Parts of me...

Part of me is sociable - the lies just ebb and flow
Part of me's negotiable- though most times it's a NO
Part of me is grinning- though I'm partial to a frown
Part of me's beginning- I'm already slowing down
Part of me's a big head- I need to be deflated
Part of me's quite well read- though my knowledge's rather dated
Part of me protests too much- I'll argue til I die
Part of me doth prefer Hutch- cos Stiller's rather dry
Part of me is childlike- will I ever grow?
And part me has got a plan
But most of me's for show

Part of me likes fruit and veg- fried with a Mars Bar
Part of me's on the edge- dont look down its rather far
Part of me is academic- P.P.E , at Ox(ford)
Part of me's without a blemish- due to the Botox
Part of me does like to rock-though not the climbing kind
Part of wont watch the clock-I'm always left behind
Part of me is on my own- wont see me take the fall
Part of me will never groan - my patience will enthral
Part of me is syllopsism- sub- concious ebb and flow
And part of has criticism
but most of me's for show

A Ballad of Time

Is it time that may choose what we do now,
For it runs on that very fine line?
Have you questioned the life that you fend for today,
Or do you lead this life just with signs?

With my hand on my watch I stare timing,
Those small seconds as breath leaves her lungs.
As those strangers pass by mouths ajar and appalled,
A girl only fifteen had died young.

How could days bring such hell in between lives so gracious?
It is fate that shows signs that should warn.
Should our lives be mixed up like ideas in dreams,
Should our deaths seem a shock or adorn?

See that moving red image which swifts past your eyes now,
Who'd of known what that haste could escort?
In that moment of chance his bike crossed it's vast path,
What you thought was a game's none the sort.

It's time the clock won it's last victim.
Time I walked on that day to commit,
Towards a point onwards where nothing exists,
I have walked to a place where times sit.

A ballad of a Mother’s love

The corrupt war has finally come here
You cannot get away from it all
The brutality, bloodshed are side effects here
I cannot let you suffer so small

My admirable baby boy Edward
With your chasteness and innocent eyes
When you smiles my great heart jumps and leaps in the joy
That you are only my little prize

For you to have to brave this atrocity
Brings huge sadness to my beating heart
To have childhood snatched violently from your grasp<
I will never let you have this part

However to release you from this pain
I would have to take your vulnerable life
Don’t worry we’ll be reunited in heaven again
Without all this stress and this strife

The arduous deed is finally done now
At last, you are belatedly free
To roam around in happiness and without any sorrow
And to be there to watch over me

PART of me

Part of me is really hype – I smile but do not laugh
Part of me is the nice type – that’s why I don’t have staff
Part of me is lonely – I have no friends at all
Part of me is only – only the one that’s tall
Part of me is success – I try but don’t achieve
Part of me is a mess – I don’t cry but I grieve
Part of me just wants love – but ends up getting hate
Part of me wants a glove – to hide a hand which holds fait