My collection of poetry, which is soon to be published... :pray:
Ex by CJSutcliffe, literature
Literature
Ex
It's over and done, the road has been too rough for far too long.
My weary bones and tired eyes weep to hear the final song.
Had me addicted to your poison, your love was my sweet heroin.
Injected into my soul and killing my life force thereon in.
Now I lie here peering to the sky buried under six feet of concrete and soil.
Never again to awaken to the world and never again to face such toil.
My best estimates were wrong on so many levels and now you have given proof.
And now I'm left here thinking of what a sucker I was, what a douche.
With no regard for anyone else you take the blade and tear out my beating broken heart.
Leaving m
What's the use when all hope is lost in the fire and the heat of the exchange? When bullets fly and people all shoot to kill, how can any a one heart learn or come around to such a simple cold hearted thing as love care and affection? If all one knows from the outset is hatred and lies, it's almost impossible to turn ones mind away from the detrimental side of life and focus on the positive sides of being human. Humans who can never be satisfied with who they are and are forever looking to build and expand, even if it means battling with both physical beings and their moral values, a battle of which can never be won. New beliefs and feelings
They've closed the west coast main line.
For all of tomorrow and tonight.
But never fear, for I'll be crossing the border.
After Monday mornings first light.
Leaving behind the light brigade.
Hopping across the great Roman wall.
No-one will stop me, no-one will know I'm gone.
They'll know where and when to make the call.
Across the defences and over the hills.
Cresting the peak of no return.
So far I've come, so far I've yet to go.
And still so much to learn.
To Glaswegian territory and onwards onto old mill bricks.
A daunting task made easy for me through time.
Englishman in Glasgow looking correctly out of place.
Burning like
Long days and nights on the toil.
Wrapping up gifts in fancy foil.
Dirty hands tell of a gruelling shift.
Work never done and through the shit he will sift.
To find that one gemstone that shines so bright.
It extracts the strongest sunshine day from the darkest bleakest night.
Then ships it 180 miles beyond the ancient wall.
To land upon the doorstep of the fairest of them all.
Yet that one time will never do, he is forever working.
To cement in stone his hopes and dreams to call off all the searching.
Proving an emotion so impeccably strong, that no-one can interfere.
Speaking his mind with such a voice he wishes the whole world c
One thousand wild horses and the burning flame.
The past was so terrible and the labour was to blame.
Whilst your dear sisters perished.
Your dearer fans cherished.
Until the 60's, when the end finally came
After a finale worth it's 15 guineas weight in gold.
Your employers made you redundant branding you as too old.
To the rescue the people came.
To preserve, run and maintain.
And over 41 years the legend again and again is retold.
As the 15 year silence is about to be broken by your voice.
The community of your followers can once again rejoice.
That the legend is born again.
Bursting through steam with her loyal men.
And round
Ask where the x goes.
On the line.
In the box
On the cheek of a lover
So near yet so far.
Far reaching
Near succeeding.
The times are a changing
Like they were the last decade.
What happened to us?
Were we deprived of our self belief?
Did socialism provide the cure?
Did conservatism take the core?
Did the left wing fight another loss?
Did the fat man to the far right attempt to be big boss?
Winston Churchill would be proud.
He'd see us fighting against all that is evil.
Just as his colonial forces did in the allied march.
Now those days are gone, and the opposite is suppressed
Their freedom is restricted, their pubs burned
Salute the night.
The night gives you money.
The night gives you freedom of expression
Stealth, anonymity.
Sing praises to the moon.
It reflects light upon your door.
It provides the beacon in the dark brightly shining
Since the year dot for evermore.
March through streetlight.
It gives you that vital piece of mind.
That you are alone, not being watched by eyes unheard.
Time to let go and unwind.
Marvel at the day sleepers.
Tell yourself you'll never be part of that crowd.
Slogging their guts out working their printless fingers to the bone.
Making their buck once the field is ploughed.
Stand in awe at the stars.
Bright as dia
Atrocite after disaster, guns bombing runs and endless siren drones.
Fill the ears of the people, of the visitors to the palace of hell.
No flashing blues or sounding twos are able to halt the juggernaut.
That is progression, depression, obsession, recession, deflation.
The coffers never fill and bottom out repeated times with the constant levels
Of taxation and correction, with the ability to do something good
But it lies unused, dead and broken by the side of the road
Waiting for the next time that the world turns to find the gold.
Waiting, toes are swollen, feet hot, mind buzzing with the modern lust for life
As it races paces and
Postcards From Far Away by CJSutcliffe, literature
Literature
Postcards From Far Away
Is it really so hard to love you this way?
Feelings getting stronger with every passing day.
I cannot believe you got me living this way.
Knocked me down to the bed where I lay.
All the time I got the right words to say.
Send them on a postcard from far away.
At night I sit and contemplate while I pray.
How I loved you nine hundred and ninety nine times today.
I'd so long to be with you if that's okay.
Simple words are not enough.
Longer distances are too much.
Trains in the night are passing by.
The lights ablaze lead me home.
Right behind the sirens drone.
Let the rivers of tears run dry.
Through the mountains the voice rings
You got a Black 5.
I got a ticket to anywhere.
Maybe we could make a deal.
Team up together and we'll get somewhere.
Mainline steams much better.
Start from zero, you got nothing lose.
Open her up and let her fly.
To Network Rail we got something to prove.
See the Cotton Mill has a problem
Recession hitting back that's just the way it is.
They said her body's too old for working.
Her body's too old to look like it is.
Past Time went down and left her.
Wandering cross the moors wondering what else she can give.
I said somebody's gotta take care of her.
Packed up out of work that's what I did.
You got a Black 5.
Is it powerful