RAVENHEART

Is vanity a sin or just the selfish substance we need in order to win ?.

A poem about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to cast contempt , lest we forget our debt.

We lived our lives like nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by drink our cranial crashes and darkness of depression were common place the only way to fight against them was with serotonin smarties and a daily dose of humour .

Buying power tools at the hardware store? well you truly may as well  arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another one of the do it yourself casualty score . Around the world figures run into the hundreds of thousands the body counts are much higher than in most modern theatres of war ! .

In the 1980s Yorkshire towns were all male prowess, which usually ment attempting a liquid suicide of drink each night to show your tribe what a man you  were. It ended with some terrible casualties. The Yorkshire accent is extremely harsh and to most people I would think almost incomprehensible.

When you get to fifty something plus tax and you're sporting those ashtray locks of the sexy silver fox you may be better forgetting the fifty shades of grey and try putting your sex pistols away.

A living monument of mystery Robin Hoods oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history , a thousand years of silent still sophistry , with all its empty holes and hollow the winter winds howl through her creating a mournful sound of sadness and sorrow.

Emblazoned bright upon his breast he carries that noble heraldic crest , tis the colour of blood and fire be it a blessed response to his lovers desire, suspicion states that he was at the passion of christ , an there by thorny crown was blooded an blessed , is this why today he doth still sanctify the arrival of our christmas fest .

Poem written about a various selection of Saipan's on a station such a cosmopolitan crew made from DNA glue.

If your partner starts wearing black leather and reading Mein Kampt or  Le Marquis Dr Sade order yourself a stab proof vest before they move on to Friederic Nietzsche and then try to kill you . For that crazy little dipsomaniac girl who I'll love till I die.