Ballad of Stockholm

He got put in a land of obsession
Was a boy who was taken from love
He was taken from warmth, he was taken from joy
Yet he felt all at peace like a dove

Twas a man who was desperate like most men
For an offspring who'd make him feel proud
He would love, he would care he would make sure he's there
Yet to take one was just not allowed

As he rushed through his hall with the baby
He already felt like going back
Twas a look in his eye, saw the baby just smile
Was his frown which did proceed to crack

Was the baby that gripped to his torso
He looked down saw the grin, saw the heart
It was right then he knew just what he had to do
He realised that he'd have to part

He was put in a land of obseesion
With illegitamate loving and care
He was glad to depart from his god awful mum
He would take any love going spare.

A Ballad of Hating To Love

She loved him like ice - Her heart would just melt
She didn't know her heart was to break
All those times she'd been hit with his belt
How much more of this was this young girl to take?

All this abuse and hurt was plain to see
A rollercoaster of love - all in her mind
He didn't love her but for her money
What made her think that he was once kind?

One day it all happened... So harsh and cold
He took out his knife and reach for her purse
She would get hurt - so she had been told
Would this of her lifetime be that one hurtful curse?

She screamed for dear life... pleaded to him
He didn't listen... it was just but a game
she cried and cried: "Please stop this Jim!"
He coldly replied: "You are to blame!"

So this one night she crept up to his room
no longer could she even think to pretend
All that was left was the scent of her purfume
Her heart was now permanently unable to mend

a ballad of hope and freedom

There was up high for no one to see
A cage within freedom was bound,
Down below was a mother who prayed
For it to break free and come down.

Outside her door there was a vengeful city
In there was guilt and childhood as one
She had nowhere to run and could not hide from sorrow
So she cried up to freedom, it’d gone.

Why wont you set me free lord just show me
What life should be like, even prevail
If war was peace and peace was war, what would I have?
It seems love is of no ones avail.

It seemed now that in this age of love hate
That the latter had now won, and it seems
That it always will do, “Satan has stolen me”
At that moment a bright light beamed.

Please do not fear, your worries will be gone
Freedom had broken from its very cage
But you wouldn’t grant freedom entry, it flew away
Never seen again, twisted with age.

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