Mark (Owen) Williams

My world has collapsed, my bridge has broken and I am falling.
Deep into a never ending chasm of loneliness, I cannot get out. I struggle so
hard but I cannot escape… my own mind.
I am afraid. The convulsion of all my pain rumbles through my stomach,
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Every time I hear your name I fall into a dream and my mind cascades back through my memories, back to those precious weeks we spent together – as man and wife.
Discovering ourselves and the treasures; treasures buried deep within those rain drenched streets of London.

Two people in love… in the moment, living for the now. A couple at last, not constrained by the world and its burdens.
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Oh take me back to England, the country of my birth,
Bathe me in that cool fresh air, blessed English country Earth.
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Lovers at the break of dawn swop stories of the night now gone
Over coffee mixed with shots of wine rejoicing in their wonder time
As the excitement of elicit nights comes through and fast – free flowing…
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When I was young I used to think the world was one great field of joy, full of love and high adventure running freely as a boy.
Then my father stopped and told me “You need a focus in your life”, my days of childhood lost forever, such words enflamed internal strife.
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Diversity brings tragedy to people who have no power
day... month... hour... tick away… tick away
As the world waits for change, but this change does not come
And the count just goes on and the hatred remains.
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The winter grey now turns to green, the birds come out to play serene.
And river brooks begin to flow, the harvest mist now starts to glow.
The sunshine clear across the land, the seas now gently on the sand.
The deep blue sky it warms my heart, new families begin to start.
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It was on that day that hell rejoiced and heaven did refrain, when death turned bold compounded souls all echoing in pain.
The innocents of youth was poured as wine on mud and rain, red streams did flow a river flood as trenches called their name.
Those trenches called their name.
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I stopped in yonder garden meek to watch the lambs at play,
To rest a while my peace to seek and watch the buds in May.

The winter red now turns to green as snow becometh dew,
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The eyes are windows to the soul they reflect the hurt, the countless dreams,
Of monkeys quivering in their cage recalling hopes of jungle streams.

They long to hear the lion’s roar and feel real ground beneath their feet,
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Who is this living Lord, a God who became man and shed his blood for me?
Who is this living Lord, who took my burden sin so I too could be free?

The creator of the world and father to us all, I’m captured in his grace.
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When I was down and at my lowest my world collapsed so broke, alone.
You guided me through endless sorrow, you guided me back to your home.
I felt forgotten and left to wither upon the vine of failing dreams.
A prison cell was in my future, a wasted life torn at the seams.
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Hello dearest Sparrow my glorious delight, on cherubim wings you bless my poor sight,
As you soar and you glide across my pathway, you give me such hope to see through this day.
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An ambient gleam a radiant light,
Comes filtering through the garden’s gloom,
Upon a seed snug in the ground,
Head peering up against the doom.
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Our leaders try to contemplate what they must do to instigate the loathing they perpetuate,
In waves of blood and fear.

Blood reasons they do resonate within our hearts they detonate the freedom that they love to hate,
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Lying in my single bed I hear her sweet voice calling me
The alluring scent of her perfume wistful calm across the sea.

Why does her beauty excite me so? Inflaming deep my heart’s desire
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There’s this lady, just a lonesome housewife, lost within desires looking for some fun.
Her body’s wasted, underneath her housecoat, latent are her pleasures as frustrations run.
So she makes her mind up, for a little action, in a sexy tight dress she’s out for the night.
See her body moving, every curve a-showing, smooth legs a-tempting every man in sight.
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Well I’m sitting in a prison thinking of the way things used to be.
Yes I’m sitting in a prison doing 10 long years for armed-robbery.
It’s hard sometimes to think when you hear the screams of inmates in the night,
Being beaten by some prison guard or by a fellow inmate in a fight.
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It started with The Thousand Islands, then headed north to Montreal,
So began our endless struggle so began our freedom call.
Came the bad times and the hardships we fought as farmers for our pride,
At St Lawrence slaughtered cattle, on hell’s Plains was where we died.
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I
Came from the land of the cotton, God’s great land that was not forgotten all those years ago.
And I
I loved Johnny Rebel, I’d live I’d die with Dixie pride oh Lord how it moved me so.
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