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One day a man upon the shore thought of his life as a bore.This horrified him to the core and then he became an Anarchist.Now his life is full of fun and he is no longer on the run.His concience is clear he can rest or work ,he knows his life is not cloak,dagger or dirk ,but one fullfilled with the joy of being free and at one ,with you the animals and me. At last he said I am totally free to live and work and help the world be like me. An Anarchists Diary.
Absent
Upon a time there was a man
who lived far away from all.
He led a life that was so grand
and fires blazed in his halls.
But now those fires have all but gone
and the halls lie silent and bare.
and though we wait with baited breath,
the silence that lingers, unfair.
one day he shall return they say,
and fires will burn again.
Good food will eat and wine will drink,
all of his merry men.
Hope
If all else fails,hope prevails.
and if your in luck it may tip the scales.
All you have to do is beleive.
No Regrets
Come my little friend lets wine and dine..
For tommorow you shal mine.
Your freedom will be brought to a timely end.
For I will send you to the gallows high.
For an evil man you have been.
As many present here have seen.
You have so wrongly taken many a life.
Even that of your pretty wife.
You may repent but it shall be late.
For you will never cross St. Peters gate.
It is time to pay for all the wrong that you have done.
At last an end to all your fun.
So with your maker make your peace.
And be prepareed for your final bed of fleece .
Your bed and resting place shall be grand.
The prettiest in alll the land.
A little thanks for your last days of grace.
so hither and leave this pretty place.
Forgive me
Dear God forgive me for all my wrong.
But not before I finish my bong.
All that I have done was just in fun.
Even getting that pregnant nun.
The wrong that I did was not in malace,
including spitting on the guard outside Buckingham Palace.
You see an anarchist I am.
.Even though some think of me as a bam.
Except of course my good friend tam.
Fun and games I ve had galore.
And now i think Id like some more.
And just before I confess all my wrong,
I think I ll have another bong.
So please forgive me for all my sins.
Im just going to rake the wheelie bins.
Life has been good but I ve been bad.
I suppose I ve been a bit of a Jack the Lad.
So if i die and go to Hell tonight.
I think I d give old Satan a fright.