Its Not A Tale Its a True Story.......

 If you are ever on that border
Its very treacherous to be in such a place
Lots of courage, bravery is shown
By the men that guard that pass
Yes the scenery is one thing
But duty another
It was 24 hour stint up and down
Guarding and guarding keeping the foe away
One sole man lost his footing
He fell into very icy water
Alas it was so high up
They could not get to him in time
Its said that his spirit led them
Led them to where he was
Since then he has manifested time and time again
To help and guide the men there patrolling
Its a true story
Won´t say any more a beautiful narrative
Telling us there is more than just this life.

The image is to honour that said soldier who still keeps guard in the Nathulian Pass flowers are sweet almond blossoms. Nuff said.xxx

Old Tattered Little Girls Coat......

 She holds that coat
Coat that she wore on that day
When they managed to tear her Mother away
The broken pieces of her Mom´s efforts
To keep a hold of her daughter
It was the last time
Last time they ever saw each other
All she was able to keep
Was that little coat of when she was small
She lets the tears flow 
Flow for they know not of time or space
All of her life looking for her Mom
Hoping that she might be alive
But everytime she sees the old railway tracks
That went to a certain place
A cold shiver runs up her spine
Even though it was such a long time ago
The World never stops
But for the people that were there
For those that were there they know
She prays that her Mother is at peace
Hugging that now wreck of a coat
Those cold icy railway tracks
They are still there
With the millions of memories yet to be told.

In loving memory.xxx nuff said.xxx

 

 

Esta sentada en su cuarto
Sin calor, sin nada
Mas que un abrigo que llevó
Que llevo aquel día
Aquel día que su Madre
Se afferó al abrigo de élla
Los soldados la llevarón lejos de ahí
En un tren lleno de miseria
De cuentos que nunca se contarán
Si, la niña creció
Pero siempre con esa memoria
Que nunca se borrará
Cuando agarrarón a su Mamá 
Peor trato élla nunca había conocido
Hasta ese maldito día
Llora élla porque nunca mas le volvió a ver
Los railes de ese lugar
Cubiertos y congelados de nieve
Llevan y contienen historias 
Contienen historias que el mundo
El mundo tendría que saber
De todo el sufrimiento llevado
Y nadie ha aprendido
Y nadie ha aprendido.

La flor es un simbolo de todo el coraje el valor de esos millones de personas.
Ella no dice mas nada mas que eso.xxx

Hard Working, Lovely Colours, A Teaspoon Of.......

 About the size of the top part of your little finger
Brown and honey coloured stripes are theirs
Transparent wings takes them to things
Things that they linger on
Linger on and pause too
Its part of their work
Sometimes makes an audible sound
Whether in the air or on the ground
Will never hurt you 
Never hurt unless you harm them
She smiles to herself 
When she sees them
Up until last December they were there
Flying in and around the air
Their whole life they give us
Pollinating all the flowers they can find
Altogether and in a measure
A tablespoon of honey
Comes from a lifespan of daily grind.

Too Much Too Soon, No Warning Given.........

 The year before last
A lot of shadows were overcast
Before she went into an almost total burnout
She was hearing about the floods
Floods that came without warning of any kind
It took and destroyed on all infinite levels
Today now in the year 2026 
People do  not forget
They cannot do so because of the way it happened
The way it all came about
Now all over this country 
This country is still trying to help
Those people who lost everything
She always had a gut feeling about this one
And other people felt it too
It was not like natural stuff you know
When she started to get better
Which was pretty soon
Things were still very hot about that event
Her own opinion stays here with her
But her opinion is what others think too
All of a sudden you felt connected 
To other countries as well
That have suffered so much
Only an open heart can and be in touch
With the high waves of emotions
All that has been going on
Allowing stability in an open heart
All peace and calm to overflow
Into a protecting light around us 
For it to never happen again 
May it all be so
So be it, so be it.

Happy New Year To My Grandad.....

 Its really difficult to write 
To write about someone you never ever knew
I am still seeing you there in that photo
Of course in black and white
Your eyes are blue I can tell that
All I have ever heard about you
Is that you fought in the War
Was brought back with injuries
Injuries to your lungs
Very badly scarred from the gas
Never able to work again
Apart from there being no pension
No pension it seems for one
Who ended up giving into that dreadful illness
No money for a funeral
Need I have to say anymore?
Amy had to work from dawn till dusk
It also made her very worn out
No proper food right up until in the ´50´s
I cannot wonder how it all must have been
But you were one of the soldiers
One of the soldiers that never got seen
However I am just seeing that photo again
You were one of the millions best ever been.

This Grinch Is Not A Synch........

 There he is again
The Grinch himself to pinch
To pinch all the joy 
All the joy he can out of everyone
He thrives when people are sad an down
Watch out he is there an about
Clinging to those who are nice an happy
Those who have no feeling of lack
He is waitin for the moment
For all the Christmas lights to go pop
Its his work you see
Trying to affect you an me
Where it is all dark an grey
He The Grinch is on his way
To stoke up those sad an down feelings
So just say to him BOO its Christmas
To scare him off
An we can all have a good laugh
At least an albeit one moment of the day.

Remembering My Gran.....Not Sayin Any More Than That......

 She was not a woman of her time
Always ahead in a lot of things
I might not have agreed with all that
With a mind sharper than most would think
Living in a very difficult area
Where the fog prevailed in winter
It had other kinds of problems too
Like other people following my sister home
In the very dark of the night
There was scarcely any light
Me being very small
Was in my Grandmother´s house
Being quite used to other people 
Following my sister home
She would quickly open the door
The front door with all the swirling thick fog
Entering in like thick smoke
Behind my poor sister would very often come
Some unknown stranger and stand right 
Right on the front doorstep
Saying I am her boyfriend
I was seeing all that happen in real time
My Grandmother without uttering a word 
Would slam the front door right in their very face
And they would come round no more
Its something you just don´t forget
I too had those kind of things happen
When I was now growing more
But I would just say no
And that me mates is my encore.


PS:This really happened they would often follow her to the very front doorstep of my Gran´s house saying that they were her boyfriends.
Alas my Gran did not have time for such kind of thing an slammed the front door right in their face.
If she were here right now she would do exactly the same thing as then there was no messing around with her.
All that happened when I was very small now the story has grown very tall.