Monday 29 July 2013

Nobody Cares


Nobody Cares
By Andy Allchurch
 
Nobody cares about the scars inside me
The emptiness within
That’s trying to break free
The itching that is beneath my skin
In darkness alone
Where does one begin?

 
Nobody cares about the loneliness I feel
The silent surroundings
Is this place for real?
The fighting going on in my brain
Without a deal
I can’t start again
 
 
I need beautiful days surrounded by love
A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove
I need a person who has no jealousness
A person who won’t be wicked to impress
These wonderful things so imaginative
I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live
 
 
Nobody cares that my life is unwrapped
There’s no control
Over my freedom that’s trapped
With sense of loss, reason gone
It’s a scary apartment
No love for one
 
 
Nobody cares about me losing my mind
The invisible thoughts
They think acts of kind
But i can see beyond closed doors
All windows sealed
No friends to adore
 
 
I need beautiful days surrounded by love
A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove
I need a person who has no jealousness
A person who won’t be wicked to impress
These wonderful things so imaginative
I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live
 
 
Nobody cares about this moment in time
Misplaced and misleading
No horizons on the line
It’s only my heart that lies bleeding
Living without care
This body lies freezing
 
 
I need beautiful days surrounded by love
A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove
I need a person who has no jealousness
A person who won’t be wicked to impress
                                                       These wonderful things so imaginative                                                    
A pleasure in my heart to go hand in glove
I need a trusted friend, a love, and the will to live.
 
 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday 28 July 2013

No Flag of Truce

No Flag of Truce
by Andy Allchurch
 
 
Love for me has been strained of late
It’s off the track and in a change of state
No best foot forward for me
The spirits are low and there’s no, lifetime guarantee
 
 
The loving generosity just comes in a wave
But the aftershock temper is driving me to the grave
No kiss of freedom in sight
The memories suffered in the fight for, my right
 
 
I’m a victim of measured pressure promises betrayed
In the saloon of last chances I’ve hoped and prayed
Mother of mercy activate my release
Campaign on my condition where there’s hope, there’s peace
 
 
Its open season in private misconduct is forced
No audience is aware of the pain that’s being endorsed
No duty of care is upheld
A statistic alone in a broken home, obedience compelled
 
No rule too harsh for me to endure
I’m a puppet for pleasure made to feel so impure
Bad treatment so recent can’t complain
cause I feel like a weak link, in a chain
 
 
Nothing or nobody even friends on my scene
Notice a gladiator in their midst that’s breaking my dream
Bitter and broken down and out
The only way to go now is to stand up, and shout
 
 
Come hell or high water, I’m going to be strong
Got to leave these circumstances make it my swan song
To suffer inappropriate abuse
To walk on eggshells, with no flag of truce
To live a sentence in a ray of dark light
Is not the way I want to live the rest of my life
One thing has got to be coming or going
That’s love……but there’s, no way of knowing
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday 25 July 2013

The Spirit of Christmas

 
The Spirit of Christmas
By Andy Allchurch
 
When the enchanted magic of Christmas
Brings comfort to all who care
And the glittering decorations and fairy-tale lights
Brings a season of goodwill to share
Just remember the one’s that have left us
And the one’s that have no home of their own
And the children that don’t know how to make a fuss
Here, and in lands afar, where nothing at all is home-grown
Let the spirit of Christmas be close at hand
And the wonder it brings be in our hearts
Let it never cease or be banned
And the joy of giving, never be just a game of charades
 
 
Time is of the essence
To ring changes around the globe
Excavate the importance of Christmas presence
To human kind left out in the cold
For some it’s easy to see and understand
Evolutionary developments unfold
So Christmas time is time to be grand
Be generous to the pot of gold
 
 
The most spectacular celebration is Christmas
For it brings unforgettable firework skies
And the alfresco festivities create exquisite examples
Of unbeatable memories that stand before your eyes
Forget not that this is just one world
And all the hearts in it should beat as one
So sacrifice something of value something to let the flags be unfurled
The battle cry is merry Christmas and for future Christmases to come
Let the spirit of Christmas be one that’s attractive
And the light it shines be in our souls
Let it never cease but be commemorative
And the joy of giving be forever at the heart of controls
 
 
Time is of the essence
To ring changes around the globe
Excavate the importance of Christmas presence
To human kind left out in the cold
For some it’s easy to see and understand
Evolutionary developments unfold
So Christmas time is time to be grand
Be generous to the pot of gold
 
 
Splendid in appearance is our Christmas
A season ticket is not required
Only a purpose or belief in life
For every man, every woman, every child
Be determined in our resolutions keep them alive
And preserve the process of harmony harness the spirit dear
For Christmas is a festival that should thrive and survive
For all those who encompass life in this our celestial sphere
Let the spirit if Christmas be our holy grail
And not just a holy passing of time forgot
Let it never cease or to fail
And the joy of giving, gives joy to those who have not
 
 
Time is of the essence
To ring changes around the globe
Excavate the importance of Christmas presence
To human kind left out in the cold
For some it’s easy to see and understand
Evolutionary developments unfold
So Christmas time is time to be grand
Be generous to the pot of gold.
 
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday 24 July 2013

A Royal Birth ( For His Royal Highness Prince George Of Cambridge )


A ROYAL BIRTH
For His Royal Highness Prince George Of Cambridge
 
By Andy Allchurch
 
Ancestry, a family tree
Originated with birth, a process that’s free
Being born is the act of creation
And your birth mother, she is your foundation
Privileges and possessions are yours when born
And the anniversary of your day paraded, never outworn
 
 
Natural, an act divine
Birth is inspiration, a commitment of time
From birth it is a mystery tour
And with growth experience, life is to mature
Character and significance is your human condition
And the deliverance from the womb congratulated, with recognition
 
 
Elemental, basic and powerful
Yet birth innocent, and so openly emotional
Therefore born are the affections and feelings
With a zodiac sign, and all its meanings
Exquisite and sensitive not at all discriminating
And the exuberance of your flourishing remembered, no concealing
 
 
Life, a stately quality
Birth by reproduction, is bound by inevitability
Born into an assembly the human race
And at that moment, you feel the embrace
Development and success are vital for living
And the voyage to your arrival amazing, forever outstanding.
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

 

 

Monday 22 July 2013

Lady Rose

Lady Rose
By Andy Allchurch
 
Don’t get our wires crossed
Don’t take me on the rebound
Just for the love you’ve lost
It will never be safe and never be sound
So don’t make a move on me now
It just isn’t the best of times
You’re a  love  i’ll   have to disallow
We don’t need a mountain. A mountain we can’t climb
 
 
You need to take time to think this through
Love on the bounce is not for you
Even though you’ve been with me before
In your mind there’s another that you adore
She will always be in the shadows
You’re quintessensial lady rose
 
 
I’m not the one you’re only telling yourself lies
Look hard and see i’m not in disguise
Dispite the belief that’s flooding your mind
I’m not the beacon of happiness you’ve designed
There’s only one in the darkness she glows
Your quintessential lady rose
 
 
 
Don’t get our wires crossed
Don’t take me on the rebound
Just for the love you’ve lost
It will never be safe and never be sound
So don’t make a move on me now
It just is’nt the best of times
You’re a love i’ll have to disallow
We don’t need a mountain. A mountain we can’t climb
 
 
The mistake i made was loving you once
But you had another love chosen for romance
No regard for my emotion no empathy
Just another trophy for your eyes to sightsee
Forever she’ll be the one you chose
Your quintessential lady rose
 
 
 
I can’t believe you’ve not taken time to grieve
Forget about me my love is beyond retrieve
Quick fixes are not the answer here
Your frame of mind needs to be clear
She was your love to superimpose
Your quintessential lady rose
 
 
 
Don’t get our wires crossed
Don’t take me on the rebound
Just for the love you’ve lost
It will never be safe and never be sound
So don’t make a move on me now
It just is’nt the best of times
You’re a love i’ll have to disallow
We don’t need a mountain. A mountain we can’t climb
 
 
 
Don’t take me for your lady rose
Don’t overwhelm me with what you propose
I’ll be spending my time alone
I don’t need you however much you cry and moan
Your love she openly froze
Your quintessential lady rose
 
 
Don’t get our wires crossed
Don’t take me on the rebound
Just for the love you’ve lost
It will never be safe and never be sound
So don’t make a move on me now
It just is’nt the best of times
You’re a love i’ll have to disallow
We don’t need a mountain. A mountain we can’t climb
 
 
Don’tget our wires crossed
Don’t take me on the rebound
Just for the love you’ve lost
It will never be safe and never be sound
So don’t make a move on me now
It just is’nt the best of times
You’re a love i’ll have to disallow
We don’t need a mountain. A mountain we can’t climb.
 
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday 20 July 2013

Shower Of Shame

Shower Of Shame
By Andy Allchurch
 
Early morning misgivings
About this life i’m living
Certain worries are on my mind
I’ve got that sinking feeling
When i wake up thinking
What was it that i left behind
 
Got no inspiration
The bottle my only salvation
Clouds are hanging over my head
I’m just a social outcast
My life has no contrast
Maybe i’m better off left for dead
 
 
No family ambition
Since i broke with tradition
Branded myself the one to blame
I chose whiskey over love
As god is my judge
I’m walking in a shower of shame
 
No loving feelings
For people or their dealings
Burdend to accommadate a broken heart
I’m somewhere i should’nt be
Lost in a drinking spree
Alone and left out in the dark
 
Wanton and weary
The drink calls to me
Humbled i bow to the grain
There is only one ending
And that is just depending
If from the bottle i can refrain
 
 
No family ambition
Since i broke with tradition
Branded myself the one to blame
I chose whiskey over love
As god is my judge
I’m walking in a shower of shame
 
Indefensible and indifferent
A down and out deviant
Walking in the shadows with fear
What a fool i’ve been
Missing out on loves scene
For the spirit i hold so dear
 
Wrathful and worthless
Am angry, but i’m useless
Values have crashed to the floor
My time is now spent
A fact that’s most evident
Whiskey has tainted me to the core

 
 
No family ambition
Since i broke with tradition
Branded myself the one to blame
I chose whiskey over love
As god is my judge
I’m walking in a shower of shame
 
Advance my destiny
Lord do not pity me
Destitution has now reached the extreme
I can’t pay the toll
I am drowning in alcohol
Let me go alfresco to dream
 
Headlong into death
And with my last breath
Pray for the love i left
Sorrow is in my heart
This chapter the final part
Of a man that’s been over bereft

 
No family ambition
Since i broke with tradition
Branded myself the one to blame
I chose whiskey over love
As god is my judge
I’m walking in a shower of shame.


Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013