffer
And the fear continues unabaited.
Perhaps some day everything will become clearer
The fog of lack of realization will lift and disperse
We shall relate as we were intended to do
Without barriers and the threat of misunderstanding.
Until then I often feel I am stumbling in the darkness
Which also may be an illusion
Precious little is concrete and dependable in this life
Situations and people like shifting sand.
My sense of guilt I can only confess and consciously move on
The voice of reproach says I am less than others and will never rest
Remembering times when hope was certain
Keeping the balance is a daily battle which only faith can win
My thankfulness reaches to the God I worship and adore
He does not treat me in a cavalier fashion nor sideline my gifts
His promises speak of rest, peace, forgiveness and acceptance
I rest on his words as I stumble through this restless world.

Fear

Sometimes nights are overcome with fear.
The words of God and his comfort I can hardly hear.
Tempted to forsake my faith and love for him,
It can seem a sham and my hope grows very dim.
The treadmill of oppressive thoughts drag me down,
And sleep has gone and left me tossing alone.
My mind accuses and the body seems to say,
You will never make it to see another day.
What can keep me from the fear I feel?
I cannot even think of God without anxiety real.
The rest of unconsciousness is not mine this night,
As the series of events trouble my inner sight.
My mind tries to make sense of the thoughts, in disarray,
Analysing the what and why they happen this way.
The realization is nearly always gloomy,
As the negativity guides the outcomes and continually,
Spirals down into a place where I am captured, like a person,
Who seems to be left here without comfort or diversion.
The morning comes and I hesitate to rise,
With not much sleep I linger between the sheets’ reprise.
The word of God comes to my mind and comforts me again,
I can take heart, as the sunshine is swapped instead of the rain.
Can a mother forget her first-born child?
Is God less than her, and thoughtless of his child?
Even if she forgets, He will never leave us nor forsake,
Our future is in his hands and his love the trouble will overtake.
Our faith can give way to fear at times,
The heart grow cold with loveless moans.
But our God holds us safely and will not let us go,
Be brave and keep on doing what is right and his love he will show.

Bad night

The pent up troubles of the night break on the shore of my bed.
Like waves of doubt and gloom, horror and shame.
The sins of the past are raked over and the embers of blame,
Burn into my mind with consistent power, against my will

My heart is so troubled, it cannot speak peace nor comfort.
It beats like a drum for the end of my life is come,
I cannot stop the mad rush of blood, and my flesh is numb.
Leaving me hopeless, as I ride out the storm.

Am I God’s child? Or am I plagued day and night with pain,
Because I did not really repent, nor turn for my sin.
Locked in my own cell of deceit and lies of my mind,
Constantly looking for respite and assurance that God is there.

My hope is built on Him, and not my own experiences,
The ringing truths of His word still come to me each day.
He alone is my comfort and the strength of this beating heart.
It will some day stop, and I never more shall doubt or fear.

The clamour eventually ceases, and a peace descends,
As I lay thinking of ordinary things to easy my path to sleep.
The ocean may be wide but it isn’t very deep.
A new day comes and God is with me as I walk this world again.

Rest, if temporary…

I lay me down in peace and sleep,
The pain and fear has dissipated.
The long nights when I would toss and weep,
Have given way to silent softening sleep.

The tiredness of the long and busy days,
Enable the swift arrival of sweet unconsciousness.
I rest in silence until the morning rays,
Awake me with gladness for another dawn.

All dreams are gone, nothing to disturb,
The emptiness of thoughts in dear relief.
The nightmares that did once perturb,
Are chased away and I am left with closing eyes.

Terrors of the night are no more, kept at bay,
The chemistry of body and mind in synchronization,
Being lost in a labyrinth, I have found my way,
And equilibrium is again a normal state.

This situation would be so good if it would last,
But I know it is temporary and short.
The shift in the physical body processes is fast,
And I am continually adjusting to the fluctuations.

Take every day and every night, as a gift,
No matter how the frame of mind appears.
The Spirit at every turn will help me lift,
All that I am to cope with what is required.

Lights ‘n noise

The talk is off the X factor,
Coronation street and all that chatter.
The family-how could you miss it,
Our way of life is made explicit.
High octane excitement we manufacture,
To cover up the social fracture.
It keeps the mind off crashing markets,
And the money seeping from our pockets.
A trip to the club on Saturday night,
Lifts the spirits and dims the sight.
Our problems covered by the drugs that bind,
And keep in check the worried mind.
For how long can we stay this way?
The media over our views has sway.
We dare not think the unthinkable,
That our civilization is imminently sinkable.
The banks and markets cannot be trusted,
As interest rates are whimsically adjusted.
What we hear becomes meaningless pap,
And the distance between rich and poor, an enormous gap.
Soon we will be the fourth world tragedy,
As the third world leaps up unimaginingly.
The bailing out of the capitalist regime,
Reduces it to nothings and calls out failure extreme.
Watch the tele, its all there is left.
To keep you sane, though of hope bereft.
The daily shot of the meaningless noise,
Will make you blind and silence your voice.
The truth you cannot handle,
Justice becomes a scandal,
Your life a snuffed out candle.

Dark years

For some years I wandered in the dark night of the soul.
I sank down into the depths of an unending hole.
I couldn’t feel it, it was so gradual and slow,
But in the end I was left with nothing in this world below.
Completely separated from all and everyone I loved the best,
The peace and joy evaporated and long gone was rest.
My body wasted and a mind struggling to cope,
Waiting for rescue and someone to offer me hope.

The wrongness of the situation didn’t dawn upon my mind,
To my enemies strategy I was surely blind.
A weary traveller peddling a bag of false designs,
No human help could offer me a way out from my pains.
Relationships were frozen outside an obtuse world and hollow,
Completely isolated and existing on the surface of show.
Not realising the danger of my darkened way in which I was led.
Submerged into the depths where I would ly still and dead.

Only a Saviour could bring me back and lead me safely home,
The Lord of Glory, the only one to reach down to the tomb.
He set my feet on higher ground and my mind and heart secure,
His sacrifice and love bought me freedom and made me pure.
To walk this world means facing many dangers.
Mostly we are unaware and do not realise the power of strangers.
Stay close to the guide, he will keep you in every mortal war,
And bring you at last to what you were destined for.

Humpty

I feel like Humpty Dumpty and my shell is getting thin

I’m feeling on the brink, of a breakdown deep within.
I need a little help, to keep me on the wall.
If things go on like this, I will surely fall.

Humpty was pushed, this I surely know.
Down was the only way, he was forced to go.
That’s not the way for me, I will not jump.
From my situation into, this world’s slump!

There are too many Humptys, fallen by the side.
Slipped there by the way of someone else’s pride,
The asylum bed’s are full, of broken dreams and lives,
Able people who are robbed, of the ability to survive.

Humpty’s come together, and take up the refrain,
We will join our hands in victory, and sing a new song again.
The king’s men cannot be trusted, they do not have the cure,
Let us go to the King of Kings, his help and rescue is sure.

Even though I have fallen off the wall, my life has been made secure.
My wounds have been healed, and my mind can now endure.
The slings and arrows of a fallen system, I am strong enough to deflect.
I’m back on the wall again, which is more than I expect.

Take courage weary Humpties, you can manage to carry on.
Don’t fear falling off, you can always get back on.
Your bumps and bruises can be fixed, put your trust in the right diagnosis,
A broken head is not the end, nor the fear of psychosis.

Battering rams

They used their breasts like battering rams to beat me to the ground

My voice was Oh, so silent I didn’t make a sound

They stabbed me with their steely knives and poured in their poison

The hosts of heaven fell in silent, sweet silence, in unison.

Upon the bed, on the floor against the window glass in a dungeon

They hounded me and dishonoured me for no apparent reason

I held my breath as they tortured me with long thin needle point

Stripped me of my right to choose and reason to breaking point.

I lost my mind, my dignity and fought to keep a hold

To keep me out of hell itself I would not relinquish my hold

I fought him night and day and refused to lay my head

For rest, in anyone else but Him, for whom my soul has bled.

I bled for Him, He bled for me – He is my only company

They side-lined me and cut me out of dearest company

But I am rich beyond my wildest dreams for His tender care is free

I over all am rich, and will be according to His purposes for me.

The battering rams and the heavy guns have all gone by for me

I am now silent and still, and live here continually free

My home on earth has been provided here is sweet garden Anerley

Until I reach my final resting place where I will all agree.

The war is not over yet, but the battled sure is won

Fought for me and victory sure by heaven’s beloved one

He taught me once to win the fight and showed me all the moves

I know His ways and follow Him and His presence my Salvation proves.

All detractors will never cease to bring me down and hate

They cannot keep me out of love nor away from heaven’s gate

The battering rams are far away, and the needles will never again

Assault my dearest flesh and blood I’ll see to that and complain

Take to court my assaulters and drag them in the dirt

Where they belong for dragging me to hell and so much hurt.

You cannot take my liberty for I give it not to you

Your evil system cannot stand for the Lord will see me through

You pump my psyche with dangerous drugs and stand back and watch me die

But I don’t and I thrive, and it frightens you that I will never lie

Forgotten and defeated at your miserable wayward feet

Your nemesis now is on a roll and you on your way to defeat

I will hound you as you hounded me and left me to the devil

These are the terms and these my rules, my cards are on the table.

 

Put your battering rams away and listen to the voice

That told you once of forgiveness, now your only choice

You thought it was me who needed forgiveness but now you know it was you

Now running scared you intimidate me and blame me through and through

You will not win the battle, for evil is your game

Losing out on everything good and denigrating your name

I will condemn you to the place of woe, where you really deserve to go

Because you will never repent and lay aside you sin and forgo

The desire to rule and dominate, one so small and so low.

 

Not now, my “friends” you’re finished now, for the judge is at the door

Repentance you will never bring so you will perish on the floor

As you did to me, all that time ago, when you thought I was nothing

But a small and insignificant being you could oppress for something

Good for yourself, a feeling of superiority and rule

You’re done, now my “friends” for you are harsh and very cruel…