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When I’m  all alone and dreamy that’s when I start to hear the silence. 

Not absolute, it never is, but quiet enough to have a think. To shut my eyes and have 40 winks. 

The silence washes over me like a warm mug of tea and I sit in my armchair and just stare and just be.

At that moment I am as one with the earth and have disappeared to a land with no noise or fear a land with no tears.

I feel nothing only that I belong and am part of the silence. Part of something big but alas something short lived

When children cry and governments lie why does no one ask why?

Why do we bomb, kill and fight? Why has the world  not seen the light? Why do countries want to show their might and prove to the world their way is right. Yet they don’t really care about our plight and keep on acting out of spite. Claiming we might sleep safely in our beds at night.

The threat of nuclear bombs with which they can’t fight and awestruck pictures from far of lands showing the destruction that’s in their hands. Previous wars to end all wars Yet still come shock and awe.  

Peace is the only way that we will all live out our days. And all religions will give praise. Peace is why our children live and peace is only theirs to give. No colour, no religion and no belief is powerfully enough to be a thief and steal away the world of peace. 

Yet as we write of loving thy foe, bombers are given the word to go. Bringing terror to our screens this war thing must be in our genes. 

Put down your guns and bombs and shells and all the beliefs that cause us hell . Put then away so we might live and love again and forgive for we are all but one. 

Members of the human race regardless of our skin and face. Stop your fighting and meet and embrace and let peace prevail.

Long and short thick and thin made of metal and tin fixed blade and folding; mass produced or hand made. First it’s out then it’s in no fuss no din.

Home made or bought from a store shiney new or used before. One lunge and they knock you to the floor.

The knife is a common weapon we all have mums and dads rockers or chavs. Eating, cutting, sawing, gnoring, all the things a knife was ment to be. Now, these are used for killing you and me.

But it is not the knife that kills and mains and life it drains but the person who used it and what was there intent. Were they carrying it for their job or just cos they are hell bent on being a yob.

It’s cheap it’s available and is disposable the weapons of choice to defend your self,  no guns do we carry; no ritual Swords to send us to our Lord but the knife that puts out life is rife.

I see the children starving and thin so weak their little bodies make no din. No harvest to collect no cattle to bring in just baron land dust and sand.

Disease gets a grip while they are a kip. Another child lost to famine another family takes a hit.

They come to blight you, why would they fight you kill all your men oh what will stop this war?  This famine this hurt what can we do to stop death being a dead cert.

Food comes on the back of a truck, rice and water with any luck. Yet your government accept no blame as they carry on this killing game. Still buying their guns and planes.

The world is not listening nor does it care, after all, we are not there. One third of the world eats two thirds of the worlds food, it’s not fair why can’t we share. So, we don’t see the little children with their death stare the one on the telly showing their despair.

Soon you hope the rains will come and so new shoots can yield a crop and no more children will Sercombe

We are all human and share basic dreams, we all know what your loss means, but we are too busy eating our greens and showing the world how mean we can be. It’s not one person, it’s up to us all the counties government, the gun sellers, you and me yes one and all.

When daylight fades into the night, shade and shadows cast a long hue across the ground and all there is to rock the senses is sound. This is where the night comes with a bound.

The love smitten teenagers kiss and the bark and whine of the hounds break the air. Chasing things that are not there. The cold breeze cuts the air with a freezing bite as storm flies fight and dance under the neon streetlight.

Headlights from cars are just coming on as they zoom past and fade out of sight. The sun has all but disappeared and lost all its heavenly might.

Finally, the darkness closes and its once again night. Only the signs of artificial light fill my line of flight. Kebabs to the left busses to the right follow the path until they are out of sight.

My home beckons as I stumble to the right finally reaching sanctuary from the foreboding night. My key is in the lock and with a lurch I’m in the dock, checking the time, it’s 6 o’clock.

The house is warm and smells of you and all the good times with our children and me and you. But no love fills this room, no more intimate moments in front of the fire lit by the moon.

Make some food then off to bed another night without you I dread. I go to sleep with visions of you running through my head.

Green grass and cricket pitches, football goals and rugby posts. Our local park where loads of cars park their occupants enjoying a lark down on the grass amongst the trees covered in bark.

Bordered by trees that change colour in the autumn and throw down their conkers for children to collect and thread on to laces and bash at five paces.

Lakes with swans and ducks and Canadian geese choosing here for their holidays instead of Grease. Children feeding the birds with lettuce, oats and grapes cut into thirds. Onto the next lake with fishermen; dogs running on leads and cages of plants that look like reeds people on bikes and toddlers on trikes circle the lake in take.

Then to the boats so colourful and neat all the children paddling trying for to not let their boats meet.

The playground is full of young and old whether its sunny or braving the cold, climbing and swinging and hanging too, then off to the ice cream van to see what’s new. 99’s and ice lollies, cans of pop and cornets and cornettoes all kinds of sauces red, green and blue. Sprinkles and a flake the ice cream taste was worth the wait.

On to the colourful bouncy slide, leaving our shoes and socks to the side. Up to the top we must climb then bounce down the slope three at a time.

Then it’s time to leave this paradise where everything seems so tranquil and nice. Past the runners of all ages and size some trying to trim fat off their thighs. Now back to the car to drive home alone refreshed from our day at the park in our town.

 

Wind blowing, waves rippling with low light on the peaks of the water which laps at the side as the ripples spread out wide. Moorhens and coots: swans and mallards swim to feed on what morsels we have to delight.

Back and forth the mallards go with and against the ebb and flow. The swan so graceful and white floats on the water as calm as a kite, diving for fish and any scrumptious delight.

The wind gets stronger the waves start to rush now the pigeons have arrived and are making a fuss. No bread we have to feed the birds just oats in a pot to save their world.

People sit on the bench watching the world pass watching the birds and the waves. The serenity of the lake they crave. Greens and yellows and browns and blues young girls and boys in colourful shoes.