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May 21, 2018 — Leave a comment

A lot of wisdom packed into this book.


Another Round Of Bullets

November 5, 2017 — 1 Comment



Sutherland Springs in Texas. Perhaps 27 men, women and children have lost their lives as they sat saying their prayers.

This is an act of evil. He will rot in hell. The souls of the deceased will live on in eternity. Another sad and tragic experience.

Water and Ice

July 29, 2017 — Leave a comment
I recall a short story I had written in school back in Scotland looking out of our window at the whirling snowstorm blanketing our streets, roofs and gardens. We were young. My teacher said we could reach for the stars. I questioned that statement.
It fell fast and hard as we threw snowballs at each other in the back green. We stopped and together the three of us made a snowman. Over five feet tall with chestnuts for its eyes and baby carrots for its lips. I was so uncomfortable, perspiring as a chilly wind blew through my thick wooly jumper specifically made to keep you protected from the elements.
When completed, I stepped back to admire my work. The snowman’s expression was not one of joy but fear. I rearranged the lips physically with my fingers turning them into a smile. But as the snow fell faster the expression changed once again and looking into the chestnut eyes of this inanimate object I knew there was nothing else I could do.
There was nothing he could do either. He had no brain, therefore no courage, no heart therefore no pulse, and regardless of my desire to alter this thing I could not change, I watched helplessly as its physical appearance morphed moment by moment into something I had not created. A thin crust of ice had formed around the body. There was nothing left but a large lumpy pile of snow as icy blasts shot through our garden.
And they told me I could be anything I wanted to be. That’s what the teacher said. Anything. Reach for the stars. And I guessed it was all a lie. I knew at the end there was one ultimate truth. Whatever we were here, we would all disappear, regardless of our understanding of love and hate.
I walked towards the snowman and systematically pulled it apart. I swiped, punched and kicked as the wind blew harder and the fierce biting wind attacked every fibre of my flesh. I crushed this thing until it was gone. The water was still water, the ice was still ice but the man was no more. Because, quite simply, he had never been in the first place.
I looked up at the dark grey clouds and felt thousands upon thousands of snowflakes swirling around me, melting on my lips and blinding my eyes. I was awake and I knew I was not dreaming. I knew I was alive and I knew in my heart I would be spending some extra time in space on this little planet.


December 18, 2015 — 1 Comment

It’s not the same I say
As I watch the rain pour down
A week before we celebrate
The birth of the Lord our Saviour.

In this clammy climate,
The killer humidity,
Where sandals
Shorts and tee shirts are the norm.

It’s not the same I say
On a grey old rainy day
It doesn’t feel like Christmas
When the sun is so unbearable
And it doesn’t feel like Christmas
When it rains.

Back as a kid
In a colder land
When the snow was timed to fall,
Waiting at the window
My heart beating fast,
I would watch with growing wonder
The grey sky growing darker
The snowflakes fluttering by
And the trees and streets and pavements
Turn brilliant white.

The window ledge accumulates
An inch or two of snow
So I grab my coat and scarf and run outside

Jumping from a step
Onto a frozen sidewalk
I slid with ease
Into the freezing powdery snow
I scooped it up between my hands
With all the kids, running around
Falling and laughing, and screaming
And rolling and tumbling,
And all was well
With the world.

Christmas Eve
As nighttime falls
We leave
And meet others
Standing outside the church
The snow still fluttering down
Lit up in yellow by the light from the old rusty lamps.

It was always exciting
Waiting for midnight during a chilly sermon
When the lights were dimmed and the candles glowed
And we all sang Still The Night.

What was I then, maybe ten?
I remember it like it was yesterday
Pulling the wrappers apart
And the sweet smell from the coal fire,
Choirs in the background
From the TV flickering
Images of Bethlehem
Images that became memories
Became embedded in my reality
And I want that reality
Back now.
More than anything.

They’re all gone
Mom, Dad, Grandmother, Aunts,
Uncles and neighbors
My living past.

My living present is yearning
For a past long time gone
There’s no mystery now
In the rain
And the sun

But maybe I should remember
A child was born to a virgin
All alone in a manger
The greatest mystery of all
Still remains.
And the reason for each moment
Will become clearer in my prayers
And that day will come when
I will see the snow again.


Safe Space

December 14, 2015 — Leave a comment

I step outside, breath in fresh air
The walls were closing in around me
I drag a chair to the lawn and sit right down
To drink my Earl Grey tea.

Slip out my diary from my trouser pocket
Swipe a fly, pick up the pen
I start by scribbling out the date
And whimper, not again.

It’s my birthday, it’s another one
The world’s still in a mess
Love is lost and hate is strong
And some could not care less.

They are the folk who sleep and wake
Up each brand new day
They go to work and come back home
And still have time to play.
And should you say to them, you think
The world is such a mess
They laugh and pour another beer
They just don’t want the stress.

An x – box and a mobile phone
Are held up like a God
And through those mindless little tools
They create their little worlds.

They praise themselves, they admire themselves
They’re hot, they’re sweet, they’re cool
Millennials can’t be criticized
Because that is somehow cruel.

If you did, or dared. they’d run away
To find themselves some space
Distance is the magic word
Far from the human race.

So what to do in this narcissistic world
Where we have no need for prayer
It means now we can love ourselves
We are idols, tread with care.

We are mortal, there’s no soul that lives
When our world at last stops turning
No rising on angelic wings
Or hell’s eternal burning.

Alas, for me I have a soul

Now on an earthly trip
The journey is eternal
This life is but a blip

Year by year another candle
Added to the cake
And my safe space welcomes those I love
And friendships yet to make.

Breath In Deeply

November 28, 2015 — 1 Comment

Seated on a wooden chair
Elbows on the table
Hands elevated cradling a mug
Of Columbian dark coffee
With a little more sugar
To lighten the mood

As the flickering images
From my bland H.D. T.V.
Tripped around the walls
And the voice from the newsreader
Painted with blush and mascara

Now running down her cheeks
Flipped her script over
And looked straight at the camera
Pretending she was looking at me
And said a nuclear device had been detonated
In Times Square
The third such incident in America that day
And I watched her scream spitting blood

As the picture cut off

And I laughed so loudly
Because I knew this would happen
I knew this would happen
I knew this was going to happen
I had always known this
Was going to happen

But nobody listened

Because nobody wanted
A world where
The truth conflicted with the shallow
Thoughts and expectations of a generation
Built on the hopes of material desire
Because deities were not marketable commodities

You had your wish granted
And God is gone
From your life

So breath in deeply

And scream

That way
You will not suffer
When your insides

Once home to a soul burns

The hollow screams

Will fade


Bedtime Thought

September 20, 2015 — Leave a comment

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.

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The Truth

August 30, 2015 — Leave a comment