Stories of candles left there to burn Shining beacons to those cast adrift Fathers and sons The harbour light extinguishes But the taper always shines He's been gone now for a long time Maybe he will never return The faith in the candle is the strongest belief of all Its not about religion or anything imagined to be true Its more about hope Its more about longing Its all about the wish she has  That his ship has not gone down He floats adrift now The cold has taken hold Making a living In the only way he knows how The nets are freely dropped The fish are snared with ease But the ocean grabs her fancy The briny smiles with glee The light is in the window Distorted by the glass You can see it from way out far Beyond the harbour wall He's still alive and swimming Despite the weight he carries Saturated beyond what any man could carry He knows that he can see it A pin prick on the horizon It dances as if bec...

They've put a horseshoe in the ground At the heart of  Paisley's Maxwell town They say that it will keep us safe That the tortured souls will be kept at bay Tormented in their final moments At a time when common lacked any sense of knowing Those in power had decreed  That consorting with Satan Was a sinful folly On the say of a very small girl A band of locals Lost their all What hideous mind decided that Anyone Cursed by deceit Faithful to witchcraft Don't talk pish Its strange how the beliefs of some folks is formed Through time and in future The end surely comes Heracy rules by the acceptance of culture's Evolving too slowly to keep up with time Rest easy Witches and continue to sleep The world has been turning around for so long  Who decides whats right or wrong Who can tell us that our ideas are false who can prove in the existence of god Or in him cast out by the fiery wr...

It makes no difference to me What you do or do not see I can't look through your eyes Anything you witness To me is a big surprise Sure you can describe it Using descriptive accurate prose Or show me where to look I can go and have a nose Will I see what you have seen Will I be as impressed As you have seemed My exhuberance lifts By bearing witness Or will my excitement be tempered By my own impressions Rendered To allow me to observe through the eyes of another Would be a gift indeed There are some things Undeniably startling That please huge crowds Applause exploding Do we all see what the next man does Or are we driven to see what our own eyes see It would be easy to expect That the rose once bloomed Could cause a rush Individuals wonder at its beauty Her scent caresses our innocence Do you smell what I smell Do you feel what I feel When we embrace In a world of beauty   AGL

Summertime And the rain it is falling The sound is comfort As I sit inside listening The wind causes action That pushes on the trees A hundred thousand leaves Act like odd sails Roots anchor them sturdy Rigging presented They stay where they are Green As far as the eye can see Glistens, as droplets Roll to the ground Puddles and rivulets Pour from the hills Inclines though slight Have an inevitability Gravitating downwards Rivers Gather, their swelling The cycle continues As the sea claims her prize Vapour she rises Clouds become heavy Atmosphere changes The rains come again Water We drink our fill Abundance an understatement In this pleasant land Nurture refreshes From mountain to valley Fed by our nation Quenched by her goodness Our Scotland Oor hame Summertime Sunshine tomorrow? Drying massaging In spate The rivers replenish Feeding us always This country for life AGL ...

Feet stinging with the pain of my enduring walk Blister on blister ready to pop Fire, in between red raw toes No escape for another ten miles Tendons stretched beyond nature Aches and strains A rucksack packed far too much with lifes 'necessities' Cans of food, drinks wrapped in aluminium Kilo upon kilo of excessive tare As sweat pours in rivers Into my irritating chaffing underwear Step leads to step stumbling, tripping Raising and lowering Legs heavy lactic overdose Not intoxicating Draining Coming closer to the end I can see my goal Not a plush hotel Or comfortable bed No sturdy frame Or forgiving mattress Canvas placed precariously Upon a bumpy rock laden plot Ah! Walking is just so much fun I feel so fit, unburdened I could run and run Madness invades my waking hours Insanity clouds my dreams It is intolerable to believe that Walking so far is anything close to enjoyment It is not Inside my muscle...

Sleep has left me Dreams are forgotten Reality hits me With stark violent knowledge Am I a coward As I hide behind the curtains Afraid of the world The daylight beyond Those who are talking Thoughts that resound They said I was OK They said that I was sane So why do I feel A deep hostile pain From out of my psyche The voices will call They'll tell me to hurt him To tear him apart I know that its not real What they are saying If I was religious I'd be on my knees praying The medicine works But its toxic poison I don't take it enough To dampen these thoughts Maybe it would be better If I just ran away Took control of my destiny Simply slipped away But I am so scared Of what is to come If I take my own life They will have won The doctor he told me That I was on the mend he tried to convince me It was just in my head The voices they pester And call me vile names They tell me my nei...