My history is permeated by the
Lack of care
And The need to find my angel
She had to be somewhere
Allowed to roam the roads
Around Berkhamsted everyday
To run the gauntlet as it were
A pretty dangerous way
Across the main street
Down the towpath
Where of course they tried
Several times to drown me
The drunken yobs, denied
The chance of seeing me floating
Upside down wet through
I was able to scramble out
Which of course was true

My so called carer she didn’t care
It was never home for me
She fed me when she remembered
But it was always temporary
My dreams whenever sleep prevailed
Was to find the lady who
Knew of dragons and totems
With a conscience that was true
I knew that she was out there
Her vibrations I could feel
And made my way to Waitrose
Where her aura was for real

Everyday I went there
It was quite a way
The high street and the towpath
And i felt She knew the Fae
Thought transference
It was out there
She was out there
I was sure
Lots of people talked to me
Outside Waitrose door

I was looking for her, her lochs of raven hair
And The enchantment in her eyes
The magic of her being
She all seeing
She so wise
She rode on a black dragon
Of wizardry she knew
And The cauldron and the candle
Where she made her witches brew.

Then one day it was late on
Her vehicle I saw
It had to be that day
When she opened up her door
I got the urge to jump in
And I was going to stay
I had found her! end of story
And she would never get away

No more high streets
No more towpaths
Yobbo’s wanting, to drown me
Care would come in cauldron fulls
The fields and woods would be
My hunting grounds
the totem and the Hare
The dragon and the path of lights
And the windows that I share

Topped with the rainbow crystal
And the birds who feed outside
I patrol the cottage
And it gives me so much pride
To lay with her and snuggle
We each share warmth its true
And sharing the otherwordly
that we are prone to do.

I brought her little presents
And left them on the floor
I think she knows I love her
So don’t need to anymore
When I dream I dream of her
And she takes me everywhere
To the neolithic standing stones
And the castles in the air

Circles ribbons many shapes
Fill the night where we
Jetster and the lady walk
Our invisibility
Is wonder working
Through the darkness
Where little owls can be
In the living undergrowth
Which is our prophecy

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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2 comments on ““Jetster”

  1. Claudia Ferri on said:

    Awww this is amazing I love it and Mr Jetster loves it too!!

    • Rex Tyler on said:

      I am so glad you both enjoy it he was dictating it to me
      So its good if I got it clear he is and it is all bis own work

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