I swore I never would forget,

How you and I sang sweet duet,

With sunlight in our lives, but yet,

We still were parted !

Dispite the sorrow no regret,

Dispite the pain there is no debt.

But carved in stone the epitaph,

Died broken hearted.

In the courting I lost your hand,

Lost my mind when I was banned.

Now I reside in fairyland,

A place uncharted,

I was shattered like old porcelain,

And I could never smile again,

Dayze of wandering insane,

Wheeled and carted.

No circle closed to understand,

My fatherhood held on remand,

All my tears have turned to sand.

Im broken hearted.

           Without.      

Without support of a woman

And without the love of a child.

A man will forever be roaming.

A male will forever be wild.

Without the warmth of a homestead,

Without the hope of tomorrow.

In solitude he makes his bed

And covers himself with sorrow.

Without a cause for his duty

And without a feild to be ploughed

He canot know truth or beauty

Untill he submits to be bowed.

            Marrage.   

Dont get married mate

you sign away your life.

She may start out as your lover

But she ends up as the wife.

You can be a lion tamer

Or a soldier with a gun

But steer clear of marrage mate

Getting hitched uo aint no fun.

Ohh its fine when your romancing

Coz she plays the maiden fair,

Your her knight in shineing armore

Her dashing debonair.

Then her love is quite eternal

For you are her sun and moon.

But wait untill your shackled down

And she sings a different tune.

Your a moldy couch potato

With a penchant for the booze

And she soon begins to degrade

Every thing she saw in you,

And she takes with shrill complaneing

Every penny that you earn

And them denies you cigerets

Coz it Her money that you burn.

So dont get married mate,

 Its very poorly paid

You start out lord & master

 But you end up as the maid

Be a dareing great white hunter

Or assassin with garrot

But steer clear of marrage mate

It is a female plot.!!!!

Have you seen her in the morning

With her foundation on.

With that hairnet and old baggy tights.

Wonder where her good looks gone.

Then she needs a little loveing ,

To be told that she looks great,

Before she burns your breakfast

Slapping oatmeal on a plate.

And she treats you like her daddy,

Sits herself upon your knee,

So she can get you all involved

In her mothers misery.

You have to solve her problems

And you better not complane.

Or else she starts shrill screeching

And  discovers a migrain.

So dont get married mate,

You will wish that you were dead,

When she grunts at you each morning

As she rolls out of the bed.

Be a spaceman, be a cowboy,

Undertaker.!!Write in verse.

But steer clear of marrage mate.

It is my family curse.  

(this poem was inspired my  l. rosselson)  

           Reborn.

Im reborn, I am whole,

Im compleat, still alive.

Iv returned from a vally

Where few have survived.

Where I ranted and raved

Chewed holes in the bit

As I serched for something

Or someone to hit.

I hated my lover,

My sister my wife.

To hell with all women

Who`v fucked up my life.

I was beaten and bound

Then nailed to the door,

I was leaking so badly !!!

"Cry pity no more"

But the night stole my sobbings

As I suffered alone

And I gibbered in madness

Before an old crone.

I staggered in sadness

Without a true home.

The rain was companion,

The wind was true friend.

I imbibed my salt tears

That flowed without end.

But feet found a footpath

That my eyes could not see

And I crested the high peak

Of mount misery.

I was barly, green gold.

I would not be destroyed.

Like wild river I rose

Bringing life to the void.

When I fell on my side,

I covered the earth.

As I entered the mound

I prepaired for re-birth

The Vally.

Deep within dry desert sands,amidst hard heat and jagged rocks.

Discovered I an Emerald land, undisterbed by a hidden loch.

Chains of foothills formed either side,meeting where they merged with mountain.

Twas there beneath the ravens glide,that I found the fabled fountain.

I quested for the "Morragan" and for the chalace that she kept.

To put to rest my sorrows and awaken hero that had slept.

No tounge relates or can concive perfection of my paradice.

Where sun and moon together weave salvation for my sacrifice.

Rising through the tufts of heather and flowing orr damp downy grade.

Here my springhead of endeviour.My source of valor undismayed.

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