"Memories of yesterday"

"Memories of yesterday"

The memories of yesterday all trapped inside my mind

I played back all the good times as I started to rewind

Never having any problems enjoying the things I did

I loved the freedom way back then the freedom of a kid

Then things began to change as I turned into a teen

Life wouldn't be the same of the years that had been

Exposed to smoking, drinking which had its grip on me

It changed my life forever not the kid I used to be

But I have no regrets for the things that I had done

Put it all down to experience along the way I had some fun

I was rockin' and a rollin' long hair and denim jeans

I went to all the parties dancin' to the disco scene

Then I started working it was good for awhile

You realize you need some cash to finance your teen lifestyle

Then I got the taste of money had no time to relax

I said hey, where did all my money go? I had to pay so much darn tax.

Written by Chris Turner

June 4, 2016.

“That Is Wrong” (A true story)

“That Is Wrong”

(A true story)

When some people are born into this world, from then on, through childhood and into adulthood they are constantly told “That Is Wrong”

I was born……………………………..

I spit up my food “that is wrong”

I poop my diaper “that is wrong”

I cry too much “that is wrong”

I throw tantrums “that is wrong”

I touch things I shouldn’t “that is wrong”

I throw my food “that is wrong”

I punch another kid “that is wrong”

I steal a cookie “that is wrong”

I steal some money “that is wrong”

I hit my younger brother “that is wrong”

I’m late for school “that is wrong”

I fail at school “that is wrong”

I play truant from school “that is wrong”

I hate school “that is wrong”

I smoke at thirteen “that is wrong”

I curse now and again “that is wrong”

I say I didn’t do it “that is wrong”

I tell a lie to save myself from a beating “that is wrong”

I play loud music “that is wrong”

I drink alcohol “that is wrong”

I get drunk “that is wrong”

I kiss a girl “that is wrong”

I have a good time “that is wrong”

I grow my hair long “that is wrong”

I bleach my denim jacket “that is wrong”

I ask a question “that is wrong”

I would like to have my own opinion “that is wrong”

I work as a milkman   “that is wrong”

I work at any job my dad doesn’t like “that is wrong”

I can’t tell the truth for fear of being chastised “that is wrong”

I steal apples “that is wrong”

I stay out late “that is wrong”

I go to movies “that is wrong”

I go to dances “that is wrong”

I sometimes skip church “that is wrong”

I talk back (give an answer for my actions) “that is wrong”

I think of girls “that is wrong”

I date a girl “that is wrong”

I get engaged “that is wrong”

I break engagement “that is wrong”

I get engaged again “that is wrong”

I get married “that is wrong”

I have an affair “that is wrong”

I get divorced “that is wrong”

I find some women attractive “that is wrong”

I get married again “that is wrong”

I want to have sex “that is wrong”

I confide in friends “that is wrong”

I say the word damn “that is wrong”

I say the word shit “that is wrong”

I pray to God “that is wrong”

I confide in the church “that is wrong”

I read the bible “that is wrong”

I watch Coronation Street “that is wrong”

I watch cop shows “that is wrong”

I don’t give my kids all they want “that is wrong”

I slap my kids on the backside “that is wrong”

I don’t give in to my kids wants “that is wrong”

I talk to my wife “that is wrong”

I don’t hug my wife at the right times “that is wrong”

I don’t listen all the time to complaints “that is wrong”

I say a bad word now and again “that is wrong”

I watch T.V. “that is wrong”

I forget some groceries “that is wrong”

I respond to others “that is wrong”

I’m on my computer “that is wrong”

I work real hard “that is wrong”

I can’t get a job “that is wrong”

I cook a meal “that is wrong”

I have no money “that is wrong”

I do the laundry “that is wrong”

I can’t pay my bills “that is wrong”

I fail God “that is wrong”

I lack real faith “that is wrong”

I disagree with church ways “that is wrong”

I don’t speak in tongues “that is wrong”

I have different beliefs “that is wrong”

I get sick “that is wrong”

I argue with relatives “that is wrong”

I don’t argue, “that is wrong”

I talk too much “that is wrong”

I don’t talk “that is wrong”

I don’t give a rap “that is wrong”

I sin some more “that is wrong”

I pray for my needs “that is wrong”

I care for others “that is wrong”

I don’t care for others “that is wrong”

I love food “that is wrong”

I love chocolate “that is wrong”

I laugh at wrong times “that is wrong”

I exercise   “that is wrong”

I try to help “that is wrong”

I hate where I live “that is wrong”

I hate cold weather “that is wrong” 

I want to move to somewhere sunny “that is wrong”

I want to live in California “that is wrong” 

I love the ocean “that is wrong”

I want more money “that is wrong”

I write songs, poems and books “that is wrong”

I sing in the shower “that is wrong”

I’m a morning person “that is wrong”

I’m loud in the morning “that is wrong”

I sing while making breakfast “that is wrong”

I knit, cook, and bake “that is wrong”

I’m creative “that is wrong”

I say I’m handsome and good looking “that is wrong”

I love myself extremely “that is wrong”

I question things in the bible “that is wrong”

I argue with God “that is wrong”

I have my own views “that is wrong”

I’m skeptical about things “that is wrong”

I don’t trust anyone “that is wrong”

I like different music “that is wrong”

I don’t agree with in-laws “that is wrong”

I don’t let my in-laws rule my life “that is wrong”

I can’t communicate with some of the kids “that is wrong”

I can’t communicate with my wife “that is wrong”

I won’t go to counseling, “that is wrong”

I don’t eat organic “that is wrong”

I’m overweight “that is wrong”

I don’t tithe “that is wrong”

I’m fed up with church “that is wrong”

I’m fed up with the antics of Christians “that is wrong”

I hate hypocrisy “that is wrong”

I have doubts “that is wrong”

I just want someone to say that’s good “that is wrong”

I just want to be loved “that is wrong”

I say I can’t please anyone “that is wrong”

I think I’m going crazy “that is wrong”

I then say, “To hell with it”, I’m going for a beer “that is wrong”

I make the above statement “that is wrong”

I try to express my feelings in words “that is wrong”

I was born into this world …………………………….

Have a nice day. Huh! What’s up, did I say something wrong?

Written by Chris Turner

February 5^th, 2014

"Bullied"

"Bullied"

My mum says goodbye as I'm heading out the door to school

As I'm walking up the hill I know I'm feeling just like a fool

But as I leave the house she doesn't know just how much I hurt

'Cause deep inside my mind I'm so confused everything's a blur

I do the usual routine, climb the wall and hide behind the church

Have a smoke; start to think, of the pain and how much I hurt

Of the times that I'm bullied at my home and then at my school

The way I was treated at thirteen, I just knew it was cruel

When I went off to school someone usually punched me in the face

It was then I decided on that day I didn't need this place

I would leave, took a walk, then I wandered started to roam

Then I knew had to go and face my dad when I finally got home

It was no different in my home I was bullied and slapped across the face

Wasn't sure what life's about did I want to be part of the human race

Many times in my room I would cry as I was all alone

Wondering, what life was all about and what was going on

I eventually got caught the school had found that I was playing truant

I knew at the time right away that my life was ruined

I had an interview with my parents and the principal I had to go back to school

I was told it was wrong and that I had broken all the rules

I remember this one day I was so excited it was time for music class

I had a great time singing songs enjoyed so much as long as it could last

As I went down the stairs, I started singing "Yellow Submarine"

A Beatles favourite, he was waiting for me the teacher wasn't so keen

He said, hold out your hand boy don't you know, that you are showing disrespect

Disorderly conduct won't be tolerated I'm afraid, you're gonna have to pay

I said this isn't fair, I only sang and I think that this is a load of crap

He said, hold out your hands' boy, cross them over, as I'm going to give you the strap

I could feel the pain stinging on my fingers as the pain ran through my hands

As I grit my teeth so tight, I said a few curse words and then I said damn

At the time right then, I knew, I felt, like a piece of shit

The moment that belt came down and stung, as he began to hit

Deep down within, inside my mind were the hurt and the fear

When I walked home alone, couldn't hold it back, I burst into tears

Bullied at home, then at school, I was upset didn't know what to do

As I'm heading now for home, my life is feeling a little bit more confused

That was fifty years ago, hard to believe it's still fresh in my mind

Of the people I grew up with, memories, of those who were not kind

All the anguish that I felt, offered me, no respect or gain

As I write this today it's not erased, I still feel the pain

They say that time if you let it, it will always, take the pain away

But the tears come to my eyes as I think and dwell on those days

As I now go home and feel the wrath and the hand from my boxing dad

The punishment with a leash on my bare bum because I was bad

At thirteen years of age, I didn't know of certain things and how I felt

My first orgasm by a man, who touched me there, a feeling I had never felt

But I couldn't tell anyone a pedophile had put his hand on me

I was feeling quite ashamed and I know that you may disagree

As a child, by another man, he had his way, as I was abused

I was scared to tell someone for fear, I was so confused

Other men took hold of me and they also did the very same

Now I hide all these secrets in my mind and feel guilty of this shame

I tried so hard at my home to be good, but I was just a kid

I would disobey my teacher and my dad of things they did forbid

I was used and abused, always given that extra shove

I only wish someone had cared all I wanted, was to be hugged

As I grew up, had some friends, I got drunk and cursed like everyone

It was rough, but I got tough, had some fights until I knew I won

All the anger that I felt one day exploded that was churning deep inside

I rebelled, joined a gang I'll pay you back, I knew I couldn't hide

Tried so hard to be big and be tough, but I was only small

Getting drunk, smoking cigs, no more pushed around now I had it all

Feeling crap I'll take no more I made a statement, I've just had enough

Why couldn't someone put their arms around me, all I wanted, was to be loved?

Written by Chris Turner

February 9, 2017

"Hidden Fences"

"Hidden Fences"©

All the people walking around, thoughts, running through their heads

Not telling anyone for fear of things, that just might be said

There are things that they won't talk about of secrets, they just can't say

They keep them bottled up inside to them, it's just another day

In a prison of torment and pain, the past won't let them go

Their mind cannot function as it should, their self-esteem is low

All the sadness and anxiousness like a poison, running through their veins

Depression and worthlessness, the doubts, are driving them insane

Chorus

Hidden fences built so high that no one can see into their life

Hidden fences all around them it's the only way that they can deal with strife

Hidden fences their protection, so that all, the world cannot see

Hidden fences cage them in, locked away, inside their sanctuary

The fence is so high, like a fortress, you cannot enter in

It's the place where they bide, living life, they know they cannot win

They just won't let you in, there's no gate, to keep you all outside

They live a lonely bitter life; it's where they go when they want to hide.

 Chorus

Hidden fences built so high that no one can see into their life

Hidden fences all around them it's the only way that they can deal with strife

Hidden fences their protection so that all the world cannot see

Hidden fences cage them in, locked away, inside their sanctuary

Written by Chris Turner

January 12, 2016

"Trump and Guantanamo Bay"

"Trump and Guantanamo Bay"

Guantanamo Bay, they were tortured for what they wouldn't say

Abused, shackled to the wall, beatings, broken limbs by the CIA

Waterboarding torture, unethical, against all humanity

Degrading, inhumane, inflicting pain, borne of the USA

They detained those they thought, who were responsible for terrorist attacks

They interrogated those for information so they could pay their enemy back

Standing on broken limbs, deprived of sleep, hooding's, horrors every day

Rectal rehydration, as they tortured in Guantanamo Bay

Now Trump is no different, like a Nazi, like Hitler in World War two

He's hoarding all the Muslims, pushing them around, like the Gestapo used to do

Last week Trump agreed that torture and believes it's the only way

He was given this assurance that it worked by the CIA

Instead of things getting better for the world, we're going, the opposite way

Going back to the times, the way it was, in Guantanamo Bay

We're no different than the terrorist, you have to look and see what's going on

He starts with his own country, and then who's next, dictators never work alone

Wake up America; you have a future to save, but not just for you

Your children and your grandchildren are relying on what you now do

You know right from wrong, you don't have to just go along, stand up for everything that's right,

Your kids will thank you for being brave because you tried to save and protect where you belong.

Written by Chris Turner

January 31, 2017