I moved to the U.S five years ago. And during this time I've learned that something is wrong with the country. I come from a country that has issues with gang shootings. Guns are illegal in the U.K unless you are licensed and there are rules to which you can use them. In the U.S. it seems anyone can have a gun. Which has people in fear. Both police and the general public. Over the past few months there have been several killings both without cause and also with vengeance. I find it difficult to see why. First off, in the police shooting case's the shooting of a civilian should be the last resort, Not the first action.
Police are issued with other less servier weapons at their disposal. Police are supposed to lead by example. And I have to say they're not doing to much of a good job.
My wife needed an operation on her stomach. So she had to go in as an out patient. When we had arrived home she needed to get some rest so she went to bed. At around 6pm she had some broth and by 7pm she was being sick. So we headed back to the hospital on the same day.
Now my wife has health insurance and so that not the issue here but when we receive a bill for $15000 for her time at the hospital it makes you wonder why you have insurance?

Who am I?

You left us at the door when we were kids,
Not old enough to know what road to take,
And boy did we make our mistakes,
Pursuing the things that made us break,
Not knowing which way to turn,
Sometimes our fingers would burn,

Not knowing which road to take,
No guidance when it was needed,
Where were you when hearts were broken,
To mend the things we did,
No words, when they needed to be spoken,
Those days are our memories now,

The scars are deep,
I just live day to day now,
My children have grown,
I only hope they know,
They're never alone,
They live with their mother's,
But I have few regrets,

Having to leave my kids behind,
Was the hardest decision I had to make,
And my one true regret,
But I had to find my self,
It's been five years now and I'm still searching,

Still looking for who I am,
Who I should be,
Hopefully one day I'll get there,
One day I'll see,
The person I am,
Who I'm meant to be,
I guess time will tell,
I'll just have to wait and see.

Weeping Angel's

I have recently submitted a tattoo design on create my tattoo.com.
It has a Dr WHO theme under the title weeping Angels. You should check it out and let me know what you think. I'm under the name John1971.

Can You See Me

If you knew,
I was out there on my own,
Feeling naked and alone,
Would you hold me,

I was hungry, I was cold,
Left there by the road,
Would you help me,

The darkness in the halls,
No lights left on the walls,
Could you feel me,

I was left there bleeding,
For the love that I believed in,

Would you,
Catch me if I fall,
Save me from losing it all,
Would you be there,

You left me there in the dark,
Left with a broken heart,
Would you kiss me,

But there was never a place for me,
Try as I might,
I could not be free,
The four walls are close in,
I could not get free again,
Would you believe me,

And the memories are all that remain,

Knew it all along,
Said there's nothing wrong,
Please believe me,

I knew you were wrong,
Turned around,
Then you were gone,
Now you left me.

Copyright  @ 1st May2016 JSBevan.

Sorrow

Listening to the rain fall,
Writing memoirs of broken dreams,
Lost love fallen in time,
Only memories to repeat again,
Tears flow evermore,

For those who've gone before me,
The jagged edge knife,
That pierced the beating heart,
Love bleeds out and hits the ground,
Into the river and in to the sea,
True love never to be found,

Draining the life, 
Constantly hurt, 
Forever lost,
Never to be found,
Nothing but an empty void,
Is left inside of me,

Music plays in the background,
Leaves me nothing but melancholy,
The tears flow for eternity,
Heartbreak and sorrow,
Seem to go hand in hand,

We carry on for tomorrow,
For all the world to see,
In search for that loving hand,
The kindest word,
Someone who understands,
But only pain seems to follow,

May sound absurd,
Will they ever arrive,
To that final destination,
While I sit and wait,
Grand central station,
Time drifts by so slowly it seems,
Though it maybe to late,

Sometimes it's reality,
But mostly it's dreams,
Is this the fate,
That has become me,
Todays young dream,
Tomorrow's broken heart,
Taken the life-force,
Ripped apart,

Past down through generations,
Father to son now on to daughter,
The heartbreak that hurts
A loved one to much,
Never so real,
A pain you can't touch,

Life goes on slowly it seems,
At least that's how it feels,
We long for normality,
Maybe we want it to much.

Copyright 1st May 2016 by jsbevan

The Mockingbird

 Love is no where to be seen,
As we fall in to a dream,
There's a ghost who is sitting there,
Swear, he's been there before,
Hear the mockingbird sing,
Retracing the places he's been, 

Before the moon rise's again,
Darkness grows within his core,
Life's beaten him ten times or more,
His scars they can't be seen,
Is he there or nowhere,
Maybe he's a dream,
But ain't that just like me,

I don't believe in heaven,
And there's nothing down below,
Only darkness is left for me now,
Watch out here I go,

I feel I'm a stranger,
In a room full of people I know,
Is there a sure way,
To be completely free,
Just like that mockingbird,
Wish that could be me,

Live a life full of danger,
Walking down a street,
A world full of strangers,
No one now's me now,
Is this what life is,
Can someone tell me so,

Heading to a place,
Where my life will be free,
Years go by so quickly,
No longer recognise,
The stranger looking at me.

We Don't Care

Broken,
Beaten,
More each day,
Slaving away for a pittance of pay,
Barely make ends meet,

Driving the workforce in to the ground,
And nobody's expected to make a sound,
Employees scream at the top of their lungs,
But it falls on deaf ears,
There's something wrong,

Middle class workers beneath poverty line,
But if you're above hourly rate everything's fine,
Open your eyes and see the line,
Moving further away each time,

"Stay away from unions," they say,
Store Managers push on orientation day,
Directors and Managers receive their quarterly bonus,
While the ants of the community receive little,
But own us,

Buy your own uniform,
It's a dress code we call it,
So we don't cut that extra profit,
Minimum wage we don't care,
Associates blah! ten to a dozen,
with spare,

And you think we care?



Copyright © 2014 John Bevan