Neil Stockton

Launch Text To SpeechWhat if, in the basement Of your house you discovered A secret passage that took you Into and underground world Full of heavy muzik and drums, Chanting musical mantras Dancing, raging fires burn – Could this be Heaven or Hell? Either way it feels good to me. Sheila Masterman

Launch Text To SpeechDark grey hills stand tall and smoky Gangs walk passed, how society has changed, If only we had one more chance, Instead of keeping a low key Dark grey hills stand tall and smoky Why we let others make our minds up baffles me Forgetting these people are human too, how strange

Launch Text To SpeechA turn in the road and the street is in sight, A rusty old street sign sets the tone, Gangs of people loom in the grey haze The litter-strewn bushes are a green relief My senses are heightened Pace of walk slows as heartbeat quickens The gangs congregate in their usual places

Launch Text To SpeechThis town that I call home, Surrounded by moors and hills Not far from the coast. The view from the top of the bank A sight to behold – the works That helped to build the place and the bridges green and blue, even the clock at the top of the old

Launch Text To SpeechI care about people, the environment, myself I am carefree when I’m having a drink with my friends I don’t care for asparagus, turnip or sweetcorn With care we can share things Care is loving and giving Without care we are nothing To really care you must Experience things both good and

Launch Text To SpeechDistant hills with grey industrial buildings Ashen coloured trees blowing in the cold wind Everything is dark and damp In the foreground is a small grassy area Yellow and brown burnt by the sun’s hazy rays Crash and bang in the distance – The sounds of heavy metal machinery An empty crushed

Launch Text To SpeechGreen, yellow, brown. and red with azure skies a sight long dead. Cold, grey metal like lead, now hits the eyes instead. Girls with a rope, boys with a ball, hand in hand two lovers out for a stroll. Simple, uncomplicated and long gone lost. Now guns in a tower, guards on

Launch Text To SpeechMy hand does everything with care Using all fingers with love Holding my daughter’s and son’s faces To kiss and to hug to shake other’s hands And thumbs up to give support And to hand over presents of love To knock on doors and say ‘Hello’ To open doors to welcome To

Launch Text To SpeechThe white and black face looks lost Its pointers have stopped in time The cover may protect, the clock can’t forget The past is too much It feels old to the touch Lost is not a good place You can see it in its marked face The chain it hangs from Scarred

Launch Text To SpeechWhat a waste Watching you blow away Where will you end your life? In a bin? Wrapped around a tree All tattered and torn? Or will someone catch you And bring you back to life? Recycle you, give you a purpose, A usefulness with some delight? There must be many you can