Sunday, May 26, 2013. In memoriam Drummer Lee Rigby. Just out for a walk after an early stack. Not looking for trouble, not watching my back. Mothers with prams holding hands with their kids. Not paying attention to the car as it skids. Caught completely off guard not expecting what comes. One man with a knife another with guns. No chance of defence no chance to fight back. Looking for help as the cowards attack. An angel arrives as the light turns to grey. A woman attempts to steer attackers away.

Saturday, 9 December 2006. My heart cannot accept less. Determined to be remembered past my death. All these needs cause so much stress. Barely any time to catch my breath,. Above the clouds and past the sea. For that is the only way I will feel the caress. Of success across my chest. Go to my grave known as the best. Leave a trail of bodies known as the rest. And only then can I slow down. And find a smile within this frown. Put my feet up and my ass down.

Poetry is a catharsis of emotions. of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Saturday, 6 April 2013. For as long as I can remember, everybody who knew him told us that he was a great man.

Did I ever think that my earthly pleasures would be so deep or my rewards this side of heaven, so great? Filed under Daily Walk. FOR NOW, OR FOR ETERNITY? In other words, this is not our permanent address. Are we holding to our lifestyles loosely enough that we can be uprooted or repositioned, should God so choose for us? HIS GLORY AND JOY. What shall I hear from my Savior. When alone in His presence I stand.

Saturday, July 2, 2016. If he wanted me to believe in him,. He would enter by my door. In the way that looking at things teaches. But if God is the flowers and trees. And hills and sun and moon,.