1)Hear My CryCry and cry, till I dieCan you hear, I want you by meAs we used to playIn the long golden grass,My beautiful one. Long goneFour years, but still with mePlayed till state authorities sawAnd stole from us our life,Raped us for themselvesPersecuted us, we ran, not madTo escape their tether chains cellsFar away, beyond altitude.Past the blue sea yonderThrough Its whistling wash,Up away from those cliffsMoved all mountains,We are not mad to be accusedFast past the sun’s rays.So they would not find usBut they must have done.We still crying for one-anotherThis time too, in the cliffs,Can you hear my cry my call,Through the sun sand, ether.Can you hear me now, stillRinging in the silent wind,Through sun, sea and sandThe waves lapping, mingling wetOn the edge of the precipiceThe cliffs of blue yonder.
2)Without You Life a Burden
Living on the boat
Had been working on itFor the last three years,Tidying, and boat work.With more and more waterComing in, maintenance to do,Rubbish to take to far away bins.Water brought from even farther.Taps to go to, with vessels brought,Wood to collect and manage.Fruit to collect, fires make, Impossible to keep the cold out.Victuals on my back to collect, dreadful burden hurt,broke my back,life painful, Suffering sore, Rude people, out of their way to hurtShoulders down, authorities stole.,You, they gave nothing in return, their burden on my tiny frameDegraded and old years alone.All rude, all over London cruel,Shopkeepers security strangers,Cafe owners all causing troubleBecause London, a cold hard place.And life, aburden without you.With no-one by my side to while away the pass of time, nor help,No money, just me and your spirit.With me, we had to scavenge, to liveLike unmentionables, no money,It was finished or your people greedy took what was left.Not even welfare, they took that tooJob applications going nowhereWhile I’m trying to get you outof there the hospital with cops.Chasing us say we not allowed,To live, brainwash us into believingTheir deemed mental health illnessFor no reason a racist Nazi lies.Thinking you’re dead,Hurting while asking lawyer help,Nothing for us, you without,I should have stayed near you.4 years ago, our flat in Edinburgh,Near you now in Newcastle, but Hardly see you a year they after me Chase, lock me up for nor reasonThey make me think theives liesyou they may have moved you,State authorities burden,After burden doubled up in pain.My hair falling out, and going grey,since they stole you away,A shadow of my former selfAm nothing without you3)The Magic of WritingI write and write to arriveHoping these words get to you,In some magical way
Set it the paper heated, aflame.
To reach you via spiritual aspect
From the material of wood, carbon,
Ink, the natural elements.
To get it to you through my touch
To the other side of the walls,
Where you don’t belong,
There for no reason, keep you ill.
When you are not, and me away,
Under duress and threats,
State authorities, bullies enemies,
Demon nazi home wreckers’ hell.
And your people too, all are wrong
You are not mad, they are confused,
Between genius and madness,
Stalking abusing us to prove it.
So these words go our for you in air,
So reach your mind, sustain your soul,
To nourish you with love and Joy,
Through the pleasure of touch
Of ink on paper, symbolism from it.
All to touch your heart, your being
With that magical earth brush
To join us to the spirit of the world.
For we can make whatever we like
With our quill and ink, as it reaches out
To stain you, the world, beautifully,
To touch you, as what is wrongly denied
To us my love is returned restored.4)When you Were a Happy Teapot
As a wedding present we were given a tea-cosy,
And it makes me laugh and cry to think of you happy
Doing that little teapot dance, you in love with us,
To make tea whenever it took my or your fancy,
Even when it was my turn to, you did more than me.
Am being fair, and you or the powers that be,
Who took you away that night, that day, that morning,
Broke into our house and took our things too,
The demons of the state, and for no reason,
Decided that you were mad and locked you up,
For years, and where are our children, do not know,
How much of that cure-all tea we always drank,
Took you away covered in love energy, I told them no,
Locked up by the state, once just because t couldn’t sleep,
I didn’t know what to do anymore, ran away,
Then they even took you away from our boat,
The last four years l dream of you making teapot,
I’ll cry at anything, and even the sky, until I die,
Even if I never am allowed to see you again,
By the state demons and your people, regrets,
Because they came for you, and they got me too,
But ill always see you in a teapot and teacup.