Behind your back

Call me sensitive 

I feel someone said something about me

An emotional deflections which riled my soul,

The forgiveness in love and mercy you should never let go.

There are people who think they are clever 

Yet the wool cannot be  pulled over my eyes,

I shall deflect with cunning and wit

My eyes may look wired, but I too can be a git.

I would say very little 

And the consequences I say which derive 

I am stronger than you think

From that I shall not sink. 

I am getting older 

Therefore I am getting stronger,

If you talk behind my back

I can only call you gutless 

As well as literacy ficklest.. 

None of us are perfect 

Yet some need to be told when mischief enters their minds

I am strong in power, yet humble in soul, 

We shall deliver message that awaits

Yet I am a great believer  of fate.

Jason Andrews

8th March 2012

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Control

No one can control me

Only the spirit in the sky has the final say,

You can suggest what I should do

But the aggression of control needs to remain at bay.

I may have strength above and beyond 

Yet the issue is in me and not you,

Your control may have good intentions 

Yet it’s my perception which is key

As there’s a humble child of god evident to see.

I may take words the way I shouldn’t

Yet there are skills to encourage your soul 

Let me be me and as shall remain as you

Today I’ll start again, no need for a clue.

Be nice to your heart 

As the aim is for myself to do the same too,

Stay focused on god 

As the days of negativity, shall be avoided inside of you.

Jason Andrews

8th March 2018

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Dude.. where were you?

Dude where were you?

I thought you were my friend?

Someone who cared for me and my family

And someone I could more often depend.

Please... no excuses 

You’ve done what you have done,

If it’s all about you?

Then leave me be

Selfish mentality can simply flee... 

My loyalties are so different from yours

Your meaning of our friendship states what you can gain,

Man, you disappoint me 

As I have experienced a family loss 

And your friendship and lack of support results as a cost..

I would have been there for you man 

Esoecially if the roles were reversed,

I would have stepped up and been there,

As the meaning to being a mate is get on with it, and care. 

I shall be civil 

As I hope the words I say mean something to you

If your have a caring heart, 

But then again I now see you for what you are,

Hence my need to be civilised and remove myself far.

To Dee

From J 

70s poem

The decade of glitz 

Earth, wind and fire 

A time when great people were born 

Alas King Elvis legacy unexpectedly scorn..

The new seekers brought us to life

And Jason King figured out many a conundrum to bring to justice.

A time where flared trousers were fashionable 

And afros hit a new beautiful height 

And glam rock delivered a shining light.

Connors and Borg were the princes of the tennis court

And pans people danced to a merry tune,

“Showing your age!”

I shall hear

Yet I am proud to be born at a time where things were taken less seriously

Rather than not knowing, and less mysteriously.

So much more I could say,

Cat Stevens sang Rubylove

And Elton John chanted crocodile rock,

And there were only 3 channels on the tele

An era where love held its own

And Nixon brought  watergate scares

Yet the 70s encouraged youngsters to capture a trade

And the dawning of the 80s enlightened the stage. 

Jason Andrews

3rd March 2018

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Learn to love yourself...

Reach a goal

Touch your heart,

Love thyself 

Words from the start.

Bring this day Forth

Look into the mirror and beautifully see,

Love only love 

In your eyes love yourself, and simply be.

Love the soul

Love your mind 

Start humble in peace 

You are the loved one, at the very least.

Never be scared 

Speak and shout out loud,

For those who judge are blind to see

That’s why you love yourself as it’s a feeling to set you free.

Love the gossipers 

Yet love yourself more 

You are the one to live day by day 

Say to your friends, love paves the way.

Pray to god 

And love your lord with all your might,

Love is power,

Love is key, and do not live your life in someone’s eyes,

Hence judgement is the key towards demise.

Love your smile

Love the good you do,

If someone does not like your way,

Just pray for them 

And the love for you, shall always make you feel ok. 

Jason Andrews

3rd March 2018

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Community

Stuck on a train for god knows how long

Virtually seeing your destination 

Yet the time to arrive just sheer gestation.

We almost arrive to Lewisham

yet the rails faced its biggest struggle, 

We were standing up on a train and nowhere to turn

This is when community plays it’s part, and you’ll get to learn.

Stuck on a rock and very hard place

Amusement was very much needed 

Jokes flowing, reminiscing the past music and TV shows, 

Working through an awkward time, positivity needed to show.

Wit and humour, along with very tired feet 

challengers aside we struggled to keep the show going

Yet, with forth given faith

We overcame a battling wrath. 

😉 this symbol to trying to stay positive, is simply the only way

Speaking to complete strangers to make wrong into right

Leaps our faith to avoid unnecessary plight.

I don’t need to send a global whassup message 

With a point proving goal,

This was a time we helped each other on a very damaged train

As community and focus kept our community sane.

Jason Andrews

3rd March 2018

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“The 2nd March a train from London Charing halted just 20 metres to Lewisham Train Station. The weather was cold and abismal. The purpose of the poem states a Community stuck together,  during a 2 hours and 30 minutes halt. With gods grace and faith we pulled through” 

80s poem

A time where politics took its toil

Children didn’t have social media or tablets to depend

There was a pen pal from far away to transcend.

The amount of people is not as high as today,

So relaxing more often than not, has its place. 

A wimpy burger was a child’s breakout treat,

And there was ‘spitting image’ on the tele 

Where rubber puppets would play politicians and celebs that were in the public eye

“You cannot be serious!” Was often shouted from McEnroe and Connors..

More often than not they would share tennis honours.

Sports scores were less than today 

Liverpool dominated football

As others would frequently fade away

The back pass rule they mastered to keep opponents at bay.

‘Love thy neighbour’ was on the box

And top of the pops was gave us  Friday night musical fun.

“Multicoloured swap shop” and “tiswas” entertained the child’s desire.

Bubble gum smiling appeared on the kids faces,

And then the filo fax brought us the YUPPI

Now that’s was when the mobile phone was a mere puppy.

I could go on and on with memorabilia of yester year to voice, 

“Shut up ya face” was my first 7” record 

As songs hit fun notes with zany trials of glee,

Quirky statements and sign of the times 

This era was fun yet there were bigoted times too

The vibe of this poem is to express the past for better rather than seeing blue.

Being positive is what we all crave 

This era has so much to give with their wit and speed,

Yet the 1980s had something we all craved, and  more often need.

“Do you remember those days??” 

Much love 

Jason Andrews

1st March 2018

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