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LEAVE FOR WAR 

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I walk hand in hand with my love along the train platform,
Today I leave for war;
I am trying to stay strong, but my head is still facing the floor
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It is Wednesday the 16th of September, the year is 1914;
The platform is full of young soldiers, and it was only yesterday I myself turned 19
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My newly wedded wife holds my hand, I can see her bottom lip shaking like any moment she is about to cry;
We both try to hide our fear as we prepare to somehow say goodbye
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Steam and smoke bellows out from the train’s engine, as I wait to board the carriage into hell;
I silently wonder if I will ever return, but I guess only time will tell
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The smell of burning coal fills the air as my love makes me promise to make it back home;
My hand is still firmly gripped onto hers as I am so afraid of being alone
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She hands me a photo which I place in my top pocket so she will forever stay close to my heart;
I try to pull myself together as I am so close to falling apart
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Whistles start to echo through the steam on the platform, the moment we have been dreading is about to arrive;
My love whispers in my ear to not be a hero, just simply come back alive
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Train conductors shouting “ALL ABOARD” as her tears begin to fall;
A hug which seemed to last only seconds is interrupted as the conductor makes his final call
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With my trebling lips I kiss her gently on the forehead, our hands slowly release as I walk up the steps and take my seat on the train;
She places her hand on the window as she stands drowning in the rain
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A thin glass window now separates our touch,
As the train slowly pulls away I feel a tear roll down my cheek,
Before splashing down onto the floor;
She blows me one last kiss,
And then I am on my way to war.
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BARRY MOWLES ©2013

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IN MY HEAD LIKE A MELODY

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If my life was a broken piano then it was you who found my missing key;

Since that moment we first met you’ve been stuck in my head like a melody

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If I was the verse then you are my chorus, working together we could be complete;

If you listen carefully the rhythm is provided by my heartbeat

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We had a start and middle, but this song will play forever, as I never want it to end;

A life without music would be like a life without my best friend

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I will use a pen for a microphone, and this piece of paper will become my stage;

This ink is bubbling to the beat, as an endless stream of lyrics pour out onto this page

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If we had positions then you would forever stay at the top of my chart;

And when this song finishes I will hit repeat, and rewind it right back to the start

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John Lennon once told everyone he was a dreamer, and I think I am just the same;

Someone once told me, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass,

It’s about learning to dance in the rain”

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Verses melt together in a remix, all held together with a hook;

I almost forgot about a dedication, so I will send this verse out to everyone reading on Twitter and Facebook

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I was born to write this song, it was already imprinted into my D.N.A;

Life is for living, all you have to do is press play

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If my life was a broken piano then it was you who found my missing key;

As this song slowly fades away, you are still stuck in my head like a melody

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BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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LETTER FROM HEAVEN

I met my wife to be back in the year of 1941;

I had just come back from Normandy, you were assigned to be my nurse, after I was shot down by that Germans Lugar gun.

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You nursed me back to health by simply using your smile;

We use to walk and talk for ages, holding each other’s hands, each and every single mile.

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The War still rages as my calendar hits 1944, that is until mankind released Hiroshima’s atom bomb;

I maybe an English lion, but thinking to the future, I can only see that ending as wrong.

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1945, the war has finished, we move back to the country, and we got married in the month of September;

Thinking back now as an old grey man, we made memories that year, memories that an eternity will remember.

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Its 1962 now, my beautiful wife has just given birth to my first son, we are complete just watching him grow;

Today a famous actress died, Norma Jeane Baker, or I say Marilyn Monroe.

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1963 Is a year I would rather forget, my tears still fall as I remember it was the year my baby boy caught a rare illness and tragically passed away;

It rocked our lives and part of me died that year, it was on the same month a mystery man shot JFK.

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The year passed, my wife fights her night terrors, which soaked our sheets in fear;

I would lay awake all night, stroking her hair and wiping away her tear.

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1964 was mostly spent walking hand in hand on the beach, making each other smile, which makes me feel so alive;

We sit in the Café for coffee, whilst a black and white TV shows us a new Motown group, named the Jackson 5.

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In 1965 our leader and icon Winston Churchill dies as my reflection shows me a man starting to get grey;

My wife still looks so beautiful, she can brighten up any darkened day.

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Today our fellows across the pond landed on the moon;

My skin is starting to feel wrinkly, in fact my face now represents a prune.

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The next 10 years are spent living like we were living in a fairy tale;

My wife and I are soul partners, a team which could never fail.

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1977 as the king of rock dies, a film called Star Wars hits the silver screen;

I adore my wife with all my heart, even after all these years, she is still the prettiest lady the world has ever seen.

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Its 1980, the news bulletins ring out John Lennon has died, shot whilst his poor wife was a witness to see;

In 1981 another true musical legend passes away from Cancer, this time it’s the charismatic Bob Marley.

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My wife is flicking through the holiday brochures in 1986, her dream has always been to go on a Caribbean cruise;

I say “maybe next year my dear, then we will have more money to choose”.

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If I had only known time waits for no man, as my life crashes down in 1987;

My beautiful wife had caught the Cancer, and now she lives as an angel up in heaven.

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The year lasted forever, making just one cup of tea, sometimes I forget and keep making you breakfast in an empty bed;

How can I say goodbye to my life, I just wish it was me who was dead.

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I try to ease my pain by walking by the sea;

I reach out my hand to hold yours, but I am alone, our past has become just a distant memory.

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Your side of the bed is empty, your clothes all hung up nice and neat;

I feel only half the man I use to be, I guess the word would be incomplete.

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Sat there is an empty chair, every time I glance over my heart starts to fall;

Its 1989 now, the year which means the collapse of the Berlin wall.

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When I stroll along the beach now it’s so quiet, no sound apart from the waves crashing down in the sea;

I sit in the same café we used to have coffee, but this time they have a colour TV.

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Our house is dead quiet now, night times are the worse, and there is just too much space in our double bed;

My dreams replay our entire lifetime, and echo out the last words that you and I had said.

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You told me that you loved me, I replied that “I love you to”;

Then you closed your eyes for the last time, as I reached over to give my goodbye kiss to you.

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The reflection in the mirror now shows me a broken grey man who always feels the cold;

Its 1995 now, it’s my birthday today, I am 82 years old.

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The years are spent alone now, no New Year’s Eve parties as Big Ben welcomes in 1997;

This is the year Princess Diana passed away, I hope she is at peace now along with my wife and son, watching over us from heaven.

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The winter of 98 seemed be stuck in a winter freeze, which felt like it would never end;

I feel the warmth of angels, with messages of my wife they send.

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I dream of my wife each time I fall asleep, if I’m honest I don’t want to ever wake up from my dream;

I can even see heaven, it’s the most wondrous sight my eyes have ever seen.

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Its new years eve of 99, my pulse starts to fade as my chest feels real tight;

I feel myself drifting away, towards a glowing guiding light.

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I see my Wife, her eyes melt me back into two;

I whisper “I am coming my love”, you reply “we have been waiting for you”.

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My time on this world is over, my autopsy will read, time of death 11:11;

I have to leave you all now, as I finish writing you my goodbye letter from heaven.

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BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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BABY, GOODBYE

It’s the 9th of April 1980, it’s our anniversary today, married for 37 years;

The juke box plays out our wedding song, I hold my Wife’s hand and kiss away her happy tears.

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We go to the same restaurant down the lane, as we did all those years ago;

The candles light up my beautiful Wife’s face, shining such an amazing glow.

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I clasp her hand as I whisper “even after all these years, I am still in love with you”;

Her eyes light up, as her smile replies “o sweetheart, I’m still in love with you to”.

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I open my Wife’s car door for her, before I sit myself behind the wheel;

Its wonderful how floating like a butterfly, can really make you feel.

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Driving home in the dark, when I see two bright lights come speeding my way;

I swerve to avoid a collision, before a flashing light turns the night back in to the day.

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I must have passed out, as I come around I am laying in my bed at home;

I hear my Wife downstairs crying, as she speaks to her Mother on the phone.

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I sit by my Wife holding her hand, but she just pulls it away;

It’s so cold in here, I can see her breath, even though it’s the middle of the day.

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She gets up walking past me, like I am not even there;

She has our wedding photos spread across the kitchen table,

 there are pictures of me everywhere.

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I walk back into our bedroom, to find my Wife cuddled up in my dressing gown, on my side of the bed, watching our wedding DVD;

As I sit down next to her she whispers, “I am so sorry I couldn’t change your destiny”.

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I put my arm around her, kiss her gently, as she turns out the bedside light;

I see tears roll down her cheek from behind her closed eyes, as she whispers out “baby goodnight”.

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The sun rises upon on a new day, as ringing wakes us, it’s her Mother back on the phone;

My Wife starts crying again, as she whimpers out “I don’t want to be alone”.

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She creeps slowly downstairs, making just one cup of tea;

I sit down next to her asking her “what’s wrong”, but she won’t even look up at me.

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Whilst looking at my picture on the table she whispers, “Baby I miss you so very much”;

I try to calm her down by stroking her hair, but it seems like she cannot even feel my touch.

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She walks around dressed in black, a veil to catch her tears as they cry;

I’m standing by the front door, as she glances back, whispering “goodbye”.

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As the car pulls away I run after her, she doesn’t look back once through the rear viewing window screen;

I chase them for miles, until they reach the crematorium, this is all starting to feel like a dream.

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I walk through the chapel, as my Wife sits crying on the front row;

Sitting next to her is my Mother, then Brother and finally at the end, sits my Uncle Joe.

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I don’t understand what is going on, so I walk up to the coffin to see;

My heart stops, the church goes cold, as the name on the casket reads “ME”.

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My life flashes past, as memories replay up until the moment that I passed away;

I turn to see my beautiful Wife, whose eyes seem to be looking over my way.

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A bright light appears, piercing through the roof, revelling a stairway to the sky;

The light draws me closer, I blow a kiss towards my Wife, as I whisper out “baby goodbye”.

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BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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REWRITE HIStory

They say you can only become immortalised as a legend after you die;

So after this book I am leaving this world, it’s time to say my goodbye.

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Time is moving so quickly, my reflection is ageing so fast;

I need to close my eyes, so that I can unlock my lost memories from the past.

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Wednesday the 9th of April 1980, was day one of my fate;

11 pound born, so I was always designed to fight like a heavy weight.

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It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon when I entered this world crying;

The April showers were falling from the heavens, but it didn’t stop the angels from flying.

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I was conceived by Tommy Mowles and Julie Anne;

Fairy tales sculptured my imagination, as I heard stories like Pinocchio and Peter Pan.

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My Mother and Father started to argue, I watched on as their love drifted off course;

In 1985 my world changed, and my Mum filed for a divorce.

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My Mother took me, my older Brother and my baby Sister to another country, to start a brand new life;

We got ourselves a step dad, who asked our Mum to be his Wife.

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Photographs and televisions started to shine out in colour, after spending a lifetime in black and white;

I started to hear angels whisper to me through my dreams, telling me I had a destiny to write.

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Bullies plagued my school days, I use to lay on the floor scrunched up in the fetal position;

Entire nights spent crying, as they beat my dreams into submission.

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One day my soft cries stopped, I picked myself up and dusted myself down,

I was tired of living on the floor;

An angelic red mist descended, my cries had been replaced by an English lions roar.

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I left school and got a job, but then suddenly everything I touched started to fall apart;

I thought I had found happiness, but all I had found was a broken heart.

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My life had transformed into a helter skelter, every time I tried to get to my feet I would slip back down to the floor;

I was now living on my own, spending my days in front of a judge, after continually breaking the law.

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I was off the rails, I was spiralling out of control, I refused to grow up, and that’s how I got my nickname Peter Pan;

My world then ended on Tuesday the 20th of May 2003, when I had to somehow say goodbye to my Nan.

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I searched for answers through alcohol, like there was a message hiding in a bottle, but that was just concealing my pain;

Months upon months spent hiding in the darkness, as I sat drowning in the rain.

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I had lost my faith in angels that is until one dark night I selfishly put their power to the test;

I tried to stand up to a group of lads, which left me with a knife sticking out from my chest.

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After that night I was so afraid of the dark, I was now living in a homeless shelter, as endless nights were spent hiding in the shadows all on my own;

My only friend was this paper and pen, no computer, no music and no phone.

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I used this pen to keep me company, fingers in my ears trying to block out the violent drug fuelled screams;

Angels would whisper to me whilst I slept, as they tried to redevelop my dreams.

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I kept climbing, I kept moving forward, angels had given me the blueprints to my life, and it’s like somehow I knew exactly what they had planned;

No matter what I was doing, I always kept this pen in my hand.

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The years flashed me by like a daydream, until I finally made something of my life;

I now live with an angel, an angel who is my Wife.

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I have learnt you should never judge a book by its cover, instead try to read what the message hiding between the lines is trying to say;

Dreams really can come true, as the future is only ever just a single sunrise away.

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This once blank canvas is now filled with memories, so my future family will never have to miss me;

An angel once handed me a piece of paper, and told me to

REWRITE HIStory.

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BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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BOY TO MAN

I am sat here trying to rewrite history, but first I think I need to remember the moment when I changed from a boy into a man;

Was it when I left home, or was it when I said goodbye to my Nan.

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Life has a funny way of teaching you a lesson, I thought I was going to be a Daddy, that was until my unborn baby passed away;

Was that the moment I grew up, or was that just another day.

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Maybe it was the time I realised most stars only twinkle, it takes something special for them to shine;

Did I become a man when I first picked up this pen, as I felt transformed, just like Optimus prime.

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Maybe it was the moment I looked down and saw a knife stuck only inches away from my heart;

But maybe it was when cupid first shot me with his dart.

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Maybe I became a man just after my cries turned into a roar;

But maybe it was after I had seen maggots crawling out of my friend’s eyes, as he lay there dead on the floor.

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Was it the moment when I first realised that my destiny was to write;

Maybe it was the moment when I first stayed awake all night.

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Was it the moment when my Nan first said that one day I would be a star;

Maybe it was the time when the future didn’t seem that far.

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For years I have used these verses to try and release my pain;

But 18 books later these tears of ink are still falling down like rain.

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It has now been 11,680 days since my life story very first began;

But I still have no answers, so I guess I will never really know when this boy became a man.

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BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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A THOUSAND WHISPERS

Endless nights spent hoping,

Endless nights spent praying;

So many voices echo inside my head, it’s just so hard to understand what each individual whisper is saying.

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To become the greatest I have to make this next letter show a little more emotion than the last;

I am redesigning my future, as I do not want to be judged on my past.

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I have made mistakes, but I am only a man;

I have spent the last few years in negotiations with God, trying to persuade him to change my master plan.

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I use angels as my defence lawyers, whilst my doubters make up the prosecution;

So many darkened days spent scanning the night skies, desperately searching for an absolution.

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If the grim reaper comes looking for me anytime soon, then I am afraid he will just have to wait;

I still have a legacy to fulfil, and even death can’t mess with that fate.

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Sometimes these verses overflow from my dreams and end up on this piece of paper;

Angels use evaporation to lift these words up into heaven, after turning this ink into vapour.

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The path behind me is now filled with memories, but if I keep moving forward all I will see is an open road;

They say that heaven has a security gate, well it just so happens an angel has already whispered me the code.

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Thousands of whispers make up my dreams, it’s like trying to sleep in grand central station;

Doctors always asking how can I fly, without any knowledge in aviation.

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Spiritualists tell me I am not of this world, but believe me I am;

If you were to read between these lines, you will realise I am just a man.

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A thousand whispers soak into this letter, the key to my dreams is no longer a mystery;

An Angel gave me this piece of paper, and told me to

REWRITE HIStory.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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DEAR NAN

I lay staring out of my bedroom window gazing upon the heavens, I wish I could fly but I am only a man;

This letter is dedicated to an angel, an angel who is my Nan.

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You visited my dream last night, I felt you running your fingertips through my hair;

A simple touch from an angel, for which nothing else could ever compare.

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You sat on the edge of my bed, as I hear a soft voice whisper,

“I am always watching over you, so there is no need to miss me”;

A ghostly hand passes me an empty book, as the soft voice echoes,

“You need to REWRITE HIStory”.

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You use your gentle touch to wipe away my tears, as you whisper,

“Please don’t cry;

I know you want to talk to me, but I am afraid there are no telephones in the sky”.

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You’re Granddad and I have read all of your poetry books, we have even made a bookshelf out of a cloud;

Your words will now echo for an eternity, as you have grown into a man that would make any grandparent proud.

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Don’t be so afraid of the heights you face, how can you fall if you are already on the floor;

I have seen into your future, and just like an eagle you were always destined to soar.

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Please don’t beat yourself up if some days you forget me, your destiny is calling and you need to look forward, so never look back;

You have an army of angels fighting your corner, who are all watching over you ready to attack.

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I remember when you were a baby, other children would play with cars and swords, but you would be happy using just a pen as a toy;

You maybe all grown up now, but in my eyes you will always be my little boy.

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You have proved all of those doubters wrong, you have used just a pen to make all of your dreams come true;

No matter how many times life knocked you down you got back up, to fulfil a destiny that you were born to do.

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It’s time for me to leave you now, morning is about to break, I can’t believe my little boy is now a man;

So I will seal this letter with one last kiss, and sign it with love from your

Dear Nan.

-X-

DEDICATED TO MARION MOWLES

MY ANGEL, MY NAN

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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TEARS OF INK

I sit staring at this blank page, patiently waiting for my tears of ink to fall;

The angels have once again started to call out to me through my dreams,

And who am I to ignore their call.

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Whispering voices watching over me from the shadows, echoing out for me to listen;

At long last my tears of ink start to fall onto this page, as they slowly begin to glisten.

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As if by magic this pen writes by itself, as it rolls across this once blank page;

The voices whisper “stop hiding in the shadows, as it’s now time for you to take your place on the centre stage”.

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror, dark eyes are now full to the brim with verses from deep inside my heart;

I grip this pen even tighter as we were never destined to be apart.

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In life we only ever get one chance, just one single shot at being the best that we can be;

I was born to work in partnership with this ink, it is already written in my destiny.

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I spent so many years in the darkness, watching on from the shadows telling my dreams that they have to wait;

But the whispering voices got so loud I could no longer ignore my fate.

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I have already studied my blueprints to my life, each night my guardian angels whisper out their plan;

I walked into this tunnel of poetry a boy, but I am walking out the other side as a man.

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This once blank page has now been filled, and it was my angels who provided me with that vital missing link;

A priceless gift from the heavens,

A single tear of ink.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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JUMPER

Standing on the ledge writing this letter goodbye, to whoever finds me this is my suicide note;

Whiskey tasting ink splashes across this page, smudging over the words that I wrote.

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The sun is shining, but inside my heart all I feel are clouds of grey;

Tiny people walking down there on the street,

Silently going about their day.

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Toy sized cars roll past, mixing in with the hustling sound drifting up from the street;

Underneath my soles is nothing but air, apart from this little stony ledge now supporting my feet.

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This is Mr Johnson, apartment 312 on the 19th floor;

If the police need to investigate why, it’s because I have no Wife, no family, I have nothing left to live for.

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What’s the point in all this Christmas spirit, and all this Christmas cheer;

I am tired of sitting alone in the darkness, when my life is no longer here.

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It’s been 3 weeks since she passed away, the heartbreak only got worse, the pain never did subside;

After losing her battle with cancer, she laid in my arms one morning and died.

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Small crowds of people start to look up pointing towards me, but they didn’t seem that concerned when they saw me yesterday crying in the rain;

As another tear falls off this ledge, another lost memory disappears down the drain.

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Blue flashing lights enter the world beneath my feet, as the air around me starts to feel so cold;

So I guess on this day I was always destined to die, I was never destined to grow old.

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The whispering wind is pushing me to jump, as my trembling feet move me a step closer towards the sky;

Screams echo up from the streets, as I have finished writing my goodbye_____________________________

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BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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MY ONLY FRIEND

(PART ONE)

The tears are flooding down across my face,

Why is life so empty and cruel?

Today is my 13th birthday, but all I can think about is those evil bullies from school.

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I try to dry my eyes as my Mum walks into my room, bringing me breakfast in bed;

She sings me happy birthday, before softly kissing my forehead.

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On the outside I try to smile, but on the inside I am screaming for her help, but she hasn’t got a clue;

I try to somehow find the courage to tell her, but instead my lips just tremble out “Mum….I love you”.

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She blows me a kiss before walking away, shouting back for me to hurry as school starts in an hour and she doesn’t want me to be late;

My waiting tears start to once again fall, as I am trapped living in an inescapable fate.

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Dear diary, please help me, you are my only friend, but these pages never send me a reply;

The bullies said yesterday if I ever come back to school then I was going to die.

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Fat face, smelly clothes, they call me dirty just because of the colour of my skin;

I guess they are right, they are all so pretty with blonde hair, nice clothes, really popular and thin.

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They always trip me over in the school yard, everybody laughs, and nobody cares when they see me cry;

Each night I sit weeping these tears of ink into my diary, asking the same question, why?

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I stand staring at my ugly reflection as I get changed, my Mum shouting from downstairs that I only have 5 minutes before we leave;

The walls around me start to cave in, and my palms begin to sweat as I struggle to even breathe.

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I swallow the lump in my throat, wipe my eyes and prepare myself for the day;

My lips tremble out “okay Mum, 2 seconds and we will be on our way”.

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The whole journey to school I keep trying to tell my Mum the truth, but she is so happy, talking about parties and how all of my family are coming over later for my birthday tea;

Why can’t she just look into my eyes, as they are screaming out for her to help me.

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We pull up to the school gates, my Mum kisses my cheek whilst saying “I love you baby”, I have to bite my lip so that I do not cry;

I open the car door as I whisper back “goodbye”.

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My Mum pulls away, I see the bullies waiting in the school yard, staring across the road as I stand crying in the rain;

I turn and run sprinting blindly across roads, through parks until my tired legs give way to the pain.

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I turn and look back, nobody is there I am all alone, my tears are overwhelming my face now and all I want to do is die;

I take off my scarf as I look towards the heavens, I wish my Mummy was here so that I could explain and say a better goodbye.

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I tie one end of my scarf to the lowest branch, and I make a tight noose at the other end;

I place this letter alongside my diary at the base of the tree, and as my lips turn a dark shade of blue I whisper out goodbye to my only friend.

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BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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MY ONLY FRIEND

(PART TWO)

Today is my Daughters 13th birthday, I want to make it special as it’s the first since her Father said that his love for us had come to an end;

I try to stay strong on the outside even though my heart is broken, my Daughter is now my only friend.

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I dry my lonely tears as I walk upstairs to take my Daughter a special breakfast in bed;

I sing her happy birthday, before softly kissing her forehead.

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Her beautiful face shines the most amazing smile, tears of joy fill her eyes, my life should no longer matter, I just want to make all of her dreams come true;

My heart begins to melt as I hear her whisper, “Mum….I love you”.

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I blow her a kiss and turn away before shouting back, “eat up quickly, school starts in an hour and you don’t want to be late”;

I can tell she misses her Father, but life is too short to dwell on the past telling your dreams that they will have to wait.

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I have so much to do today as I am arranging a birthday party for my baby girl, no expense spared, I will do anything to make her happy no matter what the cost;

I cannot afford to be depressed and worry about all of those years I may have wasted and lost.

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I stand looking at my incomplete reflection as I shout “BABY, WE ONLY HAVE 5 MINUTES BEFORE WE HAVE TO LEAVE”;

I wonder what my destiny has in store for me next, no doubt it will have yet another trick hidden up its sleeve.

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I silently argue with my reflection, “put a smile on that face, this moment in time isn’t about you, this is your Daughters special day”;

A voice echoes down from her bedroom “give me 2 seconds Mum and we will be on our way”.

 ..

The whole journey to school I pretend to be so happy as I explain how all of our family are coming over after school for her special birthday tea;

These past few months I have been so selfish, as all I have really thought about was me.

 ..

We pull up to the school gates, I lean over kissing her softly on the cheek, as I say “I love you baby” a tiny smile creeps onto her face, she is so timid and shy;

She opens the door, glances back and whispers out “goodbye”.

 ..

Back home in a flash, I have a birthday party to organize and there is so much to do;

I wonder if this rain will ever clear up before the guests arrive, the skies are grey but I can see the sun trying desperately to break through.

 ..

After hours of baking cakes and blowing up balloons I finally finish right on time, as I hear “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK” echoing from my front door;

I am so excited my baby is home I almost drop her birthday cake on the floor.

 ..

As I walk down the hallway I shout with excitement “Baby, did you forget your key”;

But as I open the door I experience a life changing moment that would forever alter my destiny.

 ..

3 policemen are stood in the doorway asking if they can come in;

My heart starts to fall as Goosebumps start to completely cover my skin.

 ..

Over their shoulders I can see my family walking towards me with sad faces and red eyes, I can tell each one of them has cried;

My trembling lips whisper out “what’s the matter”, as one policeman says “it’s about your Daughter, I am so sorry but she has died”.

 ..

The heavens open, my stomach twists into knots as I crash helplessly down to my knees;

I scream into the falling rain, “Tell me this isn’t true, please”.

 ..

I lay broken on the floor as my family try to console me, her life had only just started, and she was too young for this to be the end;

How can I say goodbye to my life,

And how can I say goodbye to my only friend.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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BULLY

My morning alarm rings out, and for the 5th time I slap down the snooze;

My Mum screaming at the bottom of the stairs to wake up, I wish I was older so I had my own choice to choose.

 ..

I crawl downstairs gagging, telling my Mum how I cannot go to school as I am feeling sick;

She doesn’t even look up at me, she just points back upstairs as she echoes, “boy you must think I was born yesterday & thick”.

 ..

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I bottle it up as she would never really understand it fully;

The reason I don’t want to go to school, is because I am trying to escape my bully.

 ..

I make my way to school inside a daydream, I stand in the yard awaiting that dreaded morning bell;

As it rings out I have to prepare myself, for another day in my own living hell.

 ..

The hallways are busy with bustling kids, so keen to get their school day underway;

But my mind isn’t on lessons, as all I want to do is make it through yet another day.

 ..

I join the line outside French class, as I glance up my eyes lock with the boys I try so hard to ignore;

As I walk past them they trip me over, knocking all my books and pens over the classroom floor.

 ..

Everyone is laughing, even the teacher breaks into a smile;

Maybe she couldn’t see what was happening, but maybe she was just in denial.

 ..

I glance up, the bullies are all staring at me lip reading the words

“You are dead”;

I pick myself up, and take a lonely seat, worrying about what they had just said.

 ..

The teacher says she has to photocopy some paperwork, and she will be back in a bit;

I dreaded this moment, I couldn’t move, fear had struck me to where I had to sit.

 ..

Mrs Hughes shuts the door, which is like a boxing bell starting a classroom fight;

The gang jump over the table and punch me, before wrapping their hands around my neck real tight.

 ..

I beg for them to stop, everyone is laughing, watching me in pain on the ground;

The boys are all smiling, I tried to scream for help but I couldn’t even make a single sound.

 ..

One boy pulls out a pair of scissors, and snips off my eye lashes, threatening to put the blade through my eye;

They say if I tell anyone they would kill me, I was so afraid as I didn’t want to be 15 years old when I die.

 ..

Another boy joins in on the act, as he leans towards me & spits chewing gum all in my hair;

I feel a tear roll down my cheek, as I lay on the floor thinking why is life so cruel and unfair.

 ..

The boys pull me up by my ears, as they shout “fat boy this isn’t over, were going to get you proper at lunch”;

They get to their feet before leaving me with a parting punch.

 ..

The teacher walks back in, but she doesn’t even look my way;

All I can do is look down at my feet, and prepare myself for yet another day.

..

“If only I had found my voice earlier, because I now know that communication is the key;

Some people may ask how I feel their pain, because the boy in this letter is me”.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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PAPER FOR A PILLOW

I lay in the silent darkness using a piece a paper for a pillow, this pen in my hand as I drift off into the night;

The darkness consumes me as I begin to sleep as I write.

 ..

A distant sounding phone rings, so I pick it up answering “who is it”;

A voice echoes back down the line “its God, and I’ve come down just to visit”.

 ..

A ghostly arm reaches through the phone as the voice whispers “please take my hand, it will stop you from your fall;

For years you have screamed into the darkness, and now it’s time for me to finally answer your call”.

 ..

I am watching over you now as you sleep, your hand is working in partnership with this pen;

In your prayers you always ask if you are going to make it, well my answer is not IF but WHEN.

 ..

Don’t worry about your Nan & Granddad they are still watching over you with so much pride;

Years ago I said you would make it, and I was right, as your pain finally did subside.

 ..

I don’t know how you did it but your poetry reached up to the heavens, we now even have a bookshelf in the sky;

Your verses can produce such emotion, until now I never knew that even angels can cry.

 ..

You do have a guardian angel, in fact your Nan is watching over you right now as I speak;

She is singing you a lullaby as tears roll down your cheek.

 ..

I watch your doubters laugh behind your back, jealousy is such a cruel human trait;

But please ignore those lost souls, as only I wrote your destiny and fate.

 ..

Your future will come all in good time, but sometimes you need to stop and look back, you have come a long way, but I don’t think you appreciate just how far;

You were born to write these verses, just as you were always destined to be a star.

 ..

I have watched over you your entire life, it has been like witnessing a star being born;

It’s nearly time for me to leave, as the night sky starts making way for the dawn.

 ..

So I guess this is goodbye for now, but I will always be listening each time that you pray;

Open your eyes now my child its morning, and just trust whatever this pen has had to say.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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ONCE UPON A TIME

Somewhere along the line I have misplaced my childhood, when stories came to life and taught me how to shine;

I need to rewind the clocks back to when the world still had colour, and when stories began with, once upon a time.

 ..

My reflection is starting to show its age, but each morning I still find myself whispering “mirror, mirror on the wall”;

It’s strange how some stories can stay in your heart,

Like poor old Humpty Dumpty who had a great fall.

 ..

For so many years I acted like a lost boy, I once swore I would never grow up, just like Peter Pan;

I guess I broke that promise, as this ageing reflection now shines back a middle aged looking man.

 ..

The Gingerbread man didn’t want to get swallowed up whole, so he spent his days on the run;

I learnt about death from an early age, after seeing Bambi lose his Mum.

 ..

3 little pigs were bullied by the big bad wolf as he shouted,

“Little pig, little pig let me come in”;

I now look at my life as if I were a tortoise racing against that hare, you can run as fast as you like, because I am already destined to win.

 ..

Social services would have a field day with that old lady who lived in a shoe, after reading reports she whipped her children soundly and sent them straight to bed;

Why was Miss riding hood more worried about the size of her grandma’s eyes, when surely she should have been more concerned about the fur and a snout on her Nan’s head.

..

The recluse Rapunzel always had an excuse for not going out, I bet she always use to say “not tonight love, sorry but I am still washing my hair”;

An ugly duckling can turn into a beautiful swan, but after being abandoned by his family I bet his heart is still broken beyond repair.

 ..

A paedophilic witch tried to lure Hansel & Gretel into her sweet house, on the promise of a feast;

I was taught that love grows from the inside out, just like when Belle saw the inner beauty shinning from the beast.

 ..

3 Blind mice stumble around in the darkness, as Chicken Licken worries so much about global warming he thinks the sky is falling;

Pinocchio spent his days praying, until finally his fairy godmother heard him calling.

 ..

The beautiful Cinderella shone like a star, she was never destined to stay hidden away in her Mother’s house all on her own;

The camp Prince Charming was hiding so far back in the closet he was in Narnia, where the Snow Queen turned people’s dreams into stone.

 ..

Every parent felt Marlin’s pain, after his Son Nemo was snatched away from his home in the Ocean;

Snow White broke the cardinal sin by taking an apple from a stranger, which just so happened to be soaked in the witches’ potion.

 ..

Little Bo Peep is now facing a life on benefits after losing her flock, but maybe she should try asking the master, or that little boy who lived down the lane;

As you get older you read these verses with a whole new perspective, but deep down the story still remains the same.

 ..

When I read these stories the pages come to life, if you listen carefully you can hear these verses sing;

Throughout my life I have had Giant Goliaths doubting my chances of success, but it just so happens I can use this pen as a sling.

 ..

Somewhere along the line I have misplaced my childhood, when stories came to life and taught me how to shine;

At last I have finally found my way through this tunnel of darkness, and remembered the lost letters which always begun with,

Once Upon A Time.

 .

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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PINOCCHIO

Wooden hands creek as they grow, these puppet strings control my movements, as my reflection now resembles a toy;

Each day I only ever have just one wish, and that is to be a real boy.

 ..

Society telling me I am not normal, I have pieces of me which are now broken beyond repair;

My shiny button eyes now hide my emotions,

So why do people always have to stare?

 ..

I may have wooden ears, but I can still hear my sculptured mahogany heart beating, as it splinters through my dreams;

A dusty pile of shavings is all that now blows out with my screams.

 ..

I am expected to grow, because deep down I am a tree;

Through the window I see children playing, whilst I just sit on this shelf being me.

 ..

I wish I was normal, I wish I had eye lids as sometimes the suns reflection is just too bright;

If I was born, then can I die?

And just who taught this wooden hand how to write.

 ..

When I shave I use sandpaper, when I cry all you will see is the dust;

The hinges holding my joints together are starting to creak with the rust.

 ..

I am the wood that holds your pencil, encased around this lead;

A lifetime full of broken promises are now carved out as memories through my head.

 ..

I see people walking by my window every day, hiding under their umbrellas from the rain;

People just use me to fuel their fires, and I always react just like a moth to the flame.

 ..

People judge me for being different, I see that same dust each time that I bleed;

Can a puppet really have ambition?

As all I want to do is succeed.

 ..

When it’s dark my reflection shines back through the window, unveiling the tears of a clown sliding down this broken toy;

If I had a fairy godmother I would only ever have just one wish, and that is to be a real boy.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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JUST A DREAM

Each night I keep having the same twisted dream;

I am stuck spinning inside a tornado, and no matter how loud I shout nobody can ever hear me scream.

 ..

I guess my life has been like a twister, at times I spin violently out of control;

I leave a path of destruction wherever I go, collecting all these lost memories which I thought I had locked away deep in my soul.

 ..

As I calm down the vortex surrounding me evaporates, leaving all the pieces of my life to crash down to the ground;

My screams always fall onto deaf ears, as my thumping heartbeat is now the only noise left to make any sound.

 ..

Pieces of my life scatter across the skies after being lifted up to a cloud;

Left here is just a shell of a broken man full of torn up memories, whose only ever wish was to make his little family proud.

 ..

I can see my past falling behind me, littering the heavens with hope and despair;

Dark days and lonely nights spent writing, with not one single person to care.

 ..

Over my head a thousand pieces of paper are floating down from the twisted clouds in the sky;

Black tears of ink now stream down my face each time that I cry.

 ..

My future is so far in the distance it has fallen off the edge of the world, but on the horizon the stars are still shining out so bright;

In my hands I am holding a book, and the title spells out

“Destiny to Write”.

 ..

I can see my doubters waiting for me up ahead, but I already know just what they have planned;

I must keep moving forwards. As the ground beneath my feet begins turning into quicksand.

 ..

As I walk on I hear those haters whispering, using words like prose and stanza, they laugh when I just call it a verse;

When will these people realise that poetry cannot be taught, writing is only ever a god given talent or curse.

 ..

Some of these posh poets may have a master’s degree in poetry, but somehow they think that means that their shit doesn’t stink;

These same doubters are always asking why my eyes are so dark, well that is what happens when the passion flowing through your veins is ink.

 ..

I try desperately to run but my legs won’t move, as in the clouds above I see the faces of my Granddad and Nan;

They never had the chance to see me write, and they never had a chance to see me grow up to become a man.

 ..

Their faces fade away into the twisting clouds, each time I always scream towards the heavens for them to come back;

Just then the stars begin to fade, and then everything goes black.

 ..

So many of my tears have now fallen I have created my very own ink filled stream;

My eyes begin to flicker as morning breaks, was this my life, or was this all just a dream.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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TO MY BULLY

I am ready to face my demons, so to my bully this letter is in dedication to you;

For years I was trapped behind my sound proof glass, but now it’s finally time for me to break through.

 …

We use to be like David verses Goliath,

But it’s me who is now the giant;

If you were to step to me today you would now be facing someone standing defiant.

 …

I am no longer your victim, but believe me when I say I will never forget;

If I ever see your face again, let’s just say your bullying past will become a regret.

 …

I now fly amongst the stars, whilst you are still dragging down there in the dirt;

Karma will now bring you a lifetime full of pain, after handing out a lifetime full of hurt.

 …

I think as a child I got it twisted, it’s you who is weak and it’s me who has the power;

The reality is if you were a house, then I would be a tower.

 …

I may have moved on but that doesn’t mean that I no longer look back;

I have redesigned my brain and taught myself the best way to defend myself is to attack.

 …

You broke dreams and shattered childhood memories, but from the ashes this once broken boy rose;

You gave me a part of life I will now never forget, but in time that will be just another chapter which came to a close.

 ..

I don’t hate you for what you did to me, in fact I thank you, after all if it wasn’t for your bullying maybe I wouldn’t be the man I am today;

You can try to erase these verses, but they are now sealed in ink so they will never fade away.

 …

But please don’t take my kindness for weakness, as I wouldn’t even piss on you if you were on fire;

I can write through the pain, just like Kayne did when he sung

“Through the wire”.

 …

You used sticks and stones to try and break my bones, but I am here today to prove that my words can cause just as much pain;

The sun is shining down on me, whilst you are just sat crying in the rain.

My pen didn’t even want to write these verses, and now even this ink is beginning to fade away, so who am I to argue;

So all that’s left to write is to my bully,

This letter is in dedication to you.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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FALLING DEEPER

I spent so long trying to find you, now I couldn’t live without you there;

My life has been a journey, not much love, and not much care.

 …

Heaven sent me an angel, her face resembled a star;

Without you standing by my side, I would have never made it this far.

 ..

I no longer have to stare at your picture, I have you here to hold;

I am falling deeper as each moment passes, after so long of being left out in the cold.

 ..

Your love is holding me upright, without it I would simply tumble down to the ground;

The world around me would slowly lose its colour, and music would lose its sound.

 ..

I can still feel the butterflies in my tummy each and every single time that I look at you;

How can one man be so lucky, every dream I had has already come true.

 ..

When I look into your eyes I fall deeper, you must be a Doctor as when I am with you I feel no pain;

You taught me life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

 ..

You are my best friend, my soul partner, the one person responsible for saving my life;

You are the air that I breathe, the ink to my pen, an angel, my inspiration and my Wife.

 ..

You brushed away the dark clouds above my head, so now when I look up all I can see is blue;

Heaven truly did send me an angel,

And this letter is in dedication to you.

.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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WHEN I’M GONE

When I’m gone I don’t want to look down from the heavens and see any of you cry;

We never know what tomorrow may bring, so just in case I never have the chance, this letter is my goodbye.

 ..

Words and verses have shaped my life, so it seems quite fitting that this piece of paper can record my goodbye kiss;

I am sat here wondering will heaven be so great I won’t even have the chance to miss.

 ..

Try to look at it as I am not dead, I have just gone away for a while, and we will be back together soon;

The air around me is so quiet, I could even hear a pin if it were to drop in this room.

 ..

Don’t think of me when the rain falls, just try to only remember me when the skies are blue;

To my little family you will never be alone, I will always be there watching over you.

 ..

Some people will call me morbid for writing this letter, maybe they are immortal, but unless I am mistaken dying is the one thing we all at some point will face;

I like to think my Grandparents are in heaven, and I am hoping they have saved me a place.

 ..

When you are sad I will hold you, when you need to talk to me just shout up towards the sky;

I will still laugh with you when you are happy, and I will still try to wipe away your tears when you cry.

 ..

I wonder what happens when you die, does the world stop spinning, in death does time stand still;

Or maybe it’s like in “The Matrix”, and someone will offer me a red or blue pill.

 ..

I do have one request, in my casket could you put a pen and a few pieces of paper;

I want to record all the things I see, so I can rewrite history when I am reincarnated many years later.

 ..

So keep this letter safe, then one day when I’m gone dust it off, and we can once again be together;

A life time is so very short, but I promise you these words will echo forever.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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AFRAID TO SAY HELLO

I see you every day, but to you I am a ghost;

I am to afraid to say hello, plus I am uglier than most

 …

I can’t stand the thought of rejection,

So I don’t even want to know your name;

There is no way you would ever want me, so I don’t want to know if you feel the same

 ..

You have heartbreaker written all over your face;

Stealing people’s dreams, before disappearing without a trace

 ..

Michael Jackson wrote a song about your type already, and he named it

Billie Jean;

You don’t know that I love you, as I am always hiding in the background,

So that I am never seen

 ..

Sometimes you catch me staring at you, so I try to look away,

First left, then right and down before above;

High school sweethearts was yesterday, and before that was puppy love

 ..

Each love song I hear I compare it straight to you;

I can’t stop writing these verses, it’s like my pen is stuck to this paper, and this ink has turned into glue

 ..

I wish I could give these letters a beat,

So I could try to sing you this song;

My heart is telling me I am right,

But my brain is telling me I am wrong

 ..

Maybe this feeling will fade, maybe one day I will branch out and grow into a tree;

I have dreamt about your smile a thousand times,

But you have never even once thought about me

 ..

Now when I see you the world around me freezes, and you move in slow motion;

The birds stop flying, everything stops, and even the waves stop breaking in the ocean

..

I don’t have much,

But everything I do have I would give to you;

I feel like I am screaming out for you to see me,

But you just haven’t got a clue

..

I would pull down the planets, and hand you the moon;

But if love was a disease, then I wish I was immune

 ..

I stand shouting into the rain,

But you can never seem to hear me calling;

If love had an edge, then I have truly fallen

 ..

But you will never even read this letter,

Because I am too scared to put my feelings out on show;

These words may as well fall off this page,

Because I am afraid to say hello.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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KEEP MOVING FORWARD

Some people spend their entire lives searching for a miracle, but the gift of life itself is the single greatest reward;

But no matter how many times you get knocked down, you must get back up and keep moving forward

 ..

Some people live in a house full of broken mirrors, after dealing with a past full of pain and rejection;

The darkness can consume your heart, after spending endless nights fighting with your own reflection

 ..

Love can make you or break you, its crazy how four simple letters can make or break your heart;

With love in your life you will feel unbreakable, but without it your dreams will crumble before your eyes and fall apart

 ..

But no matter what life throws your way you must keep your vision set firmly on the prize;

Life is full of so many hellos,

But it is also full of so many goodbyes

 ..

What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, life is a onetime event so never put your dreams on hold, as we never know if tomorrow will be too late;

Our master plan has already been written,

Some will call this destiny, and some would call this fate

 ..

With this pen I have travelled through the stars, as I tried desperately to unravel life’s hidden mystery;

Thousands of verses have now been spilled out onto a page, which means I have nearly finished rewriting history

 ..

A million memories have now been sealed in ink,

A billion dreams now all locked away and stored;

I don’t know what the future has in store for me,

But there is one thing I do know, and that is no matter what, I must

Keep moving forward.

 .

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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CLOSURE

I have spent so many years staring into the sky trying to find heaven, but now I need to pull myself up before I fall down from over exposure;

I write these letters to try and talk to you, and to try and bring me some closure

 ..

For so long I blamed myself for not being by your side when you fell;

Instead of trying to fly, I buried my head in the sand and dragged myself through hell

 ..

Nightmares wrapped my dreams in guilt, as the whispering voices echoed out goodbye;

I sent so many letters up to heaven,

But I never got a reply

 ..

I have used this pen like a needle and thread, as I tried to sew back together my fragile broken heart;

My life had shattered into a million pieces, and everything I touched started to fall apart

 ..

I just want to talk to you, I would give anything to once again see you smile;

After the pain came anger, which was quickly followed by denial

 ..

I have used this pen to release all of my sorrow, which I had bottled up for so many years deep inside;

They said time is a great healer, but in reality the pain never really did subside

 ..

When you passed away I fell into this dark tunnel as a boy, but I have just stepped out into the light as a man;

A thousand letters have now been sealed in ink, all in dedication to my Nan

 ..

I now use your memory as my inspiration, I hear your soft whispers trying to guide me when I close my eyes at night;

You told me I had a destiny,

And that destiny is to write

 ..

But it’s time for me to wipe away these dark inky tears, as I need to stand up tall and show a little more composure;

These letters are to keep your memory alive, but to also try to bring me some closure.

.

IN DEDICATION TO MY NAN

MARION MOWLES

-X-

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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COMIC BOOK SUPERHERO

I live in a different reality to others, even my teachers were always rating my chances of success a zero;

Whilst other kids were busy studying, I was busy daydreaming of becoming a

Comic book superhero

 ..

It started with Spiderman swinging from building to building, before Superman taught me how to fly;

Batman flew through the darkness, lighting up the Gotham City sky

 ..

My superheroes started to leap from my pages, up to the silver screen;

It was about the same time in real life a legend first sung

Billie Jean

 ..

The outside world is changing and my life was Transforming, just like

Optimus Prime;

I started to read fairy tales, which always begun with

Once Upon A time

 ..

From Pinocchio to the big bad wolf,

From fiery dragons to Peter Pan;

People would try to break me, but I was hiding in a hardened shell just like

The Ironman

 ..

From Snow White to Lost Boys,

From a crayon to this pen;

I felt like I was different, so I sort of understood

The X-men

 ..

Captain America flashes Blue, White and Red, deflecting evil with his shield;

Millions of real life heroes have been lost through so many wars,

And now they are just remembered by another poppy in a field

 ..

I admired people like Jack and the beanstalk, as he believed in himself and traded life for a bean;

I learnt the pen is mightier than the sword,

Just like the blades on Wolverine

 ..

Bullies will try to crush our dreams, but hiding inside each of us is a little piece of The Hulk, waiting to be set free;

This pen has become my Lightsaber,

As Darth Vader said

“It is your destiny”

 ..

So you see I live in a different reality to others, my reflection maybe changing but I still have doubters busy rating my chances of success a

Zero;

But even after all these years I am still sat here daydreaming of becoming another

Comic book Superhero

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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WHEN WE DIE

I wonder what happens when we die,

Do you see heaven, or does everything go black?

Is that light so enticing that you will never want to look back

 ..

This path you will have to walk alone, and leave everything and everyone you ever loved behind;

No one can ever teach you about death, it’s like walking into the darkness blind

 ..

The people we leave behind will pray for a resurrection, whilst some will never really get over the pain;

Forever the sun will be hiding, as their dreams begin to drown in the rain

 ..

Are we reincarnated into one of God’s creatures, is that when we take to the skies like a bird?

When we die do our voices become silent, never again to be heard

 ..

Do all of our dreams come true?

Or are they just lost in the night;

We each leave behind a legacy, and mine will be these words that I write

 ..

Will our loved ones be waiting for us, will there be an angel waiting to teach us how to fly;

So many questions will never have an answer, as nobody truly knows what happens when we die

.

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

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2087

My wife and son are at my bedside saying their final goodbye;

I tell my son I am so proud of him, as I watch a tear fall from my Wife’s eye.

 ..

November 2086, we walk hand in hand from the hospital, our lips tremble after being told I only have 2 months left to live;

This cancer has finally beaten me, my will power has nothing left to give.

 ..

I am 80 years old in September 2080, whilst my son celebrates his 50th year;

Watching him grow into the man standing before me has been a blessing, happiness is now responsible for me crying this tear.

 ..

A mass earthquake hitting 12.8 drowns Japan in March 2073;

The maps will now have to be re-written as the country now belongs to the sea.

..

2065. it’s now time for me to put this pen down and for me to retire;

In March of this year thousands of people perish in L.A’s greatest ever forest fire.

 ..

The early part of the 2060’s were spent exploring with my wife, but all the parks had gone, replaced with just another home;

Kids walking around listening to the new craze of music, on their virtual mobile phone.

 ..

The streets go on for miles now, where use to stand trees now lays concrete;

It’s been years now since that day when we felt the grass beneath our feet.

 ..

A moment in history, as America are the first to send a manned mission to Mars;

2058 was the year Earths fossil fuels disappeared, making science look for a new home for us in the stars.

 ..

2055, I’m starting to feel old, grey hairs starting to show;

My wife still looks so amazing, she will never lose that loving glow.

 ..

2051 was the year the world watched on, as Russia offered the first 30 day space holiday, a cruise to the stars;

It was the same year BMW and AUDI, manufactured the world’s first flying cars.

 ..

Endangered animals are starting to fall from the planet, never to been seen again;

No more tigers, no more elephants, no more sharks and no more rhinos, all lost forever, made extinct by men.

 ..

In June 2047 Mount Vesuvius awoke, wiping Italian Naples away in the world’s most violent volcanic eruption;

Just under 3 million people died that day, reminding us all of a broken planets wrath of destruction.

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2042 was a year I will never forget, as Arsenal won all 4 trophies, as well as England winning the world cup in the USA;

My 12 year old son and I watched the final against Brazil, making memories which would stay with us until my dying day.

 ..

The summer of 2040 shows my little family on holiday in San Francisco, taking pictures of us all overlooking the golden gate;

My Son bugging us every second to go to the cinema, to see virtual reality Toy Story 8.

 ..

September 2035 is my Sons first day at school, it feels so surreal as we watch him walking away, turning back to wave us goodbye;

I put my arm around my beautiful Wife, as I watch her eyes fill up to cry.

 ..

Its 11:11am on the 1st of November 2030, my amazing wife has just given birth to our first baby boy;

We named him Dylan, and when I held him in my arms it brings me a new definition to the word joy.

 ..

A flash takes me to March 2030, we have just finished decorating our first proper home, and I am covered from head to toe in paint;

My glowing Wife walks in smiling as she announces “I am pregnant, I did a test, as I was 2 weeks late”.

 ..

1st of August 2025, I watched my stunning wife to be walking down the aisle, as I stood waiting for her to say those words I do;

It was the happiest day of my life, a day to remember, when all of my dreams came true.

 ..

My 21st birthday in 2021, my fiancé surprises me with a cruise around the Caribbean Sea;

In Kingston town I fought back my nerves, knelt down, and asked her to marry me.

 ..

Love makes me float like a butterfly, but pain can sting you like a bee;

On the 10th of May 2019 my Mother passes away, and my girlfriend helps me scatter her ashes out to sea.

..

Christmas 2018 over dinner, my Mother announces she has a disease that starts with a C and in more ways than one ends with an R;

Over the years technology has moved forward, but a medical cure is still just that bridge to far.

 ..

2017 was the year I glanced up and I locked eyes with my future Wife;

It was like meeting my best friend, my soul partner, the person who I was destined to share my life.

 ..

2013 was the year Prince William was crowned as the new king, and to combat terrorism he will personally do all that he can;

The government cause mass rioting on the streets, by enforcing a complete immigration ban.

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A day in British history was the 21st of December 2012, when al Qaeda hijacked 3 planes, with the pure intent of malice;

They bring down the planes into Big Ben, London Bridge and into Buckingham palace.

 ..

14,421 people died that day, sadly the dead included Prince Charles and the Queen;

Images the news broadcast that night were the most surreal pictures my young years has ever seen.

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March 11th 2011 over 10,000 people die, as a tsunami and an 8.9 earthquake brings Japan shaking to its knees;

Our planet is breaking, ice caps are melting, and we have already cut down over 30% of the world’s trees.

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My 10th birthday is spent with my Mother and friends, making sandcastles and splashing in the sea;

We had fish and chips on the promenade, then to the cinema to watch Toy Story 3.

 ..

June 2009 my father packs a suitcase with no goodbye, he didn’t even talk;

My Mother is upstairs silent, as the news headlines announce the loss of the inventor to the moonwalk.

 ..

Summer of 2007 was the first time I felt my body fly;

My Mum and Dad take me to Florida, I felt like I was an eagle soaring high up in the sky.

 ..

September 2005 was my very first day at school, I remember I missed my Mum and all I wanted to do was cry;

She let go of my hand at the door, as I turned back to wave her goodbye.

 ..

On my 1st birthday all I can remember was everyone watching the television, whilst I just sat there and played;

They were watching a film about aeroplanes flying into buildings, and all they kept saying was the same words “World Trade”.

 ..

Its September the 11th 2000, everything is so bright, shadows of people all seem to be smiling with joy;

Somebody places me into a pretty ladies arms, as she whispers out “Hello my little boy”

 ..

Then everything goes dark, from black into a soft shade of blue, it’s the same colour as the sky;

I have made it up in to heaven, my life has just flashed me by.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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PRISONERS OF WAR

(PART 1)

It’s the 14th of May 1942, I just found a pencil and a dirty piece of paper lying on the floor;

Everyone is crying, whilst Daddy whispers to my distraught Mummy “we are just prisoners of war”.

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It’s so cold my feet seem to be soaked with red;

My Daddy covers my ears with his hands, everybody is screaming so loud asking if their families are dead.

 ..

It’s so dark, through the wooden walls I see soldiers all dressed up in there army outfits;

A security light scans across the yard illuminating a sign at the gates, reading Auschwitz.

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The door flies open, taking out the youngest children, they didn’t see me as I was hiding behind my Daddy’s leg;

A stern faced soldier pulls a baby from crying ladies arms, as she drops to her knees to beg.

 ..

But the soldier turns away, the babies and children leaving their parents without so much as a goodbye hug;

Through a gap in the wooden walls I see loads of empty holes in the ground, which have already been dug.

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Through the wooden slates I watch as the demons pick up the babies by their tiny legs, smashing their innocent skulls against a wall made from brick;

The tiny bodies are then just tossed into an open grave, as I turn away feeling sick.

 ..

I must have fallen asleep, I remember dreaming of home, feeling the grass beneath my feet as I run;

My reality hits home as my eyes open, I’m lying on my Daddy’s lap, feeling the warmth through a gap in the walls from the sun.

 ..

Daylight changes nothing, except maybe my point of view;

Daddy is stroking my hair as he whispers in my ear “I am so sorry I couldn’t make all of your dreams come true”.

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It’s the first time I’ve ever seen my parents cry, this cold floor seems to be flooded with everybody’s tears;

We hear choking screams and banging coming from another building, as Daddy once again puts his hands over to cover my ears.

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After a few minutes the banging stops, as did the screams, silence then fell across the camp;

We all watch on as the bodies are dragged out of the building, my tears fell as my heart sank.

 ..

I see the soldiers lining up dozens of men and women back to back over a huge hole, their hands and feet tied together with wire;

Each soldier then picks up his gun, takes aim, and then in turn they all begin to fire.

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Screams and gunshots sound out echoing through my head;

The soldiers calmly put down their weapons, kicking the bodies into the waiting hole, but some of them poor people aren’t even dead.

 ..

One soldier lights a flaming torch, igniting the bodies as smoke fills the sky;

With this pen I send a prayer to god “please don’t let this be the day that I die”.

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The door to our hut swings open, a group of soldiers shouting that we need to strip naked for showers, after which they promise us all a hot drink;

My Mummy and Daddy hold me close, but as we are marched naked into the other building my heart begins to sink.

 ..

We are being told to walk forwards, as we enter, the door slams shut behind us, Daddy picks me up and holds my Mummy’s hand;

As we walk further into the building I realise there are no showers in here, just huge tubes on the ceiling, I really don’t understand.

 ..

A strange smell is starting to fill the room, my Mummy and Daddy cuddle me against a wall as everyone starts to scream, banging on the windows and locked door;

Some people are coughing up blood, and crashing down on to the floor.

 ..

My Mummy’s tears have turned blood red as we all begin to once again cry;

My Daddy has just kissed my forehead as he whispers to me “I’m so sorry but this is goodbye”.

 ..

I glance up, shaking Daddy “please wake up”, but he just slumps down to the ground;

Blood starts dripping from my eyes as I shake my Mummy, but even she doesn’t make a single sound.

 ..

Everything is quiet now, my eyes are closed so I cannot see the words that I write;

I feel my body is drifting away, it has lost its will to fight.

 ..

Everything is so dark, images of my life are flashing me by;

With my last ounce of power I cuddle up to my Mummy and Daddy, as I whisper out to them “Goodbye”.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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PRISONERS 2 WAR

(PART 2)

It’s the 14th of May 1942, my daughter is writing, so I take off my jacket and sit next to her on the concrete floor;

I try to comfort her, everyone is crying as I whisper to my Wife “we are just prisoners of war”.

 ..

It’s so cold, so I cuddle my beautiful family, tonight they will have to use my shoulders for their bed;

I cover my Daughters ears with my hands, as everyone is screaming out so loud, asking if their families are dead.

 ..

It’s getting dark, I cuddle my Wife as we watch our beautiful Daughter peaking through a gap in the wooden walls whilst writing, using my matches for a lamp;

This morning we were free, but tonight our home has turned into the Auschwitz concentration camp.

 ..

I jump up hiding my Daughter behind my legs as the door flies open, soldiers pulling out the youngest children without them even saying their goodbye;

One soldier pulls a baby from screaming ladies arms, as she drops to her knees to cry.

 ..

The soldiers slam the door locking it tight, as I glance behind me and give my shivering Daughter a hug;

She whispers in my ear “Daddy, why are there empty holes in the ground outside, that have already been dug”.

 ..

My Wife starts to get hysterical, I hold her tightly, kiss her on the forehead, she cries out “why is life so cruel and unfair”;

Just then my Daughter turns around feeling sick, I rub her back and hold back her hair.

 ..

My Daughter and Wife fall asleep in my arms, I stay awake all night, thinking maybe there was more I could have done;

My little family awakes, as we see the light piercing through a gap in the wooden slates from the sun.

 ..

I feel like crying, breaking down but as I look at my Daughter I think I must somehow stay strong for you;

I stroke her pretty brown hair, as I whisper in her ear “I am so sorry I couldn’t make all of your dreams come true”.

 ..

My Wife starts to cry as she kisses us both, I couldn’t hold back my tears;

Then we hear banging and screaming coming from the next building, so I once again put my hands over, to cover my Daughter’s ears.

 ..

We all listened in silence, after a few minutes the screams died, until we realized what all of the banging was about;

We all watch on through the gaps in the walls, as in turn each soldier drags yet another dead body out.

 ..

We stare in disbelief as the soldiers line up dozens of elderly Husbands and Wives back to back, their hands and feet bound together with wire;

The hairs on my neck stand on end, as each soldier picks up their riffle, takes aim, then in turn they all begin to fire.

 ..

Just then our hut door swings open, the soldiers from before are back, shouting we all need to strip naked for showers, after which they promise us all a hot drink;

I pick up my Daughter and hold my Wife’s hand, there is so much crying and shouting, I couldn’t even think.

 ..

A soldier shouts for us all to walk forwards, the door slams shut behind us, I pick up my Daughter again and hold tighter on my Wife’s hand;

As we walk further into the building and see no showers, just fans on the ceiling, it dawns on me what the soldiers have planned.

 ..

I start to smell gas, my Wife and I cuddle our shaking Daughter in the corner, as everybody starts to scream, banging on the windows and locked door;

I try to cover my Daughter’s eyes, as people are coughing up blood and crashing down on to the cold concrete floor.

 ..

I kiss my Wife and tell her I love her, I see tears of blood as we cry;

I kiss my beautiful Daughter’s forehead, as I whisper out to her “I am so sorry my child, but this is goodbye”.

 ..

Everything then goes black, the last memory I have is hearing my Daughter cry;

I found a piece of paper and a pencil in heaven, so I thought I would write you this letter from the sky.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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DESTINY TO WRITE

Since you were a child your nightmares have shaken you, leaving you left shivering through the night;

You use to wake and write them down sealing them in pen, your poetry became your only guiding light.

 ..

It was your journals to start with logging each emotion you ever use to feel;

Then that turned into this poetry your now reading, creating words as strong as solid steel.

 ..

At times things seemed impossible, the books have witnessed them all;

They have been by your side through battles, and they have helped pick you up from your fall.

 ..

I remember lying in hell, total darkness with nothing and nobody, all I had was paper and this pen;

It got me through my darkest hours, when boys have to grow up to become men.

 ..

You have used this pen to make all of your dreams come true;

You have books upon books of memories, a whole lifetime entitled the destiny of you

 ..

The battle is now over, the war has been won and you no longer have to fight;

You have finally found your way through the darkness and realised, it was your destiny to write.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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WORLD TRADE 9/11

(PART 1)

The plane touches down at J.F.K, where we are greeted by the sun;

It’s the first day of our vacation, the date is Monday the 10th of September, 2001.

 ..

We drop our suitcases at the hotel, before heading straight out to sight see;

I hold my girlfriends hand as we walk, she has no idea tomorrow I will ask her to marry me.

 ..

I’m thinking for the ideal destination to ask her, an unforgettable proposal to sweep her off her feet;

Then it comes to me as I glance up towards the heavens, and see the World Trade centre’s standing proud, at the bottom of the street.

 ..

I say in the morning we will go to the top and watch the sun as it rises into the sky;

She kisses me gently whispering “that would be a dream come true”, as I watch her eyes fill up to cry.

 ..

Back at the hotel, I quickly hide the engagement ring in my bag before she walks back out of the bathroom, turning out the light;

We lay in each other’s arms until she falls asleep, I kiss her on the forehead and say “I love you baby, goodnight”.

 ..

I’m awake before my alarm sounds, nerves are over-whelming my heart;

Today is Tuesday the 11th of September 2001, today is a new beginning, a brand new start.

 ..

Its 8:30am when we make our way out the hotel and to the bottom of the World Trade;

The sun is shining so brightly, this is the day dreams could be made.

 ..

It dawns on me, in the rush I left the engagement ring back in our hotel room;

I tell my beautiful girlfriend “I’ve forgotten something, you make your way to the top and I will catch you up real soon”.

 ..

I run as fast as my legs will go, I pick up the ring, and glance at my watch, the time now is 9 ‘o clock;

I make it back outside and smile, as I see the World Trade centre’s shining at the end of our block.

..

As I make my way down the street I run through in my mind how I will propose and declare my undying love;

My thoughts are disrupted, as I glance up to see a huge plane flying really low in the blue skies above.

 ..

Time then moved in slow motion as my heart seemed to be drained of all of its power;

I watch on helplessly as the plane flies directly into the World Trades North facing tower.

 ..

Screams are coming from the building as smoke and flames lick up at the skies;

The roof top where my girlfriend will be waiting is surrounded in black smoke, as sirens sound on the streets, drowning out their cries.

 ..

I make it to ground zero, the police push me back, pieces of the building are falling all around me, as everyone starts to cower;

Police officers hold me down facing the skies, as another plane crashes into the second World Trade tower.

 ..

Panic sets in, even the emergency services look petrified, and nobody knows just what is going to happen;

I over hear fire fighters say they cannot reach the top floors, as smoke blocks out the sun in lower Manhattan.

..

People are hanging out of the windows screaming, everyone is being pushed back as bodies start to fall from the sky;

Those poor souls chose to jump, instead of staying up there in the black clouds to die.

 ..

Fire fighters tell me there is no way to the top, a dead tone is all I get when I try to call my girlfriends phone;

I feel so helpless standing here, as I think she is up there dying all on her own.

 ..

Everyone starts to run as the South tower starts to crumble, but I didn’t know which way to turn;

The building crashes to the ground in a cloud of dust, as the first tower still continues to burn.

 ..

I open my eyes, the air is thick with dust, and it seems to be chasing people down the street;

The force of the collapse was so immense it knocks us all straight off of our feet.

 ..

I squint my eye’s through the ash just in time to watch as the North tower comes crashing down onto my dream;

Its falling confirms my worst nightmare, my love is dead, and all I could do was scream.

 ..

Everyone is still running away, but I’m running back towards the mass of rubble, fumbling blind through the smoke;

I put my hand over my mouth, coughing, this ash is causing me to choke.

 ..

I drop to my knees as I find what was the top of the North tower, all that’s left Is the stars and stripes of America’s flag;

I remember I still have my girlfriends engagement ring, safely stored away in my bag.

 ..

The diamond sparkles, as I lay back trying to look through the ash so that I can see the sun;

This date will now never be forgotten,

 Tuesday the 11th of September, 2001.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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WORLD TRADE 2

(PART 2…DEAR DIARY)

I hold my boyfriend’s hand real tight as the plane bounce’s down onto the runway at J.F.K;

It’s the 10th of September 2001, which means the beginning of my very first New York holiday.

 ..

Our hotel is amazing, but I hear the shops on Fifth Avenue calling me;

I love my boyfriend so much, at last I have found my destiny.

 ..

We walk hand in hand in the sun, until shadows make us stare into the skies above;

The World Trade Centre’s tower over us, as I hug my boyfriend tightly, dear diary I am so in love.

 ..

My boyfriend whispers “in the morning we will go to the top of the World Trade, and watch the sun rising into the sky”;

I kiss him gently and say “that would be a dream come true” and my eyes fill up to cry.

 ..

We make it back to the hotel, I relax in the Jacuzzi bath, before going to bed and turning out the light;

I lay in my boyfriend’s arms falling asleep, as I feel him kiss my forehead whispering to me “goodnight”.

 ..

My eyes open, I am so excited as through the curtains I see the rising sun;

Dear diary, today is Tuesday the 11th of September, 2001.

 ..

By half past eight we are walking down the block, making our way to the bottom of the World Trade;

The sun is shining so brightly, this is the sort of day that dreams are made.

 ..

Just as we are about to enter the World Trade Centre my boyfriend panics, his left something back in our hotel room;

He says “I have to go and get it baby, you make your way to the top and I will catch you up real soon”.

 ..

I kiss him on the cheek, as I tell him to hurry up, he smiles and says “I will darling, see you later”;

I slowly make my way through the North towers lobby, and enter the closest elevator.

 ..

After what seemed an eternity the lift door opens, and I make my way to the top of the tower;

I glance at my watch wondering where my boyfriend has got to, he has been gone almost half an hour.

 ..

The view takes my breath away, I close my eyes and feel the wind brushing through my hair;

I walk towards the barrier to try and see my boyfriend, but the people look just like little ants crawling all the way down there.

 ..

As I take in the view I notice a plane flying really low, in fact it’s heading right this way;

Fear freezes me to the spot, my legs wouldn’t move, I couldn’t even try to run away.

 ..

I stare petrified as I watch the plane come so close, an image that seemed so surreal, it felt like a never ending dream;

I thought the plane would turn at the last second but it didn’t, and all I could do was scream.

 ..

The impact rocked the tower, knocking me back straight off of my feet;

Even from all the way up here, I could hear screaming and shouting from down there on the street.

..

I try to crawl away as everyone on the roof top is screaming, I call out to my boyfriend, I’m praying that he made it up here okay;

Thick black smoke starts to engulf the roof, blocking out sunlight from the day.

 ..

I make it to the elevator, hitting the button, but the doors never open;

Flames and smoke cover the broken stairwell, as I crawl back to the roof top choking.

 ..

I can make out the sound of sirens from down below, but the noise is faint, being drowned out by thousands of peoples cries;

I make it back to the barrier, just in time to watch another plane crash into the opposite tower, after falling from the skies.

 ..

I scream out for my boyfriend, I pray, I beg for him to come and tell me that everything is going to be alright;

But no one answers my calls, as I crouch down on the ground choking, the smoke is so black I couldn’t tell if it was the day or the night.

 ..

Through the smoke I see people standing on the edge, waving their arms, I scream as someone decides to jump from the skies;

I watch as a woman holds her baby in her arms, trying to calm her child as she cries.

 ..

I hear a massive rumble like an earthquake, through the smoke I see the second tower smash down to the streets in lower Manhattan;

I realize I am going to die, as I break down into tears screaming “why did this have to happen”.

 ..

I lay back, and through the smoke I can just about make out the blue of the sky;

Through my prayers I say goodbye to my family and boyfriend, as I cover my face with my hands and cry.

 ..

The floor starts collapsing, my body begins its long fall towards the ground, as my soul rises up into heaven;

I am writing this letter from the skies, dedicated to all the fallen souls who passed away during 9/11.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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SUPERMAN

I can move with the wind, I can fly up high in the sky;

I have stab proof skin, and there are no tears when I cry.

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I can move so fast, sound cannot even catch me;

I can fly with the speed of light, so I am already living my destiny.

 ..

I can see into the future, its tiny whispers appear to sound so loud;

I can choose anywhere to be my home, I can even make my bed inside of a cloud.

 ..

I will never get any older, my skin will never age;

My heart is a recluse, that’s locked itself away in a cage.

 ..

I can move mountains, I can tell if someone is a liar;

I have a heart made from ice, and words so cold it could extinguish every single fire.

 ..

I can walk on water, and from the ashes I can rise above;

I may not be human, but I still need to feel love.

 ..

I am immortal, creation was my master plan;

Keep your eyes on the heavens, Who am I ?

I am SuperMan.

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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MAKE A CHANGE

It’s time we made a change, and that change had better start off with me;

The skies are getting warmer, the ice caps are melting, causing rising in the sea.

 ..

Endangered animals we take for granted, will pretty soon disappear forever from the wild;

I just hope we can look at ourselves when we hear our children, tell that to their future grandchild.

 ..

Technology has built computers, robots and even put men on the moon;

But we still have starvation in the world, and a cure for Cancer doesn’t seem to be appearing anytime soon.

 ..

Global warming heats our planet, but we don’t have a spare one sitting in reserve;

We cut down rain forests without ever stopping to think, of all of the animals that we may disturb.

 ..

People fight in wars, when surely they should just be grateful to be alive;

Governments around the world filling their pockets, with that pathetic excuse, they have tried.

..

Fossil fuels are running out, disappeared completely by the year 2080;

Earthquakes still leave thousands homeless, in the Caribbean side of Haiti.

 ..

They say Nasa is looking for another planet in the galaxy, for us to destroy;

But we aren’t playing marbles, this is our children’s lives, not just some replaceable toy.

 ..

Terrorism haunts our daily lives, just look at the London bombings, and ask the U.S.A;

Al Qaeda threatens a world, as did the I.R.A

 ..

The cold streets of our cities are littered with the homeless, who have no place left to go;

Perhaps a little love, is all that we need to show.

..

Forest fires burn America, as violent tornadoes teach houses how to fly;

I imagine God isn’t too happy, if he is watching over us from the sky.

 ..

Our world is breaking beneath our feet, simply because we do not show enough care;

It’s our children’s children I feel sorry for, a broken planet we leave you, and that just seems to be so unfair.

 ..

Dolphins caught in nets, Sharks and Whales hunted to extinction from our sea;

Life isn’t a cage, life means to live free.

 ..

Are we facing the end, or will God set up some sort of exchange;

Actions speak louder than words, it’s time now to make a change.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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THE SHIP OF DREAMS

Its Wednesday the 10th of April 1912, I hold my Son’s hand as crowds of passengers are acting all frantic;

My Son and I stand quietly at the waterfront, waiting patiently to board Titanic.

 ..

Today is a new beginning, the first day of our new life;

Last week my Son had to say goodbye to his Mother, whilst I had to say goodbye to my Wife.

 ..

In my hand I hold three tickets, but only two of us are here today;

Her fever got higher and higher, until one morning I kissed her goodbye, just as she passed away.

 ..

As we walk up the ramp boarding the ship, my Son turns around whispering “Mummy, I will miss you, I hope you like your new home in the sky”;

Just then floating past us, was the most beautiful butterfly.

 ..

Hustling and bustling through the hallways, finding our cabin way down on the decks below;

We hear a loud horn blast three times, which means it’s time for us to go.

 ..

My Son looks sad, sat on the bed, his bottom lip trembling as his eyes drop a single sorry tear;

I kneel down in front of him whispering “what’s a matter Son”, he replies “I just wish that my Mum was here”.

 ..

I hug him as tears fill my eyes, but I promised myself to never let him see me cry;

I swallow the lump in my throat, as I tremble out “I know Son, and so do I”.

..

We walk up on deck, everyone is waving goodbye to their loved ones, and the air is filled with excited whistling screams;

I pick up my Son and say “make a wish and it will come true, as we are board the ship of dreams”.

 ..

He closes his eyes tight, before opening them back up saying “done”, I ask him what he wished for, a new bike or to live forever;

He just shakes his head and says “nope”, I just wished that me, you and Mum, were all back together”.

 ..

The days are spent teaching my Son the gift of how to read and write;

As the sunsets over the horizon, I would lay awake, whilst the ship cuts through the waves at night.

 ..

I was writing in my journal in the middle of the night, when a crunching, crashing noise makes my pen slip from the page, I can hear shouting coming from the deck up top;

Shudders rumble through the decks, and then the engines stop.

 ..

My Son sits up in his bed, rubbing his eyes with both hands, asking why people were shouting from the upper deck;

I tell him to lie back down, whilst I go up top to check.

 ..

Whispers echo through the hallways, the unsinkable ship is going down, after crashing into a berg made from ice;

I can’t believe what I am hearing, so I have to ask them twice.

 ..

I run up to a group of white star cabin crew, asking them what’s gone wrong;

They say “just make your way back to your cabin, and put your life jacket on”.

 ..

I run back to my cabin, my Son is looking so scared, I say “we need to get up on deck and find a life boat”;

I try to talk calmly, but it’s so hard when you have a lump in your throat.

 ..

I put my life jacket around my Son, pick him up and rush through the hallways, where we are greeted by a crowd of passengers, all shouting behind a locked gate;

The crew members all shouting for us to stay calm down here, strangers are now in control of our fate.

 ..

After hours of pushing, screaming and shouting, all the trapped passengers overwhelm the hallways, pushing forward, causing the gate to fall;

People start to scream, as we see the water come trickling down our hall.

 ..

The door crashes open to the fresh air, people running and screaming as all the life boats have gone, full of the rich, leaving all of the poor;

People are panicking, pushing children over, and just leaving them to cry alone on the wooden floor.

 ..

I kneel down in front of my Son, and as I tighten up his life belt our eyes lock, his blue lips tremble “Daddy, what are we going to do”;

I hold him tightly and whisper “no matter what, I promise I will never let go of you”.

 ..

Waves start to break over the front of the ship, making their way up to the hundreds of people praying;

There is no place to run, as my Son asks “Dad, why are all the musicians still playing”.

 ..

The waves are getting closer, we keep backing away, but on a ship there are only so many places to hide;

The front of the ship disappears into the sea, as I crouch down protecting my Son as he cried.

..

Titanic starts to sink to the depths, causing the rear of the ship to soar high into the sky;

I try to hold on to the barrier, as my Son screams out “Daddy, please don’t let go of me, I don’t want to die”.

 ..

We slide down, splashing into the freezing waves, as we face the stars, looking up at the rear of the ship, sitting upright hundreds of feet in the air;

I grab my Sons life jacket as I swim, pulling him into the darkness, until the skies light up from another red flare.

 ..

All the lights go out, leaving my Son bobbing in the darkness whilst I tread water, trying to keep my head from a watery grave;

Whistles and screams echo out, hundreds of people splashing in the darkness, each have a dream to save.

 ..

Rumbling splashing noises drown out our cries, as the ship of dreams sinks to the bottom of the Atlantic Sea;

I try to hug up to my Son as he cries out, “Daddy I’m so scared, please don’t leave me”.

 ..

It’s so cold, I can’t feel my legs, my Son has stopped crying, as he looks towards the night sky;

His purple lips tremble out “look Daddy, I can see a butterfly”.

 ..

I hold him close as I tremble out “no matter what happens, I will not let you go, not now, not ever”;

His head doesn’t stop facing the stars as he whispers, “Daddy my wish is coming true, me, you and Mummy are all going to be back together”.

 ..

Tears fall from my eyes, as I cry “Son please don’t say that, we are going to be alright”;

 No reply leaves his lips, as darkness descends across my night.

..

I hold him tightly, shouting “please Son wake up”, his freezing body just bobs in the water, as his head falls back further to face the sky;

I hold him tighter, begging him to wake up, as I break into tears and cry.

 ..

I can’t hold on any longer, but I promised my Son I would never let him go;

My hands tremble, as I take off his life jacket, I kiss him gently on the cheek, as we sink down beneath the waves below.

..

The stars become a blur underneath the waves, I close my eyes, as the water turns into clouds, I see my Son and Wife walking towards me, as I drop to my knees to cry;

My Son whispers “Daddy my wish did come true”, as I finish writing you this letter, from my new home in the sky.

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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KING OF POP

This letter is dedicated to my icon, people put him down but the cream always rises to the top;

This letter is in memory of Michael Jackson, also known as the king of pop.

 ..

If I rewind time, I mean all the way back to the very first music video I had ever seen;

The images would play me a man throwing his hat into the crowd, whilst he sung out Billie Jean.

 ..

He could pull off dance moves which left nations in disbelief, jaws on the floor, unable to talk;

I remember sliding backwards on my kitchen floor, trying to mimic his moonwalk.

 ..

He was the first black man to appear on MTV, his ambition opened the doors for an entire new music culture;

He was found not guilty in court, but that didn’t stop people trying to pick at him like a vulture.

 ..

His childhood was spent entertaining the world, instead of toys, he had a microphone, which made him so unique;

His entire life was spent in the spot light, and you have the arrogance to call him a freak.

 ..

Some people say he was crap, I ask how over a billion fans can be wrong;

He didn’t sing about how rich he was, or how he was gangster, he just tried to bring the world a little closer through his song.

..

I had tickets for his final concerts in London, after hours of clogging up the phone line;

But tragically the king of pop passed away, on Thursday the 25th of June, 2009.

 ..

An irreplaceable genius has gone, an icon and legend, I don’t care what any other doubter will say;

I send this letter to the heavens, in loving memory of my hero, M.J.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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THE UNDEAD

Its Friday the 9th of April, 2015, as the sun pierces through my boarded up windows, shinning across my bed;

Another sleepiness night, as all I could hear was the screams ringing out from the undead.

 ..

It’s been Eight days since the news broadcasts stopped, Six days since I had to wipe the blood away from my dying Wife;

As her eyes closed, I kissed her goodbye, but then she woke up screaming, as she came back to life.

 ..

Her eyes rolled red, her nails and teeth digging into my coat;

I tried to stop her biting me as I cried, I wrapped my hands around her throat.

 ..

She kept fighting like a wild animal, snapping her jaws, as I reach to the kitchen work top, grabbing a knife;

I bring the blade down, stabbing it through her eye, as I said goodbye to my Wife.

 ..

I remember kneeling next to her crying, as silence takes over my home;

Now Six days later I am living in the darkness, boarded up windows and doors leave me a recluse, who is trapped living on my own.

 ..

As the sun reached into the skies, the streets go quiet;

For the first time in weeks I unlock my front door, as I am greeted by scenes which resemble the aftermath of a full scale riot.

 ..

I don’t want to go out, but it’s either starve as a recluse, or fumble through hell to find some supplies;

I take my first trembling steps into the deserted streets, as the sun beats down from the silent blue skies.

 ..

The streets of London are so quiet, burnt out cars and taxis litter the roads, the pavements are free from people’s feet;

All the shop windows are smashed, as I walk down a silent Oxford Street.

 ..

Litter blowing through the city, the spring breeze brings the smell of death;

Torn up corpse’s stream across my path, images so horrifying they make me sweat, and take away my breath.

 ..

The clock on Big Ben stands still, the London eye is stuck motionless reflecting the sun of the day;

I stand at the entrance to Westminster station, but an eerie darkness is all I feel sweeping up from the subway.

 ..

Walking in a daze, as over the Thames I see a deserted Millennium Dome;

After hours of walking I see Buckingham Palace, no flag is flying, which means the Queen cannot be home.

 ..

Time plays no part in this world, the sun starts to hide behind the buildings, as shadows reach out to me, like I am living inside of a dark dream;

Echoing cries screech out from the darkness, it’s like the streets themselves are trying to scream.

 ..

I run as fast as my legs will go, echoing screams seem to be chasing me, why did I leave getting home so late;

I feel the sweat pouring from me, as it drains away my fate.

..

I feel grass underneath my feet, as I run frantically into Hyde Park;

The moon has now replaced the sun, as thousands of screams echo through the dark.

 ..

Staggering dark figures walk towards me from every direction, I drop to my knees to cry;

I clasp my hands together and pray, “Please God give this fallen angel wings, and teach me how to fly”.

 ..

I scream out as teeth and nails rip into me, tearing my soul apart;

I see the stars through clouds of blood, as I feel the final beat echo from my heart.

 ..

After what seemed to be hours of darkness, my eyes open, but all I can see is red;

I scream into the night sky, as the thirst for blood takes over me, I am now one of the undead.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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EVEN ANGELS WILL FALL

Sometimes you have to realize that even angels will fall;

If my life was a movie set, the director would be shouting “That’s a wrap”, as it time for my curtain call.

 ..

The words have been written, sealed for an eternity to read;

Ink has taken over my soul, which leaks out when I bleed.

 ..

My heart is beating slower, I once asked God to send me a sign;

These books were my message, as my pen starts to flat line.

 ..

Wishes can come true, if you sit on a river you will just float down stream;

But if you stand up and fight against the current, you can slowly wade your way forwards, to achieve your dream.

 ..

Tears flow through my pen turning into ink, writing on a blank page;

Some letters were inspired by happiness, and some letters were inspired by rage.

 ..

I never gave up on my dream, even though sometimes people said I was destined to fail;

Now those same people are hanging their heads, as my destiny did prevail.

 ..

People use to laugh at me, when they saw me sat there, eyes closed with a pen and a piece of paper;

But I moved my life on, whilst they are still sat in the same place, all these years later.

 ..

But I have to stop writing now, as the ink is just running dry;

Sometimes you have to stop for a second, enjoy the moment, because even angels can fall from the sky.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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GRANDDAD

It’s Monday the 17th of July, 1995, I sit on the sofa reading the paper, as my beautiful Wife walks in with my cup of tea;

I see butterflies fluttering outside in the morning sun, as I look down the garden checking out my Avery.

 ..

My Wife and I make plans for my retirement, which is just over a week away;

After a lifetime of working, I wonder just how I will spend each and every single day.

 ..

My Wife truly is my other half, after a lifetime together we are no longer two people, we are bonded as one;

My Wife fussing around making cheese straws, as we prepare a welcome for my Grandson.

 ..

I watch on smiling, as she runs the Hoover across the floor;

The doorbell echoes through the hallway, it’s my Grandson waiting patiently at the door.

 ..

He has grown so big, as I offer him a seat;

My Wife is still fussing, as she offers him the entire kitchen to eat.

 ..

We laugh and talk for the day, catching a moment in time;

My Grandson is just like me, as I look into his eyes I see a legacy which is mine.

 ..

I say “we will have Fish and Chips for dinner, why don’t you stay and have tea with us”;

My Grandson replies “thank you, but I am going out with my friends tonight, and it won’t be long before I catch the homeward bound bus”.

 ..

I walk with him to the bus stop, whilst I push my bike, so I can fetch home our tea;

As he hugs me goodbye I whisper, “Don’t leave it so long, before you come back and see me”.

 ..

He boards the bus and runs to the back, so he can wave me goodbye;

As the bus pulls away, tears start to fall from the sky.

 ..

I get our dinner and quickly ride home, trying to get out of the rain;

As we sit eating our Fish and Chips, my chest feels discomfort, which then turns into pain.

 ..

My Wife looks worried as she says “darling, are you alright”, I tremble out “I will be fine, I think I just need something to drink”;

As she runs into the kitchen, I feel my heart squeeze real tight, as my body starts to sink.

 ..

My plate smashes down onto the floor, as my Wife rushes back in, lights flash past my life;

I grab my chest, as I crash down to the floor, I see heaven through the eyes of my angelic Wife.

 ..

Everything is going dark, tears fall from my eyes, as I don’t want to say goodbye to my love;

I hold my Wife’s hand, whispering “I love you”, as my soul rises up into the beautiful blue skies above.

 ..

I write this letter from the heavens, watching over a family who would make any man proud;

I seal this letter with a kiss, as I watch it float down from my cloud.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

..

DEDICATED TO

JOHN MOWLES

A FATHER, A GRANDAD, A FRIEND

WHO WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

-X-

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RE-VERSE

The heart monitor flat lines, I sink down to a constant sounding beep;

I drop off this world, as even angels will someday have to fall down to sleep.

 ..

An electric pulse shakes back down the defibrillator, as the doctor shouts out stand clear;

Watery cries roll back up my cheek and into my eyes, like a patiently waiting tear.

 ..

The paramedic’s rush me back outside into the lifting rain, as blood pours back into where the knife had cut;

They lift me back into the ambulance, as the open doors are slammed back shut.

 ..

Speeding down the road backwards, as the blue lights are flashing the other way;

Through the rear view window, I see the stars and moon sink, as the setting sun lifts back up into the day.

 ..

The paramedics pull me off the stretcher, laying me back onto the ground;

As the ambulance reverses backwards and away, the sirens become just another distant sound.

 ..

I lay on my back on the grass, as a dark figure stands over me, unsaying the last words that he had just said;

As I get back to my feet, the knife pulls out from my chest, which seals the hole back up which bled.

 ..

The dark figure puts his knife back up his sleeve, as he shouts “GIVE ME YOUR WALLET, AND YOUR FUCKING MOBILE PHONE”;

As he steps back into the shadows, I pace backwards, walking down the dark alley all on my own.

 ..

As the rain lifts back into the sky, I pull down the hood from my coat;

I walk back through my front door, and un-write the poem I had just wrote.

 ..

I lift my cigarette back from the ash tray, re lighting itself, as the smoke drifts down back into the paper;

I pick up my box of cigarettes, seeing only one fag left, before I    un-think of going to the shop later.

 ..

I unfold the letter, un-lick the stamp, put away the envelope, until this poem is no longer ready to send;

I put my pen down, sign my name, before finally reading out the last two words on the page, which spells out the end.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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LIFE

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its up’s and down’s, but it’s your choice to scream or to just enjoy the ride;

Life is a onetime event, there is no time to push your hopes and dreams to one side.

..

Success doesn’t just fall onto your lap. Life is hard like trying to ice skate up hill;

Life is full of choices, just like in the Matrix we all have to choose to take that red or blue pill.

 ..

Life moves so fast, our time will never slow down or stop;

We spend our entire lives climbing life’s ladder, but where do we go once we have finally reached the top.

 ..

Life gives no second chances, life can lift you high but then within minutes crash you back down to the ground;

If your life was a boxing match, would you be entering into the 1st, the 10th or are you just facing up to your last and final round.

 ..

Life is too short to tell your dreams that they have to wait;

I was born to write these verses for you, it was my destiny, my butterfly effect, my uncontrollable fate.

 ..

Please don’t take your life for granted, just try to remember that heaven is only ever just a single missed heartbeat away;

Each morning is a new beginning, the rising sun equals, the start of a brand new day.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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CLOSE MY EYES

I close my eyes as dreams drift me off into the night;

This page is my pillow, my mind is asleep whilst my pen still continues to write.

 ..

My body surrenders to the darkness, as my brain works in partnership with my hand;

The ink floods over this blank page, revelling just what my destiny has planned.

 ..

I fall deeper and deeper into my sleeping silence;

These words aren’t just verses put together, they were written to give you hope and guidance.

 ..

You have written you’re destiny, but I do worry that one day your imagination will just run dry;

These words have consumed you’re heart so much, that ink now rolls down you’re cheeks when you cry.

 ..

The silent pen moves across this letter, as dreams flow through you’re sleeping brain;

My angels sit up on their clouds reading you’re verses, as their tears fall from the heavens they turn into rain.

 ..

You’re destiny has brought you this far, you have nearly made it, but you have to keep on fighting;

You know what you have to do to succeed, and that’s to just keep on writing.

 ..

It was angels who altered you’re destiny, giving you the chance to write your very own resurrection;

You will never stand alone in life, if you look closely in the mirror you will see angels, standing next to your reflection.

 ..

Keep the faith, and one day soon I promise you will get you’re break;

The sun is starting to rise now, it will soon be your time to wake.

 ..

It’s my time to leave you now, as the sun slowly creeps its way into the early morning skies;

Just try and trust what I have written for you my child, as it’s now time for you to open up your eyes.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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MOMENT IN TIME

It has been 378 months since my tongue first became twisted, mixing these verses up to rhyme;

It has now been 11,519 days since life gave me my first gift, a single moment in time.

 ..

33 weeks ago an earthquake shook Japan, so strong it brought a nation to its knees;

It has been 235 days now, since the land was swallowed, left drowning under the seas.

 ..

It has been 3,650 days since the skylines changed, shattering dreams beyond repair;

It has now been 87,600 hours, since the worlds eyes were stuck glued on one city, with a silent unblinking stare.

 ..

Time can also reunite nations, as nearly 22 years ago the Berlin Wall fell, that’s 8,030 sunrises, almost to the day;

But time moved on, rains fell, washing a violent history away.

 ..

It has been 348 months since E.T lifted a glowing finger to the silver screens, needing to phone home;

Just 168 weeks earlier, Michael Jackson sung to the world, just “leave me alone”.

 ..

102 months ago heaven had a vacancy for an angel, so they employed my Nan;

It was about the same time in life, I acted more like a lost boy, and less like Peter Pan.

 ..

It’s now been 48 years since the grassy knoll shot J.F.K;

22,236 weeks have now  passed, since Frank Sinatra first belted out

“My Way”.

 ..

We all have our own moment in time, it was 1,512 weeks ago that my very first wish came true;

It has now only been 7 minutes, 15 seconds, since I started writing this letter for you.

 ..

In 24 hours time a new day will leave today in the past, you have your moment, whilst I am busy writing mine;

Our history will never repeat itself, as we are only ever here, for just a single moment in time.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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FALL IN L.O.V.E

We spend our entire lives searching for love, out of 6 billion people we have to somehow find just one;

Years are spent walking around in the darkness, searching for a warmth that is only ever comparable to the sun.

..

Some people throw these 4 letters around to quickly, endless nights spent listening to fakes tell their lies;

But once they have used you, they just pack up and say their goodbyes.

 ..

Heartbreak can hit you like a hurricane, squeezing your lungs free from air;

For a broken heart there is no medicine, an emotional pain for which nothing else could ever compare.

 ..

The legendary Bob Marley once wrote, “Truth is everyone is going to hurt you, you just got to find the ones worth suffering for”;

Finding love can flip reverse your entire life, turning your ceiling into your floor.

 ..

Love can stretch across the world, for true love there is nothing that we would not do;

It’s crazy how 3 simple words can alter your destiny, just by simply hearing someone whisper “I love you”.

 ..

Love can make new memories, when you close your eyes you can immediately picture their face;

Memories can last for an eternity, reminding you of your first kiss, the date, the time and the place.

 ..

Love can make you float like a butterfly, but love can also sting you like a bee;

No matter where you are in life, we will all end up in the place we were always destined to be.

 ..

Love can only work if your reflection shines back two, sometimes you have to just sit there and watch love walk away;

No matter how much you cry, no matter how much you wish, you can never rewind time back to Yesterday.

 ..

Love can overwhelm your heart, quickly turning into an obsession;

Without your love to guide you, your life can suddenly sink into a pitch black depression.

 ..

It’s the little things in life which can ignite a love to fall;

It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor, old or young, true love will one day find us all.

 ..

A true love never really dies, it stays with us even when our souls rise above;

We are all destined to make our dreams come true, just as we are all destined to someday fall in love.

..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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BEHIND MY SMILE

Am I ever going to make it, or am I just living in denial;

As the pressure builds up all I can do now, is just hide behind my smile.

 ..

This ink tries to convince me that everything is going to be alright;

As the world sleeps, my pen stays awake still continuing to write.

 ..

Hours are spent arguing with this pen, just how can we make this next letter even more heartfelt than the last;

The ink is busy trying to write my future, whilst I am still learning from the mistakes that I made in the past.

 ..

I’ve spent so many years writing, even my dreams are starting to rhyme;

Is it really my destiny to write, or am I just wasting my time?

 ..

Two voices echo through my mind, one whispers words of hope, the other just brings me doubt and confusion;

This pen is starting to run dry, whilst I ask the heavens for yet another ink transfusion.

 ..

Is there light at the end of the tunnel, or are these verses written to only enlighten me;

I don’t just doubt myself as a writer, I am doubting my entire destiny.

 ..

I keep questioning myself, how can I do this all on my own;

Even though these verses are being read across the world, for some reason I have never felt so alone.

 ..

I put my heart and soul into each letter that I write, deep down I know that is all that I can do;

These verses may have climbed up into heaven, but I just hope they have somehow reached out to you.

 ..

My wish and ambition is simple, I just want to be the best that I can be;

We all have a dream in life we chase, the same way as we all have a destiny.

 ..

I look up to the heavens asking for guidance, I’ve called on my guardian angels so many times I have their number locked on speed dial;

My dreams are waiting patiently in the background, as the belief in myself is left, trapped behind my smile.

..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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THE GAME

Old fashioned writers say “sticks and stones will break your bones, but words can never hurt”, well I am here to put that saying to the test;

My Resurrection is nearing its completion, as hundreds of poets give up, just laying their pens down to rest.

..

Posh, old so called poets scratch their heads, worrying that their verses no longer sound relevant, and somehow I am the one to blame;

They need to remember that sometimes the players change, but the game always stays the same.

 ..

If your destiny is to write, there is no such problem as writers block;

Your acting like it’s the first time you’ve read the word Fuck, why is your mouth wide open? Why are you in shock?

 ..

Just because your Daddy paid for you to go to university, it doesn’t make you anymore of a man;

You’re words are just getting blown away with the wind, as you’re written shit hits the fan.

 ..

Critics going weak at the knees reading these letters, this industry is now mine to take control;

You try to respond with some over elaborated phrase, well now you are just sounding like an arsehole.

 ..

I am not one of your stereotypical poets, I try to write my lyrics like music without a beat;

You act like the world’s greatest writer, when in reality you would have to jump up high, just to be the same level as my feet.

 ..

My posh doubters are still trying to put me down, apparently private schooling makes them upper class;

I am sorry but are you bent over whilst you speak, because to me it sounds just like you are talking out of your ass.

 ..

Doubters sounding like giants behind their computers, but then when I see them, they just slink off hiding their face;

My destiny isn’t to compete with you haters, my destiny is quite simple, I am here to take you’re place.

 ..

You tried to destroy me, but as My Resurrection nears its conclusion, all you can do is just hang your heads in shame;

I don’t think you underestimated yourself, I just think that you underestimated The Game.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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WITHOUT YOU

They say behind every successful man, stands a lady, making all of your dreams come true;

The sun would stop shining, the stars would lose their glow, if I ever had to live my life without you.

..

Without you there to hold my hand, I couldn’t even walk, let alone write;

Without you feeding my courage, I would lose my will to fight.

..

Without you in my life, my body would be left with nothing, except maybe a fragile beating heart;

Without you guiding me to my destiny, I wouldn’t be almost there, I would be right back at the very start.

..

Without you time would stand still, as everyone moves forward I would be left behind;

Without you I would be lost searching for a replacement, which I know I would never find.

 ..

Without you I couldn’t breathe, without you I would still be scratching away at my external grave in the ground;

Without you music would lose its beat, and the world would lose its sound.

 ..

Without you there to catch me I would still be falling through the sky;

Without you I would lose my angel wings, without you I wouldn’t have learnt how to fly.

 ..

Without you my days would be lonely, facing the night time of darkness all on my own;

Without you this house is just bricks filled with memories, without you I wouldn’t know where to call my home.

 ..

Without you my dreams would turn into nightmares, without you the skies wouldn’t be so blue;

They say behind every successful man stands a lady, and standing behind me, is you.

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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SOMETIMES

Sometimes I am weak, sometimes I am strong;

Sometimes I think that I am right, even when I am wrong.

 ..

Sometimes I think I need to stop living up there, and start living…

 

 

 

…Down here;

My eyes are closed as I sit in silence, patiently waiting for my angels to reappear.

 ..

Sometimes I struggle to show my emotion, that’s why my tears of ink fall through this pen;

Sometimes I wonder, when was it Peter Pan grew up, and my lost boys turned into men.

 ..

Sometimes the sun doesn’t rise, instead rain fills the skies of dawn;

Sometimes I stare into the darkness, as the night sky spells out that a star has been born.

 ..

Sometimes I lay awake under the stars, fulfilling my destiny to write;

Sometimes the ink runs dry, draining away my will to fight.

 ..

Sometimes I lose my direction, stuck thinking just how did I ever make it this far;

Sometimes I thank the heavens for sending me an angel, secretly disguised as a star.

 ..

Sometimes you think you are reaching the end, when really you are just approaching the start;

Sometimes the walls of life can cave in around you, separating your brain from your heart.

 ..

Sometimes life can give you a natural high, but sometimes life can knock you back;

Sometimes people will tell you to defend yourself, and sometimes the best way to do that is to attack.

 ..

Sometimes people will doubt you, sometimes people will watch on from the shadows, praying that your dreams do not come true;

And finally sometimes we blame our doubters for failing, but sometimes the only person you can really blame, is you.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

 …

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CRASH

 (PART ONE)

 

My eyes open on a new day, it’s Wednesday the 11th of November, 2009;

As I open up our curtains, I am welcomed by the cold winter sunshine.

 ..

I turn around to see my Wife smiling, we have now been married for 7 years to the day;

High school sweethearts since we were 15 years old, best friends in each and every single way.

 ..

Years spent together, as I grew from a boy into a man;

We made memories full of happiness, since the very first moment that our love began.

 ..

Holding hands for an eternity, stuck in a reflection which always shone back two;

Heaven truly did send me an angel, secretly disguised as you.

 ..

I whisper “you stay wrapped up warm, whilst I go to the shop, and bring you an anniversary breakfast in bed”;

As she whispers out her loving goodbye, I lean down and softly kiss her forehead.

 ..

As I get into my freezing car I glance up to the bedroom window, to see my beautiful Wife waving me goodbye;

I blow a kiss towards my angel, as she pretends to catch it from the sky.

 ..

I put the radio on to keep me company as I drive, a never ending love is now responsible for putting this smile on to my face;

My destiny has brought me to this single moment in time, a destiny for which I would never replace.

 ..

The icy roads are empty, as my radio speaker’s play out Eric Clapton singing “tears in heaven”;

A shiver runs down my spine, as the dashboard clock reads out the time, 11:11.

 ..

Just then my wheels lock, my car skids violently across the black ice hidden on the road;

My car starts to flip and roll off the tarmac, as the ground got darker the skies above me glowed.

 ..

With each roll the car makes another memory of my life flashes me by;

I feel my tears fall as I scream to the heavens, “please don’t take me, I don’t want to die”.

 ..

My car comes to a rest on its roof, as I tremble out a lost goodbye towards my love;

I feel an angel rest their hand on my shoulder, as my soul starts to rise up into the heavenly blue skies above.

 ..

As I climb higher and higher into the sky, I watch on as my car ignites into flames, turning my dreams into ash;

It was never my destiny to live, it was always my destiny to crash.

 ..

TO BE CONTINUED…

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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CRASH II

(PART TWO)

 

My eyes open into a new day, it’s Wednesday the 11th of November, 2009;

I see my loving Husband open up our bedroom curtains, as I am welcomed to another morning by the cold winter sunshine.

.. 

A sweet smile glows across my face, as today is our 7 year anniversary;

I rub my hands across my stomach, as through my mind are ideas for our unborn babies’ nursery.

 ..

High school sweet hearts since we were 15 years old, he truly is my best friend in each and every single way;

I can’t believe he is going to be a Daddy, it’s my secret anniversary gift, which I finally get to tell him today.

 ..

Years spent together, as I grew from a girl in to a Wife;

Years filled with happy memories, alongside my soul partner, my destiny, my life.

 ..

We will hold hands for an eternity, our reflection will now always shine back two;

Heaven really did send me a guardian angel, an angel secretly hidden inside of you.

 ..

You whisper for me to stay wrapped up warm, whilst you drive to the shop and treat me to a lovely breakfast in bed;

I whisper “you’re so sweet my darling”, as he leans over to softly kiss my forehead.

 ..

I stand up by the bedroom window, waving my Husband goodbye;

I see him blow me a kiss through the window screen, as I pretend to catch it flying through the sky.

 ..

I watch him drive off down our street, until his car rolls out of sight;

I climb back into my warm bed to finish this book I’ve been reading, it’s all about a boy, who had a “DESTINY TO WRITE”.

 ..

As I read I smile, I can’t wait to tell my Husband that he is going to be a Dad;

I remember I have an anniversary card hidden in my drawer, so I sign it

“To the greatest Husband, any Wife ever had”.

 ..

I jump up, as the radio alarm goes off, Eric Clapton is singing

“Tears in heaven”;

A shiver runs down the length of my spine, as my alarm clock shines out the time, 11:11.

 ..

A feeling sinks through my body like a stone, a gut feeling that something has gone wrong;

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, as the radio alarm starts playing out our wedding song.

 ..

I try to ring his mobile phone, but for some reason all I hear is a dead tone;

My palms start to sweat, my heart starts to melt, as I plead to the ceiling, “please don’t leave me on my own”.

 ..

Just over an hour has passed since he left, as I pace the bedroom carpet, running to the window each time that I hear a passing car;

Questions constantly running through my mind, why has he been gone so long, the shops aren’t even that far.

 ..

I continue to wear out the bedroom carpet until I hear a car pull up, my heart skips a beat, as I breathe “thank god he is alive”;

I run towards the bedroom window, but my heart begins to fall, as I see a police car pulled up into my drive.

 ..

An over whelming surge of heartache pulls me helpless to the floor;

Teardrops start to burst, as

 “KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK”,

 Echoes from my front door.

 ..

I swallow the lump growing in my throat, and tremble my way down each stair;

Dread flows through my body, whatever the policemen want to say, I do not want to hear.

 ..

My shaking, shivering hand opens the door, as a soft consoling voice says “can we please come in”;

My heart starts to cry, if life was a race, then I was never destined to win.

 ..

Tears overwhelm my face, as I cry out, “PLEASE, JUST TELL ME, IS MY HUSBAND DEAD”;

The walls around me all cave in, as through my teary eyes, I see them nod their head.

 ..

Pain courses through my veins, as my dreams disappear in a flash;

It was never my destiny to be happy,

 It was always my destiny to crash.

 ..

THE END

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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JOURNEY INTO HEAVEN

Time moves on, as we blow a kiss goodbye on 2011;

I drift off into the clouds, to revisit some of the lost stars, who now watch over us all from heaven.

 ..

Thousands of waiting souls litter the stairway to the skies, as I slowly make my way through that pearly gate;

Nate Dogg is creating a new sound, as he teams up with

 Jimi Hendrix, remixing a classic “Regulate”.

 ..

Michael Jackson is holding onto Christopher Reeve, desperately trying to get Superman to teach him how to fly;

Next to them sits Marilyn Monroe, who is getting new beauty tips from Aaliyah and TLC’s, Lisa “left-eye”.

 ..

Music is pumping from every direction, as The Notorious B.I.G takes to the mic, alongside his new best friend Tupac Shakur;

They are presenting a dance off, as Heath Ledger and Bruce Lee are the first stars to take to the floor.

 ..

Jimmy Saville sits shining on a step, trying to fix another dream to come true;

I see my Nan and Granddad walk towards me, as they whisper “we are so very proud of you”.

 ..

Amy Winehouse now looks happy, she can even break into a smile;

I have to pick my jaw up from the clouds, as Britney Murphy now looks even hotter, than she did in “8 mile”.

 ..

Laughter echoes across the heavens, as Bernie Mac entertains his crowd;

The poet Dylan Thomas is reading my book, as he whispers to me, that I am doing Wales proud.

 ..

Corey Haim is still acting like a lost boy, as Kurt Cobain teaches him how to play his guitar;

River Phoenix watches on, as angels are busy building their next shooting star.

 ..

Bob Marley is Jammin’ out an acoustic set, as the white clouds around me echo

“No Women, No Cry”;

Thousands of African children sit with Princess Diana, as she helps them make a brand new home in the sky.

 ..

Relationships are blossoming in heaven, Frank Sinatra is now with Elizabeth Taylor, as Patsy Cline eyes up Marlon Brando;

Elvis Presley just got married to Grace Kelly, whilst Patrick Swayze dirty dances with Jill Dando.

.. 

Martin Luther King is discussing progress with Malcolm X, as Steve Irwin searches for God’s creatures down there on the floor;

Bobby Robson is busy talking football, with our world cup winning captain Bobby Moore.

 ..

John Lennon is still writing classics, mixing up a new style with a little help from Jam Master Jay;

The godfather of soul James Brown joins up with Big Pun, to remix Frank Sinatra’s anthem, “MY WAY”.

 ..

Norman Wisdom is busy dancing around with Fred Astaire, as they are entertained by the legendary Freddie Mercury;

Ryan Dunne is still fooling around, as he finds a new Jackass member, in Brandon Lee.

 ..

A voice echoes from above, it’s now my time to go back, and join the sleeping dreams of the night;

As I fall back through the clouds, the voice faintly whispers “we all have a destiny, and your Destiny is to Write”.

 ..

My eyes open, I am lying in my bed, my pen in my hand, as my alarm clock reads the time 11:11;

I have used this pen to re-write my dreams, as I finish writing,

 my journey into heaven.


BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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DEAR MUM

31 years ago you gave me my first breath, and I became your second son;

This letter is dedicated to the lady who gave me my greatest ever gift, so here it goes,

Dear Mum.

 ..

When I was a child I would follow you to every single place that you went;

In my eyes you were the first angel I ever saw, in fact I thought you were heaven sent.

 ..

I remember my first day at nursery, when I saw them huge doors close and through the glass you waved me goodbye;

The teachers tried to make me smile, but all I could do was cry.

 ..

Pretty soon after I started school, a memory replays of me having my ears syringed, as I screamed at all the traffic noise;

I have to say sorry for embarrassing you, that time I stole all of my new class mate’s toys.

 ..

You are the strongest lady I’ve ever met, you even had the courage to take me, my Brother and Sister to another country, following only your heart;

You had the strength and character to draw a line on your past, and to build a brand new start.

 ..

The years went by so quickly, as you stood by us watching us grow;

I really do love you Mum, I just wanted to let you know.

 ..

When we fell down you picked us up, you taught us wrong from right;

When we cried you held us, as you whispered “everything is going to be alright”.

 ..

As I got older I acted more like a fool, and I know a few times I broke your heart;

My life suddenly turned into a house of cards, and everything I touched started to fall apart.

 ..

Truth be known you are still my weakness, I only ever shed a tear when I see you cry;

You taught me how to write my very first words, and you taught me how to fly.

 ..

You kept all of your children safe, as the years pass you watch on as we spread our wings taking flight;

All 6 of your children has a destiny, and it just so happens my destiny is to write.

..

It was you who gave me the strength and courage to live my life, my way;

I want you to know I miss you, but my heart fell in love with an angel, many miles away.

 ..

Your Son has finally made it through the darkness, he has at last found a way to make all of his dreams come true;

But I know I wouldn’t be sat here writing this letter if it wasn’t for my Mum, so this poem is my way of saying thank you.

 ..

I will seal this letter with a kiss, and sign it from your second Son;

I dedicate these verses to an angel,

An angel who is my Mum.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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THE YOUTH OF TODAY

Our modern world is changing, and everyone is busy blaming the youth of today;

But how can we blame the future, when it was us who made their world this way.

 ..

Our street corners are full, as our children think that it’s okay to walk into the darkness with a knife;

When did we stop teaching our kids that the greatest ever gift, is quite simply LIFE.

 ..

Footballers earning a million pound a month, whilst children in Africa sit crying their hunger pain;

Pier pressure is weighing down our future generations, as they begin to buckle under the strain.

 ..

Our children are now living in a virtual world, with MSN, Facebook and Twitter, they no longer need to speak face to face;

If only they knew time was so valuable, and a lost childhood is the one thing that no one could ever replace.

 ..

Girls desperate to be thin, as their air brushed idols kneel at the toilet throwing up their breakfast, lunch and tea;

A silent generation sits texting on the latest mobile, whilst playing their PS3.

 ..

Faces hide behind hoodies, but not all youngsters want to go out and cause a riot;

Each of us is born with a hidden gift, but our future children have just forgotten how to find it.

 ..

We are leaving a broken planet to our children’s children, whilst our Governments just spout hot air, adding to our global warming;

With the worlds ice caps still melting, and our wildlife slowly disappearing, this is starting to sound more like a global warning.

 ..

Older generations demand respect, but its one way traffic, as respect back is something they do not show;

Instead of teaching our children how to fly, we tie them down with yet another ASBO.

 ..

Frustration and neglect flows through the streets of this concrete jungle, the one place that we now all call our home;

Bullies and racists still torture their victims, leaving them to cry in the shadows, all on their own.

 ..

Plastic surgery changing bodies, changing faces, as the years pass the dreams we all had as children slowly fade away;

Before long the dawn of a new generation will begin, and no doubt people will still be blaming,

The youth of today.

 .

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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KISS FROM MY CLOUD

On the 10th of May I took my very first breath, my parents named me,

Marion Rosina Dyer, the year was 1937;

I am sitting on my cloud high up in the skies, as I write you this letter from heaven.

 ..

Sometimes I know you feel down, I reach out but cannot touch you, each time I see you cry;

This ink is my way of contacting you, as I know we never had the chance to say our final goodbye.

 ..

You have to stay strong, for the gates to your dreams are about to open, you need to stand up tall;

I hear your prayers echo through your dreams, I just wanted you to know that I always hear your call.

 ..

I’ve seen your future, to the stars is where you were always destined to go;

You are finally standing up in the light, after so many years of crawling through your tunnel, chasing only a distant glow.

 ..

I don’t want any of you to blame yourself for not being there at the end, it was simply just my time;

We each leave a legacy in life, my Children and Grandchildren are mine.

 ..

I felt no pain on the 20th of May 2003, when an angel lifted me gently up and into heaven;

Your granddad and I will now mark this date down in history, as

 A Star Was Born, in 2011.

 ..

In your dreams you always ask, if we will ever see each other again;

Yes, is the answer to that question, but only your destiny can decide when.

 ..

Please pass on this message of love, to my Daughter Sharon,

 And my two Sons, Tom and Gary;

To all our Grandchildren who we miss so much, Alex, Jason, Lisle,

 Ben, Joanne, and Barry.

 ..

We now spend our days watching over our ever growing legacy, a family that would do any parent or Grandmother proud;

I wish I could be there with you all, but instead I will just blow out, one final goodbye kiss from my cloud.

 ..

DEDICATED TO

MARION ROSINA (DYER) MOWLES

10/05/1937 – 20/05/2003

JOHN MICHAEL ALEXANDER MOWLES

16/08/1930 – 14/07/1995

 .

MARRIED

St MARY’S CHURCH, HADLEIGH

31/12/1955

 .

NOW TOGETHER FOREVER – GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

 .

BARRY MOWLES ©2011

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  3. “Few words reflect the profound essence and they leave the imprints”. Great work and amazing ideas.

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