Everyone’s the same
on the bus
Yes everyone’s the same
on the bus
Rich or poor
either or
everyone’s the same
on the bus
The bus is not
about character
one could be brave
or one could be meek
nor is it about where
you’re headed
and if you’re going
to shout or to sneak
and if it isn’t about
where you’re headed
then it isn’t about
where you’ve been
and it isn’t about
what you’ve done
and it isn’t about
what you’ve seen
Everyone’s the same
on the bus
Yes everyone’s the same
on the bus
Weak and tough
Posh and rough
Everyone’s the same
on the bus
On the bus
none of it matters
a man could be
in sickness
or in health
on the bus
he is simply going
from one place
To somewhere else
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC
Oh lucky me
I have my friends
I have beginnings
I have my ends
I have control
I have my head
I have my roof
My door and bed
Oh lucky me
I have been blessed
With time to work
And time to rest
Food to eat
And wine to drink
And time to just
Sit down and think
Oh lucky me
I have the love
Of my mother & father
And those above
I have their knowledge
When I fret
Because I ask
And so I get
Oh lucky me
I have so much
That I can just
Reach out and touch
And even though
This is all mine
There is more to come
How divine
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 7:26 AM UTC
if you listen hard enough
there's a buzzing,
it's this realm
doing it's thing,
and no matter what we do
to disturb it,
the buzzing will still buzz,
ring ring ring.
the buzzing has always
been there
and the buzzing will
never go,
it's in you, me,
the trees, the worms,
the sky and everything down below.
the buzzing is hard
to describe,
but you can feel it
if you try,
it's what connects everything
to everything else,
from way down low
to way up high.
the buzzing makes
things work,
and the buzzing keeps
us alive,
the buzzing shines sun
on our crops,
and rains on us so
we can thrive.
The buzzing was made
a long time ago,
by something or someone
that people call God
and some talk to the buzzing
and ask it things,
to which the buzz gives
a nod.
Don’t look too hard
for a reason
why something does
what it does,
everything just happens
because it happens
and they happen
because of the buzz.
the buzzing was there
before we were,
and before anything else
was too,
and when we're gone it'll just
look for something else
to send it's lovely
buzz through.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
sometimes just sometimes
when i'm up i start to frown
because i start to wonder
if the up is worth the down
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
i sometimes have days
where i float in dreamy haze
and i'm having em
more and more often nowadays
i used to have days
where i felt lost in a maze
but i'm finding myself
more and more often nowadays
feelings are hard
I've felt all types of ways
But I'm feeling better
and better nowadays
and I find myself wondering
if the reason it stays
is cos I get high
more often nowadays
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
i feel the sun
and i'm slowly burning
but it feels good
so it's not concerning
no school
no learning
time is turning
joint burning
i wish i could live in the summer
where it's still warm when it gets dimmer
i wish i could live in the summer
where everythings tinged with a glimmer
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Try to love
anyone who needs it
who looks a little alone
and try love yourself
cause you can't see their goodness
until you see your own
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Security guard sitting alone
bank holiday, the nights soon gone,
he sits & waits to hear the phone
but nobody, thinks, he's on his own
Son & daughter far away
growing up, while he's growing grey,
soon to decide which way to go
their love hidden, unable to show
The last few years haven't been sweet,
Raynham, Vancouver, Sidney St,
roots torn up, hearts torn out
no wonder the only answer
is a shout
One day soon, my little Rose may forgive,
and let her loved ones begin to live,
instead of living the American Dream
as the second Miss Watts,
she'll gleam or scream
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
wakes from his slumber
foggy eyed and rough
too much ***** last night
voice shallow and gruff
the medicine he's chosen
the hair of the dog
he walks to the off-license
the air still thick with fog
he sits alone
just him and a bottle
feels nothing as the *****
pours down his throttle
starting to feel it
laying on the couch half-cut
listening to the radio
as the ***** churns his gut
he wastes most the day
watching films and talking ****
doesn't go out
stays confined in his pit
spends his evening drifting
in and out of sleep
sometimes thinking about life
and sometimes starting to weep
he goes to bed unable to see
another day spent in a downward spiral
and he’ll repeat this tomorrow and the next
because it’s nothing but a cycle
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC