MESSAGE FROM MY GUIDE
WHEN WE ARE NEEDED
WE ARE BY YOUR SIDE
WE'RE KNOWN AS GUARDIANS
AND SOMETIMES GUIDES
WHEN YOU ARE READY
WE WILL SHOW
FOR WE ARE WITH YOU
YOU WILL KNOW
THEN WE WILL SHOW
WHEN WE ARE THERE
A TINGLING FEELING
IN YOUR HAIR
WHEN IN CHURCH
WHERE YOU ARE TAUGHT
JUST RELAX
WE ARE THERE IN THOUGHT
FROM BIRTH TO DEATH
WE ARE BOUND
TO WALK WITH YOU
ALONG THIS GROUND
WE WILL HELP YOU OUT
BRING OTHERS THROUGH
THIS IS NOT FAKE,
THIS IS TRUE.
WITH A MESSAGE
FROM THE ONES THEY LOVE
COMES THROUGH TO YOU
FROM US ABOVE
THIS WILL HELP OTHERS
TO FEEL UPLIFTED
USE YOUR GIFT
BECAUSE YOU ARE GIFTED
WRITTEN BY DAVE BOYCE / 04
In Solitude
Sitting here in solitude,
Overlooking the town.
The trees are looking beautiful,
And the houses are so brown.
The clouds are looking fluffy,
In the shades of light and grey.
It is really peaceful here,
I could sit about all day.
The sounds of small birds singing,
As I sit here in my car.
The small flowers near,
And the city is so far.
The smell of grass is lovely,
Its cut cos it's so high.
The sound of the cars tyres,
As the traffic passes by.
I could sit for hours,
In this quiet street.
Overlooking Llandaf,
Where the trees are cut so neat.
Written by Dave Boyce -/ 04
Published Cynon Valley Leader 16 Sept 2004
Travelling through the countryside The grass, the trees
The mountainside
You're travelling through
The countryside
The grass is long in shades of green
Trees so high and trees so lean
With autumn brown
And summer green
With houses scattered
Some old, some new
You're travelling through
This lovely view
You're passing fast
At speeds so high
The change of clouds
In the grey - blue sky
Written by David Boyce
1 October 2004
The Earthquake I would like to tell you
What lurks beneath the ground
It sits there still for many years
And doesn't make a sound
Then one day you will feel
The grounds beneath you shake.
The trees start falling over
All cables loose like snakes.
Then the floor will open
Wide cracks along the ground
And a noise as loud as thunder
With buildings falling down
No body has control of it
The shaking and the sound
It's deadly and takes many lives
The earthquake beneath the ground
Written by David Boyce - 08/12/04
God Bless all those who have lost their lives in the disaster after the earthquake tsuname in December 2004.
Help the families of those who are missing and may not be found by their families,
help the souls of those many children who stood no chance with the waves so strong,
Help them to reach out to the light!
ANGELS AS I LOOK UP
I SEE THE ANGELS WINGS
I HEAR THE SOUNDS
AS THE ANGEL SINGS
I SEE THE GLOW
THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT
THIS MAKES ME SMILE
A WONDEROUS SIGHT
THEY LOOK SO LIGHT
AS THEY FLOAT ALOFT
WITH FACES BRIGHT
WHICH LOOK SO SOFT
THEY FADE AWAY
AS FAST AS THEY CAME
THE LIGHT GOES OUT
LIKE A CANDLES FLAME
WHY DID THEY COME
WE'LL NEVER KNOW
WITH SMILES SO SOFT
AND SKIN LIKE SNOW
WRITTEN BY
DAVID BOYCE 02/08/04
Copyright David Boyce 2005
Angels - A message to you
When you look up and see the angel's wings
You think about so many things
Those daily things are you're choices
Because you cant hear the angels voices
Because you live upon this ground
You can't hear the song or the angels sound
When you're asleep we come to you
Within a light so bright and pure.
Written By Dave Boyce Sept 2004
BECOMING BOLD
AS I RELAX
WITH MY GUIDES I SEE
THE PEOPLE PAST
THEY ARE SO CLEAR
I ASK FOR THEM
TO STAND BESIDE
I FEEL PROTECTED
THER WITH MY GUIDE
I FEEL A CHILL
ITS NOT THE COLD
LOVED ONES DRAW CLOSE
BECOMING BOLD
THEY GIVE ME CLUES
THROUGH WAYS OF THOUGHT
WITH MEMORIES
OF THINGS THEY BOUGHT
THEY TALK TO ME
LIKE A LIVING BEING
AND THEY STAND THERE
AS I AM SEEING
WRITTEN BY
DAVE BOYCE 02/08/04
The Tower Into the Tower, we must go
There's people in trouble,
We all know.
The towers stretch into the sky
Over one hundred storeys high.
As people run out every way
They are in trouble they can not stay
Down the stairs, they must go lower
To leave the danger of the tower.
For damage caused to the towers beauty,
We must go in, it is our duty.
As we go high we have to poke
Because the thickness of the smoke
Its getting hot as we go higher
The intense heat of burning fire.
This is real, its no dream
As people run, and people scream
As things drop of the damaged tower
People hide and people cower.
We did not know it would fall
We done our duty
We gave our all.
Written by David Boyce
On the 30th of May.
WRITINGS SOMETHINGS ARE WRITTEN
IN LOVE AND LIGHT
BY OTHER SOULS
WHO ARE OUT OF SIGHT
SOMETHINGS HAVE MEANING
AND OTHERS DON'T
SOMETHINGS
YOU'LL KNOW
AND SOME YOU WONT
SOMETIMES IT'S WRITTEN
IN UNUSED WORDS
THEY MENTION FLOWERS
AND EVEN BIRDS
IT MAYBE WRITTEN
FOR YOU OR ME
SOME MAYBE FACT
OR PHILOSOPHY
JUST WRITE IT DOWN
IT'S SO INTENSE
IT'S NOT UP TO YOU
TO MAKE GOOD SENSE
WRITTEN BY
DAVE BOYCE
1645 HRS 04/08/04
O' Dad we miss you
O' Dad we miss you O' so much,
It's been a sad long year.
We've thought about you so many times,
And all have shed a tear.
We know we had the best dad,
Of anyone on earth.
You took care of all six of us,
From the days of our birth.
You know we miss your laughter,
Your emotions as you cry.
We ask ourselves here everyday,
For the reasons why?
We know you're always with us,
From the messages we have had.
We know you'll always be there.
Cos you're our loving Dad.
Written by David Boyce
In loving memory of
Frederick James Boyce
04/10/1942 - 13/04/2003
Seasons THE DAFFODILS ARE COMING
AND SOON IT WILL BE SPRING
AND ALSO COMES THE BLUEBELLS
AND THE SUNSHINE IT WILL BRING
AND SOON WILL BE THE SUMMER
THE SUN AND NO MORE RAIN
THE TROUBLE IS THAT WHEN IT'S HOT
THE DROUGHT IS JUST A PAIN
THEN THERE COMES THE AUTUMN
THE LEAVES GO GREEN TO BROWN
THEN SEVERAL WEEKS LATER
THEY ALL COME FALLING DOWN
ALONG COMES THE WINTER
WITH HIGH WINDS AND THE COLD
THE REALLY ICY WEATHER
LIKE THE WINTERS, WE HAD OF OLD
THEN THEY START AGAIN IN SPRING
AND WORK RIGHT THROUGH THE REST
THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT MEMORIES
WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE THE BEST?
WRITTEN BYDAVE BOYCE
29/01/04
Ponty Tumble
They came down from the valley's
From many miles around.
The hustle and the bustle,
Of the old market town.
They'd have their weekly meetings
As some lived miles apart.
Their hair was combed back perfect,
And they dressed up really smart.
Standing with his mates,
Looking really coy.
Wearing his leather jacket,
Like a proper teddy boy.
You can hear the voices mumble,
As they have their daily smoke.
Standing on the Tumble
As they have a laugh and joke.
When you're felling unhappy,
Depressed and really down.
Just watch the old T.v. programme,
Of the sixties Ponty town.
Written by
David Boyce
01 May 2004
Inspired by the
Wynford Vaughan Thomas History Programme
of Pontypridd Town in which his father,
Frederick James Boyce appeared several times
at the Ponty Tumble.
The footage has been shown on several history programmes.
