His Lullaby My Prayer

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick don't burn all your candle wick.

Distant Light, Distant Night,

First love on a winters night,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Live this dream I dream tonight.

Beautiful Dreamer,

May angels watch over you,

I'll come to your window,

And watch your golden slumber,

I see you there crying for the world,

Hush my baby,

Sleep.

Dream,

All things bright and beautiful,

This little light of mine,

Oh how you let it shine,

It feels better than love,

It's larger than life,

Love.

Let's fly away,

Live amongst the clouds,

Rain down our love,

Come be my dream,

This my evening prayer,

Your little lullaby,

I'll sing every night,

You'll lay down your head,

And as you sleep,

I'll blow out the moon,

And tuck in the sun,

Lay down your head,

I'll sing your lullaby,

My prayer.

His Lullaby My Prayer

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick don't burn all your candle wick.

Distant Light, Distant Night,

First love on a winters night,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Live this dream I dream tonight.

Beautiful Dreamer,

May angels watch over you,

I'll come to your window,

And watch your golden slumber,

I see you there crying for the world,

Hush my baby,

Sleep.

Dream,

All things bright and beautiful,

This little light of mine,

Oh how you let it shine,

It feels better than love,

It's larger than life,

Love.

Let's fly away,

Live amongst the clouds,

Rain down our love,

Come be my dream,

This my evening prayer,

Your little lullaby,

I'll sing every night,

You'll lay down your head,

And as you sleep,

I'll blow out the moon,

And tuck in the sun,

Lay down your head,

I'll sing your lullaby,

My prayer.

The Most Beautiful Moment In My Life...

This is a true story, but names have been changed for privacy reasons...

I was 14, I was unsure of myself, and I was immature. I had friends, two great friends in fact Lily and Hope. They were both great girls, they both liked a bit of drama like any 14 year old girl. There would be fall outs and bust ups. Me and Lily would argue a lot, but we knew really that we loved each other (and are still best of friends now). 

We were okay at school I wasn't there a lot, and when I was there I would be a bit on the bad side. But Lily and Hope still knew I was just an idiot and loved me for it. We were hung up with things like boys, and getting wasted at the weekend (like most British teenagers). 

Hope was a great girl, she was confident, fun and a good friend and had a big heart when she wanted to. And Lily was also all of the above. They were both very Intelligent also. Everyday after school would finish we would leave school and go to Hope and Lily's for them to get changed before we would go off and do something pointless like sit on a bench for hours. I couldn't go home because I lived too far from school. So this was just a normal day like any other. We causally walk up to graces house, happy as could be for a normal afternoon.

Now Hope's family were a bit different, and her parents should be commended for there ability to love. And through it all they both had sight problems. Both were basically blind. 

Now personally I would think it horrible to be blind like most. But her parents never seemed angry about it, in fact her mother always spoke in such a soft nice warm tone, as though talking to a child, but it was never patronising. Don't get me wrong things weren't perfect they obviously had arguments like most families etc.

Anyway on this day me, Lily and Hope arrived on Hope's doorstep. Hope went in and her mum was there in the corridor waiting for her. She looked very happy, like a child on Christmas morning there was a sparkle about her. She was a bit excitable, and she explained to us how she had been given some new glasses by the NHS..And that these glasses had made it so she could see slightly, especially close up.

So she then turns to her daughter Hope, who remember is 14 years old, and says, "come closer, Hope" and grace is a bit confused but shuffles closer. And as she gets quite close in her mum turns to her and says "This is the first time in 14 years I have been able to look at my daughters face properly!" 

At this moment me and Lily are a blubbering mess, this was a moment that two 14 year old's were not prepared for. It was like a blessing to be allowed to see such a warm and loving moment. And still to this day I remember it, it may be blurry with time, but its there warm in my heart. As the moment I learnt a lot more about life and love. 

How must this woman have felt to finally see her daughter properly after 14 years. It was probably one of the greatest days of her lives. And I would like to thank her for that moment, because no matter what even in the midst of all that teenage angst, I could still stop to recognise a moment of pure happiness. So perhaps those out there who have yet to feel a moment of pure happiness, perhaps they will never. Perhaps they treat others with hate and discrimination perhaps it's because they haven't had a beautiful moment to keep them in place ad remind them that beauty can be found in the most unexpected of places, at the most unexpected of times. And hopefully one day they will be blessed. 

So when Hope steps into someone's vision and you see that, then remember that Hope exists around you whether it exists in your current moment or not. It will come even if it takes 14 years.

The Most Beautiful Moment In My Life...

This is a true story, but names have been changed for privacy reasons...

I was 14, I was unsure of myself, and I was immature. I had friends, two great friends in fact Lily and Hope. They were both great girls, they both liked a bit of drama like any 14 year old girl. There would be fall outs and bust ups. Me and Lily would argue a lot, but we knew really that we loved each other (and are still best of friends now). 

We were okay at school I wasn't there a lot, and when I was there I would be a bit on the bad side. But Lily and Hope still knew I was just an idiot and loved me for it. We were hung up with things like boys, and getting wasted at the weekend (like most British teenagers). 

Hope was a great girl, she was confident, fun and a good friend and had a big heart when she wanted to. And Lily was also all of the above. They were both very Intelligent also. Everyday after school would finish we would leave school and go to Hope and Lily's for them to get changed before we would go off and do something pointless like sit on a bench for hours. I couldn't go home because I lived too far from school. So this was just a normal day like any other. We causally walk up to graces house, happy as could be for a normal afternoon.

Now Hope's family were a bit different, and her parents should be commended for there ability to love. And through it all they both had sight problems. Both were basically blind. 

Now personally I would think it horrible to be blind like most. But her parents never seemed angry about it, in fact her mother always spoke in such a soft nice warm tone, as though talking to a child, but it was never patronising. Don't get me wrong things weren't perfect they obviously had arguments like most families etc.

Anyway on this day me, Lily and Hope arrived on Hope's doorstep. Hope went in and her mum was there in the corridor waiting for her. She looked very happy, like a child on Christmas morning there was a sparkle about her. She was a bit excitable, and she explained to us how she had been given some new glasses by the NHS..And that these glasses had made it so she could see slightly, especially close up.

So she then turns to her daughter Hope, who remember is 14 years old, and says, "come closer, Hope" and grace is a bit confused but shuffles closer. And as she gets quite close in her mum turns to her and says "This is the first time in 14 years I have been able to look at my daughters face properly!" 

At this moment me and Lily are a blubbering mess, this was a moment that two 14 year old's were not prepared for. It was like a blessing to be allowed to see such a warm and loving moment. And still to this day I remember it, it may be blurry with time, but its there warm in my heart. As the moment I learnt a lot more about life and love. 

How must this woman have felt to finally see her daughter properly after 14 years. It was probably one of the greatest days of her lives. And I would like to thank her for that moment, because no matter what even in the midst of all that teenage angst, I could still stop to recognise a moment of pure happiness. So perhaps those out there who have yet to feel a moment of pure happiness, perhaps they will never. Perhaps they treat others with hate and discrimination perhaps it's because they haven't had a beautiful moment to keep them in place ad remind them that beauty can be found in the most unexpected of places, at the most unexpected of times. And hopefully one day they will be blessed. 

So when Hope steps into someone's vision and you see that, then remember that Hope exists around you whether it exists in your current moment or not. It will come even if it takes 14 years.

Loves Real But I Don't Believe In It

Lay me down, in a bed of roses. 

Will I feel the thorns or the petals?

Spending life searching for something you like to call beauty.

Living in fear of the ugliness.

I could pretend that the rose has no thorns,

I could imagine Beauty,

We can fill a room with light but there will forever be a shadow,

If love could speak what would it say?

If love could travel the distance, how far could it go?

Would Love be a poet?

Would love be riding on the crest of a wave in the moonlight 

Or the belly of a beast in battle?

Loves Real But I Don't Believe In It

Lay me down, in a bed of roses. 

Will I feel the thorns or the petals?

Spending life searching for something you like to call beauty.

Living in fear of the ugliness.

I could pretend that the rose has no thorns,

I could imagine Beauty,

We can fill a room with light but there will forever be a shadow,

If love could speak what would it say?

If love could travel the distance, how far could it go?

Would Love be a poet?

Would love be riding on the crest of a wave in the moonlight 

Or the belly of a beast in battle?

Dreams Are Just A kiss Away

All your dreams are just a kiss away...Can you move that mountain...So I can see, can we catch the moon and wrap it up with love, will it still glow for us? Pick up that pillow and lay down ur head...whisper in my ear, and if the words don't tell me you love me, and if the night won't hold us as one...Now there is nothing left that can love me...
Falling out of reach, and I want you to know, I couldn't let go. And I want you to see, that I wear my heart on my sleeve.
And I want you to know I can't let go...

Dreams Are Just A kiss Away

All your dreams are just a kiss away...Can you move that mountain...So I can see, can we catch the moon and wrap it up with love, will it still glow for us? Pick up that pillow and lay down ur head...whisper in my ear, and if the words don't tell me you love me, and if the night won't hold us as one...Now there is nothing left that can love me...
Falling out of reach, and I want you to know, I couldn't let go. And I want you to see, that I wear my heart on my sleeve.
And I want you to know I can't let go...

You Created Paradise...

Paradise is a part of you...

Paradise is never Lost...

Paradise is Part of you

You created Paradise...

Paradise is a beautiful word. The word is the best word in my opinion for making a person happy. The word paradise means a different thing for every person. Some see paradise in love, some through money some simply as a tropical island surround by beautiful people. My paradise changes from day to day, so i guess my paradise is not yet defined as I am a person am still nowhere near knowing myself. 

By using the word paradise you instantly offer someone the opportunity to delight in their desires mentally at least for a second. It brings you to your happy place, and that is where we should always be, but can't, well can't for most people.

But I believe paradise is the extent to which our brain can connect with our needs, wants and emotions, I believe it is a representation of these three things. So when a person delves into their own paradise, they see a version of themselves in the way there imagination see's them as a person, there goals, there ambitions. So in my opinion paradise is found through it's creator...You.

You Created Paradise...

Paradise is a part of you...

Paradise is never Lost...

Paradise is Part of you

You created Paradise...

Paradise is a beautiful word. The word is the best word in my opinion for making a person happy. The word paradise means a different thing for every person. Some see paradise in love, some through money some simply as a tropical island surround by beautiful people. My paradise changes from day to day, so i guess my paradise is not yet defined as I am a person am still nowhere near knowing myself. 

By using the word paradise you instantly offer someone the opportunity to delight in their desires mentally at least for a second. It brings you to your happy place, and that is where we should always be, but can't, well can't for most people.

But I believe paradise is the extent to which our brain can connect with our needs, wants and emotions, I believe it is a representation of these three things. So when a person delves into their own paradise, they see a version of themselves in the way there imagination see's them as a person, there goals, there ambitions. So in my opinion paradise is found through it's creator...You.

Warm Hearts Through Cold Nights...Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas To You...
Escape the cold, Light a fire, make a hot chocolate, hold a loved on.
It's all the same means to an end.

We've all experienced the cold, and we all think of the warmth that were trying to get to when were in the cold. We can learn a lot from ourselves, from our own need to reach the warmth. Through this we teach ourselves without even realising, if we'd just stop to see ourselves. We teach ourselves, that through the cold we should hunt for the warmth.
We do it physically, well why not emotionally? We never stand around in the cold. But why do we stand around in our cold thoughts and memories. Why do we linger on the unhappiness, when we could search for the warmth. We wrap ourselves up in blankets and scarves. We take care that our loved ones are warm and snug. Well isn't it time we took the cold, and wrapped that up. Heat it up with warmth and love. Sit down with your coldness and hand it a hot chocolate. Think of the warmth in your life, and you'll be on your way out of the cold. We should Live For The Love In Our Lives

What makes you colder in life can only make the warmth that little bit warmer.

Warm Hearts Through Cold Nights...Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas To You...
Escape the cold, Light a fire, make a hot chocolate, hold a loved on.
It's all the same means to an end.

We've all experienced the cold, and we all think of the warmth that were trying to get to when were in the cold. We can learn a lot from ourselves, from our own need to reach the warmth. Through this we teach ourselves without even realising, if we'd just stop to see ourselves. We teach ourselves, that through the cold we should hunt for the warmth.
We do it physically, well why not emotionally? We never stand around in the cold. But why do we stand around in our cold thoughts and memories. Why do we linger on the unhappiness, when we could search for the warmth. We wrap ourselves up in blankets and scarves. We take care that our loved ones are warm and snug. Well isn't it time we took the cold, and wrapped that up. Heat it up with warmth and love. Sit down with your coldness and hand it a hot chocolate. Think of the warmth in your life, and you'll be on your way out of the cold. We should Live For The Love In Our Lives

What makes you colder in life can only make the warmth that little bit warmer.

The Warmth Of Autumn Candlelight

The candle burns a soft glow on the room, as I revel in the warmth of my life. Basking in the radiance of future possibilities and hopes.

Passion is a passion.
You are my sweetest love,
So I cry with a stutter,
I hold back my flight,
For you are the last of the love songs,
You are the rose without a thorn,
You are my warm embrace,

I thank you for your Autumn warmth,
Your gentle glow,
Words don''t come easily,
But for you I murmur intelligibly onwards.

The Warmth Of Autumn Candlelight

The candle burns a soft glow on the room, as I revel in the warmth of my life. Basking in the radiance of future possibilities and hopes.

Passion is a passion.
You are my sweetest love,
So I cry with a stutter,
I hold back my flight,
For you are the last of the love songs,
You are the rose without a thorn,
You are my warm embrace,

I thank you for your Autumn warmth,
Your gentle glow,
Words don''t come easily,
But for you I murmur intelligibly onwards.

The Right, The Wrong, and The Wonderful!

In society today were always asking ourselves in fact we are obsessed with, what is right, what is wrong, but shouldn't we just ask ourselves more often, what is wonderful?
Life is about making wrong turns, like getting lost right before an important interview or meeting and Wrong decisions, like walking out on the person you love through fear of commitment, and regretting it. But don't we learn from our mistakes? When we walk out on love, don't we learn to never walk out again, to stand and fight our inner demons. Does that mean we have to be wrong in order to be right?

We feel great about right turns and our right decisions, like getting married, or taking a left instead of a right and bumping into an old friend and rekindling a great friendship. Isn't it the unexpected moments that make our right decisions even more right?
But more importantly, what about the wonderful in our lives? Whether whatever we find wonderful is right or wrong? Does that matter? For it to be wonderful does it have to be right? What is wonderful? Is wonderful a word, like love that is subjective to it's user?
In my view it's right to be wrong about the wonderful! Because though others may find your wonderful wrong, for you at the time of wonderful it is right!
For me wonderful is, the feeling of knowing a loved one is by my side through thick and thin. The feeling of knowing that I've worked hard to accomplish my own dreams and aspirations.
But my wonderful doesn't stop in love or achievement, it dwells in 'The seven sins'...It is wonderful for me to splash around in wealth whenever I get the chance, it is wonderful for me to indulge in my own self worth and pride! The list goes on, and for me it is right, because it feels wonderful, but to you it may be wrong.
So I pose the question, is it right to live in a world full of self wonder? Is it right to enjoy what others may see as wrong? So many people, die trying to right the wrongs, but what if we tried just making things wonderful?
Stop dwelling in what's right or wrong, and dwell in being wonderful, because life has wonders, and we should live for the life we love.
But in a whole other sense should we really ignore what is wrong and what is right? I think even they are words of an abstract nature, so it is up to us ourselves to define what is right and what is wrong, and what they mean. Free will is ours, and the freedom of thought is everlasting, unlock a thought and delve deeper into it, and find the wonderful in your rights and wrongs.
The message of this is, an abstract word is our friend, use it , but don't abuse it. But those who have an abstract word must always know, with great power comes great responsibility.

The Right, The Wrong, and The Wonderful!

In society today were always asking ourselves in fact we are obsessed with, what is right, what is wrong, but shouldn't we just ask ourselves more often, what is wonderful?
Life is about making wrong turns, like getting lost right before an important interview or meeting and Wrong decisions, like walking out on the person you love through fear of commitment, and regretting it. But don't we learn from our mistakes? When we walk out on love, don't we learn to never walk out again, to stand and fight our inner demons. Does that mean we have to be wrong in order to be right?

We feel great about right turns and our right decisions, like getting married, or taking a left instead of a right and bumping into an old friend and rekindling a great friendship. Isn't it the unexpected moments that make our right decisions even more right?
But more importantly, what about the wonderful in our lives? Whether whatever we find wonderful is right or wrong? Does that matter? For it to be wonderful does it have to be right? What is wonderful? Is wonderful a word, like love that is subjective to it's user?
In my view it's right to be wrong about the wonderful! Because though others may find your wonderful wrong, for you at the time of wonderful it is right!
For me wonderful is, the feeling of knowing a loved one is by my side through thick and thin. The feeling of knowing that I've worked hard to accomplish my own dreams and aspirations.
But my wonderful doesn't stop in love or achievement, it dwells in 'The seven sins'...It is wonderful for me to splash around in wealth whenever I get the chance, it is wonderful for me to indulge in my own self worth and pride! The list goes on, and for me it is right, because it feels wonderful, but to you it may be wrong.
So I pose the question, is it right to live in a world full of self wonder? Is it right to enjoy what others may see as wrong? So many people, die trying to right the wrongs, but what if we tried just making things wonderful?
Stop dwelling in what's right or wrong, and dwell in being wonderful, because life has wonders, and we should live for the life we love.
But in a whole other sense should we really ignore what is wrong and what is right? I think even they are words of an abstract nature, so it is up to us ourselves to define what is right and what is wrong, and what they mean. Free will is ours, and the freedom of thought is everlasting, unlock a thought and delve deeper into it, and find the wonderful in your rights and wrongs.
The message of this is, an abstract word is our friend, use it , but don't abuse it. But those who have an abstract word must always know, with great power comes great responsibility.

Live For The Love In Your Life

All the clocks are spinning back for me, colour turns to black and white. I can see the line across the sand you left, the division between me and you. One second you were here the next it's darkness, and it's my loneliest time of day now. This is Autumn and the dirt road is obscured by the seasons indecisiveness, my heart it waits for you to sing like a hummingbird, to float back like a drifting cloud searching for its ocean. 

Loss is the ultimate form of pain, to lose a smile, to a memory to lose a moment in time that should live on forever. To lose a person, to lose a loved one, to lose love.

But to embrace the now, and live for the love in your life, to live life that you love, is the essence of living and loving life. So tell someone you love them, enjoy a persons smile and remember it forever. Bottle a precious moment in your heart, and never let it go, open it when your feeling low, because love may last a lifetime but a lifetime may not last as long as love.

Live For The Love In Your Life

All the clocks are spinning back for me, colour turns to black and white. I can see the line across the sand you left, the division between me and you. One second you were here the next it's darkness, and it's my loneliest time of day now. This is Autumn and the dirt road is obscured by the seasons indecisiveness, my heart it waits for you to sing like a hummingbird, to float back like a drifting cloud searching for its ocean. 

Loss is the ultimate form of pain, to lose a smile, to a memory to lose a moment in time that should live on forever. To lose a person, to lose a loved one, to lose love.

But to embrace the now, and live for the love in your life, to live life that you love, is the essence of living and loving life. So tell someone you love them, enjoy a persons smile and remember it forever. Bottle a precious moment in your heart, and never let it go, open it when your feeling low, because love may last a lifetime but a lifetime may not last as long as love.

The Person I Wish I Could Forget

The Person I Wish I Could Forget

My brother, he's spent his whole life hurting me and other around me, all because of drugs. He was my first real experience with knowing the darker side of life, of learning the difference between the good and the bad..he was my first bad person should I say. I wish he wasn't, because I spent most of my life loving him, or wanting to be able to love him.
I know that he didn't want to do it, I know that he didn't enjoy causing so much pain, I know there are people out there who do enjoy causing other pain and that he is not one of them. But I want...need to believe that it's not his fault. When he wasn't hurting me the pain still echoed from the past, it was as though his eyes were a window into my childhood. He was the entity of my childhood negativity, the thought of him always provoked my deepest sadness from within.
He stole, he lied, he hurt and he could of died. But he didn't care about that, he didn't care that his life was precious, he didn't care that we could all see him ruining his life. He didn't care that he was destroying people around him. He didn't care that we all had to watch as my Mum worried and pined over losing her son, watching her being crushed over and over again.
He managed to blur the concept of family or me. I couldn't understand how I had such great brothers, and then this one brother confused my image of what a brother is, he tore away everything my life had been about every time he was seen sat outside my home waiting for my mum to let him in to let him pressure her and beg her for forgiveness that he would only ruin once again.
I often ask myself if things would be different if he hadn't started taking heroine, and now as I'm older I know that heroine can change a person, and control there actions, define their future. But what I also know is that he wasn't stupid, he knew the effects he knew the risks. And if it hadn't of been heroine, there would have been something else. He let the underworld drag him to his own hell, but he didn't stop there he couldn't wallow alone in his own hell he had to drag my family as far as he could with him, and that I hate him for.
He broke my heart so many times, he messed with my brain every time he walked or shuffled back into my life. Every time he came back I would hope that I would have my brother where a brother was missing, and every time he fed me lies, every time he used me, every time he was selfish, and every time I was broken.
Now if he were to walk back in I know I would still hope he was being truthful, but could never trust him again.
 Even though I'm not religious I pray for him just in case.
The thing is it's more than me and it's more than him, it's the more than anything it ever was, he has a child now, he shouldn't have a child but he does. She is beautiful, and she is my blood too, and I can't wipe her face from my memory, I fear i might never see her again. When I first held her I cried, because I knew (even though I didn't want to believe it) that I would probably never see her again. My own niece a child I can't help but love and t's her I wish I could forget not him, as he taught me to not trust everyone and to look for deciept. But I want to forget her, so that I don't miss her...
And just so she knows,
There's a place that only you can fill, just so you know, I loved then and I always will

The Person I Wish I Could Forget

The Person I Wish I Could Forget

My brother, he's spent his whole life hurting me and other around me, all because of drugs. He was my first real experience with knowing the darker side of life, of learning the difference between the good and the bad..he was my first bad person should I say. I wish he wasn't, because I spent most of my life loving him, or wanting to be able to love him.
I know that he didn't want to do it, I know that he didn't enjoy causing so much pain, I know there are people out there who do enjoy causing other pain and that he is not one of them. But I want...need to believe that it's not his fault. When he wasn't hurting me the pain still echoed from the past, it was as though his eyes were a window into my childhood. He was the entity of my childhood negativity, the thought of him always provoked my deepest sadness from within.
He stole, he lied, he hurt and he could of died. But he didn't care about that, he didn't care that his life was precious, he didn't care that we could all see him ruining his life. He didn't care that he was destroying people around him. He didn't care that we all had to watch as my Mum worried and pined over losing her son, watching her being crushed over and over again.
He managed to blur the concept of family or me. I couldn't understand how I had such great brothers, and then this one brother confused my image of what a brother is, he tore away everything my life had been about every time he was seen sat outside my home waiting for my mum to let him in to let him pressure her and beg her for forgiveness that he would only ruin once again.
I often ask myself if things would be different if he hadn't started taking heroine, and now as I'm older I know that heroine can change a person, and control there actions, define their future. But what I also know is that he wasn't stupid, he knew the effects he knew the risks. And if it hadn't of been heroine, there would have been something else. He let the underworld drag him to his own hell, but he didn't stop there he couldn't wallow alone in his own hell he had to drag my family as far as he could with him, and that I hate him for.
He broke my heart so many times, he messed with my brain every time he walked or shuffled back into my life. Every time he came back I would hope that I would have my brother where a brother was missing, and every time he fed me lies, every time he used me, every time he was selfish, and every time I was broken.
Now if he were to walk back in I know I would still hope he was being truthful, but could never trust him again.
 Even though I'm not religious I pray for him just in case.
The thing is it's more than me and it's more than him, it's the more than anything it ever was, he has a child now, he shouldn't have a child but he does. She is beautiful, and she is my blood too, and I can't wipe her face from my memory, I fear i might never see her again. When I first held her I cried, because I knew (even though I didn't want to believe it) that I would probably never see her again. My own niece a child I can't help but love and t's her I wish I could forget not him, as he taught me to not trust everyone and to look for deciept. But I want to forget her, so that I don't miss her...
And just so she knows,
There's a place that only you can fill, just so you know, I loved then and I always will