MY THUNDER QUEEN

In the eyes of thunder she rode into the stella winds

far away from from minds eye til them lights went dimmed

on her journey through the night she promised to hold on true

til the days came she didnt feel so blue

now each storm she rides again my thunder queen holds tight

not aware of darkness or any hidden frights

til those days of sadness wither til not in sight

blink and you will miss her my thunder queen loose sight

dam now i have missed her perhaps one day she will return

until that day i see her again i will sit and burn

burning oh so brightly into the the hidden light

perhaps she will see me and our fires will unite

THE PRISON BOY

THE PRISON BOY CAME HOME ONE DAY TO FIND HIS GIRL HAD GONE AWAY

AND WHEN HE ASKED THE REASON WHY WITH THESE FEW WORDS SHE DID REPLY

IF YOU LEAD AN HONEST LIFE I WILL SURELY BE YOUR DARLING WIFE

BUT AS YOU LED A LIFE OF CRIME THEN GO FAR AWAY AND DO YOUR TIME

SO THE PRISON BOY WENT OUT ONE NIGHT AND GOT HIMSELF INTO A FIGHT

WHEN OUT HE PULLED HIS STANLY KNIFE HIS FINAL SENTENCE WAS HIS LIFE

FAR AWAY IN HIS CELL THE PRISON BOY RANG HIS BELL

AND WHEN THEY THEY CAME THEY FOUND HIM DEAD AND ON HIS HEART A NOTE THAT READ

DIG MY GRAVE AND DIG IT DEEP AND LAY RED ROSES AT MY FEET

AND ON MY HEART A TURTLE DOVE TO SHOW THE WORLD I DIED FOR LOVE

SO ALL YOU GIRLS OUT THERE BE TOLD A PRISON BOYS HEART IS MADE OF GOLD

SO IF YOU FIND ONE TRAT HIM TRUE BECAUSE A PRISON BOY WILL DIE FOR YOU

THIS WAS WRITTEN ON THE CEILING OF MY CELL MANY YEARS AGO I MEMORISED IT AND NEVER FORGET IT SO NICE RESPECT TO WHO EVER WROTE IT

choice 2 simply because any one can make mistakes when times are rough and we can fall down even at times when we dont appear to be trying we still want to better ourselves if the world looses faith in them people what hope do they have because they are the chosen few and sometimes this world forgets they exist everyone deserves more than one chance dont forget some of them hit drugs and drink because its a coping mechanism some do it to forget most of the people i met when i was homeless was artists and musicians i used to be a confident blood delivery driver everyone smiled at me then i was on streets in complete spinal spasm and the world tarnished me as no good its sad really how fast the world can judge these people not all deserve to be out there

to many fakers on dating apps and love isnt ment to be found its ment to be felt and experienced like you see them as the only person in room when rooms full chance encounter where to soulmates instantly click