Greatest days

Take me back
To that time of innocence,
Eating Thunder Cat crisps
Drinking Shandy at twenty pence

Always having to go home
When it’s raining or gets dark,
And the only major choice
Was to go big or little park

Playing games for hours
Jumping off the swings,
Pretending it doesn’t hurt
When it really really stings

Scaling the massive slide
First up to the top wins,
Sliding back down on our back
Next time on our shins.

No health and safety padding
No soft cushion under our feet,
When we fell off a ride
We Smashed down on the concrete

The witches hat was mental
Clanging up towards the sky,
But it was the best thrill
Holding on or probably die

Kissing on the wooden benches
Or Playing forty, forty,
It was lively, noisy, and crazy
No-one had time to be naughty

Lads playing football
Girls giggling as they play,
Crushes came and went
Changing from day to day

Best friends forever
You never forget your mates,
Arguments came and went
No time for long term hates

Take me back to the endless days
Of having fun without a care,
The Memories wont be beaten
If I could choose, I would go back there.

Lay Me Down

A silent hymn swarms the senses
Sensations charged, bloods too swift
Memory poisoned, weary of pretences
With each sharp point a full body lift.

Awake fever cold, lips texture of slate
Rejects visual help, deny the sound
Bruises new, a pure circular shape
Flakiness of skin, ankles once bound

Real or a film of fiction
Inspect body, stifle a scream
Escape attempts creates harm friction
Lesions made, stain skin at the seam.

Dream of scenarios, body cuffed tight
Butterfly effect, wings have swung
A nightmare which overlaps the night
Sour taste to mouth, intrusion in lung

Cloaked a stranger, calls a name
Intimate outlines with empty stares
Swear words alluded through shame
Convulsing body pulls skin to tear.

Melt through sheets as sweat gives way
Escape plan hatched, float through floors
Arms stretched out to slink away
Reality bites down, home to four walls

Travel shift to outside ward
Undeniably a dream to recognise
A body concealed from open doors
Head slips to reveal the disguise.

Alive in bed or dead where I stand
A premonition gift, given to hear
Trust not to cry off a helping hand
An awakening lust, the minds clear

Fear defends the external choice
Bittersweet to white flag this race
For now someone else speaks my voice
Though the ceiling still reflects my face.

Chest tight by weight of heaving
Already howled the meltdown song
Truth hits quiet, no prizes for leaving
To dampen my mind, this is where I belong.

Summer Dreaming

Humming birds sing for joy of wing space

Nocturnals patriotic to the night

Echoes of insects chime in chorus and celebration

Night sky glows in agreement with the animations

Content with the environment natures contrived

Petals shine in a unison glee

Footprints of trawlers left with intent

Fluffed up feathers of seeds

Singing lightly on the wind

Driven on the aftermath of a light sky

Awaking a visual of innocence

Beauty in a morning of deceptive wonder