Still to title with love.

Do you feel the heat before you are burnt.

Can you know a love before it’s mistaken.

For what you want, not what you’ve learnt.

Which was given time to settle and be calm.

Not restless with hidden thoughts.

To harm.


Country and Dylan..

Nashville Skyline… X

Taken outside My first flat only pic i had ..

Listening to nashville skyline now, I feel as fond for it as the first fireplace I had when I first bought it and loved it lot’s

In my second flat On Bingham Road in Sherwood Nott’s.

Thinking back to that flat, and the time and place when at 21 I felt so free.

When the girl in the top flat’s cat always came in my window and cuddled up with me.

And parked outside was my yellow T reg Citroen 2cv.

Listening to Nashville Skyline now evokes a happy memory.

Taking me back the 27 years to my flat with memories of smiles not frowns

(And my Saturday night shift in Brownes. 😊)

Oh well, i may think again.

Well fool me for a minute when things looked like we wore like minds.

When carried along with care and the thought that we all might share.

A common thread that would given time, unite us all, in one fair just fight.

Was shattered in the dark light as a glimpse of the evil of men.

Sinks me back into my former thinking again.

Sorry x

For Mitch and his type x

It’s not the same like minds or the same shared like times.

It’s invisible to the ordinary eye.

To everyone apart from those who feel it then they see it shine as bright.

As a brilliant setting sun reflecting off the sea.

Of course we like the same like minds, the precious shared times.

So much we may  be invisible to other ordinary minds.

The unspoken connect we feel that has no end.

That is silently thought and fully felt for a friend.

At least for a while x

This is for anyone feeling alone, anyone scared and facing a nothing.

This is for anyone or animal trapped, pacing with any hope missing.

This is to feel how they feel, in the hope that they know.

That we want to change it all so much so.

One day soon we can all sit and smile.

Well at least i can hope.

Well at least for a while……

For Spring to read when it get’s ears…….by Paul Roberts

One eye closed ;-( presents… 
The words these days lay heavy on my tongue

not like last week when I was young

I hope spring comes soon and with it my muse

Many more opinions I will blow my fuse

Don’t turn on the tv radio or read the paper

Things we took for granted saw them gone later

So many opinions so many misconstrued

So many hidden agendas beliefs egos bruised

Last years memes were full of hope

This years memes the hangmans rope

But in crowley tarot that means

A rebirth is on its way

Paul Roberts

Deep worry days.

Sometimes when a worry so deep sets out to stop you sleep.

You choose a play off 4 extra to stop the thought.

With headphone plugs close to your brain the fiction overrides and worry subsides.

Most times as you wake wrapped in a lead, trying to remember the plot of the play.

You can’t, so you can use the same play.

For another deep worry day.

I have listened to the first few minutes of a lot of plays.

Plays that helped me sleep.

On those deep worry days.