William Sinclair Manson's poetry

What do you see when you look at me A man who is happy living life, and carefree. I am not homeless poor or unhealthy Life is good and in realty wealthy. I am not in a war starving and forlorn looking for shelter wishing I wasn't born. Living in democracy not fearing each day In a Country thats safe in its own special way. No fear for my children and will they survive no brothers been killed they are all alive. Scared to waken up to a brand new day explosions the norm in the brutal foray. No Screaming children when you open your door no man or woman dead on the floor. Food is a plenty in our cozy domain we take it for granted just like the rain. Thank your lucky stars you face no pain Thousands are suffering in the main. THANKFUL FOR LIFE. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

  When your down they give you their love Heaven sent from the Angels above. When your tired they bring you to life make you smile from all the strife. Love to walk and take in air sniffing bushes everywhere. Chase bikes because they have wheels sniff dogs bums and love to eat meals. Be your hot water bottle when winter is here when strangers call they show no fear. All they want  at the end of the day is unending love in every way. MAN'S BEST FRIEND. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Buzzing away on summer days working to create something pure meticulously jumping from flower to flower it knows its way around for sure. Up at dawn and ready to go thousands going from the hive nothing can stop them finding the nectar it's that what keeps them alive. Beautiful insects of black and gold they would never cause any harm the humble bumblebee is facing extinction this far outweighs its charm. Please be careful and protect these beauties they are generous to every man they give us honey, and do not charge and I am their number one fan. Take care of our bees.  Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Living in fear  what's new today  at war with emotions for me it will stay. Darkened hours all day never any light battle the demons win the fight. Who are these people free in my head giving me terror wishing me dead? Medication stems it but only for a while the language atrocious deadly and vile. Do it he says a hundred times a day never giving me peace here he will stay. Whats with this torment give me a break this is for real no its not fake. Never the sunshine like a moth to light they want to overcome me wanting a fight. The only peace you will get is when life finally ends then the torment will be over and all will make amends. MENTAL HEALTH Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Why does humanity strive to kill itself in open war chemicals, bombs and missiles strike who knows what we're fighting for? Women, children scrap for food in desolate craters of land waste ground for miles, havoc everywhere it's getting out of hand. Are we so stupid we all want war? why do we have to fight? weapons of mass destruction loom no peace or harmony in sight. Is our planet doomed to mass destruction as the fighting never ends everyday is nearer the time that everyone openly defends. Tyrants kill and never see reason for their own greedy satisfaction while the people die, or live in fear society must take some action. Democracy has to live and feed on the people it represents or chaos will loom for every man for the powers to be content. Will we ever see that fateful day when the World will be as one to wake each day in harmony to the same bright beautiful sun. war, strife, hatred, kill, humanity Please checkout MY PUBLISHED...

I visit you regularly your still my mam your memory is faltering you think I am Pam. Your hair has turned gray you look somewhat older the staff are so clinical business like, cold shoulder You remember the times when you were a child but the present escapes you and it drives you wild. The outside is strange you cry when your out your constantly on medication what's this all about? Bedtime is a nightmare your mind wanders on you can't remember your kids from Jack to Dawn! Your Grandkids miss you especially your smile always asking for you every once in a while. You are still loved and cherished by family and friends and will be forever till the pain finally ends! memory loss man woman Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

I found a picture of you from my younger days your eyes lit the room in beautiful ways. The past is the past but it's hard to forget memories come flooding not just for me I bet.. You went away no looking back left me a letter while you chose to pack. The days were long nights without sleep knowing your love cut me so deep. The way you left hurt me so bad tattered and torn utterly sad. But that was the day a long time ago we both have moved on it lightened the blow. But I still hold you fondly in my memories of the past and our friendship will blossom grow and last. LOVE FOREVER Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairytale fighting for the last crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility keenly craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news as hatred grows in every child. fighting of physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets carnage and disdain every day. you don't get a tab or receipt. todays youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never h...

Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...

You love, you hate your up, your down your in, your out you smile, you frown. You laugh, you cry you see, your blind you eat, you starve you lose, you find. You scream, your mute you come, or go your happy, your sad you die or grow. You like, you loathe your free, your in chains you think, you imagine you use your brains. you promote, you ignore you get up, you fall down you keep a poker face you float, or you drown. you smile, you frown you give, you take your either a real person or merely a fake. you rise, you fall you war, or like peace you enter, you leave you start, or you cease. you swim, or you sink you walk, you run you are either serious or prefer to have fun. YOU ARE OR YOUR NOT. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Trees of beauty growing wild a family tanning with a little child weather fabulous lovely and mild bushes trimmed and beautifully styled. Dogs of all sizes chasing balls the fun fair is out, with candy floss stalls Green keeper busy, doing his rounds fish ponds cloudy, bubbling sounds. A blissful place on a beautiful day the smell of cut grass, the aroma will stay picnics everywhere, buzzing bees waving them off towards the trees blankets full of tasty delights dad and son playing toy fights. couples hugging, kids in pools Authorities present using their tools. beautiful land full of green it has to be appreciated, has to be seen. BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

She walks the streets of London Her hair matted and dry a face yellow and jaundiced she's  forgotten how to cry. No one dares to approach her She scowls and roars like a bear This is her defence for survival as her tongue lashes out to swear. Begging at street corners trying to survive the day no one ever communicates there's  nothing they want to say. She walks all day, sleeps at night One eye open most of the time does this girl deserve this life? never reaching her prime. An existence going sadly unnoticed Everyone would pass her in disgust How could anyone live this way? in the depths of despair she is thrust.. Labelled without even knowing her Assumptions made by the way she appears Maybe the reason she lives this way is recognizable with floods of tears.? No one bothers, no one cares as she ploughs on with her life no kind word, no self respect just pain that cuts like a knife. An occasional persons stops to talk as she m...

These days we often worry  whether we can eat or starve bills and debts piling up  no holiday to the Algarve.. Food banks loom, it's a God send when nothing is left to eat While the rich get fatter of this land the poor are battered and beat. Nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry from when they are very small. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich get richer, the poor hemmed down under the breadline they have made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries non existent or rare children do not understand why the table is often bare. As the Years come and slowly go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight the World of the fated debt letter. Jobs are scarce in impoverished Towns benefits are into reform but the hardest hit are the working class who suffer its the norm. What is left for our Children's future? when little or no wo...

Silence in the room is what you require your head is spinning you start to perspire. Alone in the dark the pain is intense nothing is helping spare no expense. Feeling sick you cannot relax round in circles migraine at its max. Certain foods you eat can make it worse this horror in your body a satanic curse. You cannot see anyone you need to be alone the slightest noise even the phone. Eventually the pain starts to depreciate you can face the light from the window grate. You can cope with pain but migraines are severe you cannot do anything but await it with fear. in pain Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Darkness falls upon the village were birds don't sing anymore except the odd owl hooting  and the shriek of the rampant wild boar. The last person lived till ninety four the rest died before they were twenty caused by a witch burned to the stake in revenge she killed a plenty. Who was this woman? why was she killed? only a few had knew they say she practised witchcraft by night from her cottage kneeling down at a pew. She lived alone with her cat he was as black as night itself into the dark witching hours you could hear the devil himself. Smoke burns from the chimney stack beautiful, colorful lights to the naked eye one could see figures floating most nights. Tall figures, short figures animal like were born from the color of gold hardly a soul lived to tell how the story itself would unfold. What were those figures why were they here? only the witch was carefully informed all that was known that each new night figures were broke and mal...

Manchester we cry for you we mourn your terrible loss no reason why you died it's  no wonder you are cross. Children as young as eight lost their lives that night it's  hard to imagine this is real we know it is not right. Mothers, sisters fathers and sons struck on that fateful day The families mourn their loss as everyone kneels to pray. Senseless murder of human beings by a faction with evil intent. the horror they cause is nothing short of ending lives unspent. We know you all will carry on and will not let the terrorists win the treacherous bomber will go to hell and suffer for his sin. The people who lost their lives will always be on our mind the fathers and the mothers the innocent and kind. We hope you are now happy in a paradise we know is real a place where you will be appreciated to love and openly feel. Manchester we are with you as you go about your day terrorism will never beat you as in our hearts you will sta...

It's the outbreak of War humanity is scared a time for death so be prepared. Marching Soldiers Machines that kill firing on humans  shooting at will. Races wiped out at the click of a gun tears and sadness won't  be undone. An army of hate towards fellow man they try to hide as best as they can. Soldiers with orders to kill on sight rifles at the ready every day and night. Brothers and sisters united as one. Bodies amassing in the dead of the night never having a chance to defend or fight. War is abominable  the scourge of man keep peace alive as much as you can. Wake up each day to the glow of the sun. brothers and sisters unite as one. War on Humanity Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

I cannot live like this for long not being able to have my own child I often dream of what might be If I had not been this wild. The opportunity came for me I couldn't resist this chance perhaps this would be the end of me a phase, a passing glance. Erika was the only life I had known I couldn't forgive what I had done her parents desperately frantic I had to cut and run. Five years passed Erika now 12 never knew who she really was I was the only mum she knew the woman she proudly applaused. I would have to die with this secret it tainted me day and night the pain I amassed from this nightmare knowing it was always in sight. The Police were all over my home  her father, bewildered in shock what was happening to my family? the open door was now to lock I did not care for her moms feelings I was only interested in me I knew my life would be happy it's all I imagined it to be. But now I am alone with my thoughts in a room filled with bars I never i...