Candle burns, candle bright,
Candle lights the darkest night,
Candle wax, candle hot,
Candle flame touch you must not,
Candle straight candle tall,
Candle by the morning small,
Candle out comes the day,
Candle smoke just floats away.
Jam;
In this age of globalisation where everything is so near,
Why then am I struck in this traffic and going nowhere,
Trapped inside my car fed up beyond conviction,
What did I do in a former life to warrant this affliction?
My mind resorts to trivia to alleviate the tedious hell,
As I look for things to do inside my upholstered prison cell,
Window goes down window goes up, god I’m bored of that,
And as gaze the hard shoulder I notice a very dead cat,
My ‘Fruit of the forest’ air freshener does not smell of fruits any more,
And my neatly stacked heap of files has just slide onto the floor,
And as the traffic crawls forward just another inch,
My collar starts to tighten and my seat belt starts to pinch,
Did I need to make this journey or was it just bad luck,
I’ve just finished my last boiled sweet now there’s nothing left to suck,
All three lanes are chock-a-block and there’s nowhere to turn for miles,
And if I have to sit here much longer I’ll start to develop piles
As for the car radio every button I did press,
But what I end up listening too is anybodies guess,
Woman’s hour discussing the pros and cons of velvet drapes,
Or DJ ‘What’s his face’ throwing out some shapes,
Window goes down window stays down; I think I’ve broken the switch,
Oh dear it looks like rain and I’m slowly developing an itch,
I’ve picked my nose, bitten my nails and removed the wax from my ears,
In fact, it’s the best body spring clean I’ve had for many a years
In two hours I’ve travelled just two miles but I’ve worked out the meaning of life,
There’s no need to sit on a mountain to purge yourself of strife,
There’s no need for meditation or contemplation to prove you’re alive,
Just sit at junction 18 in the middle of the M25.
Suicide;
River fast, river deep,
Water cold my sole to keep,
Bridges edge sharp and high,
My last step before I die,
Grip the rail fingers tight,
Release begins my heavenly flight,
My head within a muddled roar,
But soon the peace of ever more,
Seagulls circle unaware,
Looking up I have no fear,
Darkness comes as come is must,
My ashes soon reverts to dust,
Angels come to take my hand,
To lead me to a better land,
Freedom beckons as I fall,
The water talks, I hear its call,
A single tear cloud my sight,
Disappears in the torrents might,
Cold on skin, face, and hair,
Goes the taste of life’s sweet air,
Water’s shroud wraps around,
Beneath the surface not a sound,
Silent scream, body still,
End of life, end of will,
Spirit gone empty shell,
Made in heaven sent to hell,
Water enters stops my breath,
I struggle not I welcome death,
Imprisoned mind set to be free,
Last day on earth I will ever see,
River fast, river deep,
Peace at last eternal sleep.
Hope;
Don’t talk to me of man and gun,
How heroes stand and coward’s run,
Don’t talk to me of bombs that thud,
When hill and vale runs red with blood,
Don’t talk to me of lands and rights,
When bargaining down rifle sights,
Don’t talk to me of cannons roar,
When to me they all mean war.
Don’t talk to me of man and gold,
When people starve both young and old,
Don’t talk to me of planes and cars,
When people sleep beneath the stars,
Don’t talk to me of styles of hair,
When children walk with feet so bare,
Don’t talk to me of who shall lead,
When to me they all mean greed,
Don’t talk to me of speed and haste,
When industry spills toxic waste,
Don’t talk to me of how luck is dealt,
When polar caps begin to melt,
Don’t talk to me of pop star bands,
When people speak by using their hands,
Don’t talk to me of drugs you buy,
When to me it means someone will die,
Don’t talk to me of stocks and shares,
When one mistake can cost careers,
Don’t talk to me of merchandise,
When children labour for a bowl of rice,
Don’t talk to me of independence rule,
When ethnic cleansing is unjust and cruel,
Don’t talk to me of persecution,
When it leads to execution,
Don’t talk to me of race and creed,
When bone shatter and flesh does bleed,
Don’t talk to me of holy wars,
When innocence die for cause,
Don’t talk to me of religious ideal,
When bodies lay beneath piles of steel,
Don’t talk to me of self sacrifice,
When life is worth more than the roll of a dice,
But talk to me of family love,
Of your lord god and heaven above,
And talk to me of how to trust,
The confidence to share one’s crust,
And talk to me of peace on land,
With fellow man hand in hand,
And talk to me of how to cope,
When to me it all means hope.
You can take the man out of Norfolk but you can't take the Norfolk out of the man.
Worked like a charm. Although I imagine the trees would be sad to discover just how rudely I had desecrated their corpses... Hmm.
X-D 
