I want to travel across the sea -
Inspire a million minds
Right in front of me...

I want to see the world anew -
With countryside green
And sky so blue...

I want to close my eyes to greed,
Just pass it by
And pay no heed...

I want to change somebody's view -
Open their eyes
To something new...

I want to change the world tonight -
Escape the path
Of spoil and blight.
To watch the birth
Of stars at night,
I want to change the world tonight.

Boneata Bell

To my perfect Grandad.

You are here,
I can feel you behind me as I type.
I can feel you next to me as I cry,
There are no better words than to say
That you will never leave my mind.

You are brave.
The strongest man I ever knew.
You left a missing piece inside my heart,
When you found your wings
And flew.

I miss you.
It is a pain I can't describe,
A hollow empty longing to
Just sit again right by your side.

I cuddled you so many times,
And kissed your warm soft cheeks,
We played board games until the sun went down,
And watched Disney films for weeks.
Yet what I'd give to hold you close,
And feel you breathe so free,
It hurts so much to say goodbye
I want you to stay with me.

But I know the pain has ended,
And you can sleep in harmony
I also know you're here,
Watching over me.
Please know I will love you forever.
Until eternity,
You are the bravest man I ever knew,
I hope the angels take
Good care of you. xxxxx

Francious Charles Wintein fell asleep on 20.01.2018

Life will never be the same again.

VOXX Column February 2017 - Standards Adjustment

Standards adjustment
It is absolutely okay to eat food from the floor. Yes, I am in agreement that my standards may have lowered slightly since having my son. But that’s okay because I bagged myself extra toast. Or more accurately I could say I retrieved my stolen toast….
It was a Monday. Perhaps that explains it. I had been serving food all morning and felt that I was on the verge of passing out. Starvation had come painfully close. My stomach wasn’t growling, it was howling. My ribs were peeking through, past my normally podgy abdomen. So then it happened. I stooped to an all-time low…
I buttered myself some toast. It was perfect. Warm enough for the butter to soak deliciously into the bread, leaving a trail of gold across my plate. No burns. No half chewed edges. Simple, pure perfection. Straight from the toaster. Then, I added some marmalade. It glittered as I placed it on the table.
Two thieving hands grabbed my plate as I turned to close the stairgate. Two already fed, nutritionally…