I write poetry to help me
I write poetry as I drink tea
I write poetry that makes me titter
I write poetry cause im bitter
I write poetry cause im good
I write poetry cause im misunderstood
I write poetry for money
I write poetry when it’s sunny
I write poetry through the rain
I write poetry to help my brain
I write poetry when I feel down
I write poetry to my friends in town
I write poetry cause it fulfils my soul
I write poetry dark as coal
I write poetry under a blanket of stars
I write poetry whilst cleaning ***** cars
I write poetry about the silver moon
I write poetry to make lovers swoon
I write poetry cause it makes believe
I write poetry to explain what I perceive
I write poetry that makes me cry
I write poetry and I don’t know why
I write poetry cause it makes me feel free
I write poetry because that’s just me

Bricks in my head
Magazines in my bed
Food on the floor
Mice at the door
Eviction letter
Neighbours feel better
Out of work blues
Doesn’t make news
Job seekers money
Isn’t very funny
Alcohol for relief
Lost my belief
Reality tv
*** noodle for tea
Doctors appointment
Families disappointment
Circles getting vicious
Nicotine is delicious
Close to breaking
All my own making
Finally had enough
Soon be sleeping rough
Sneak away as the taxi waits
Creep on a boat heading to the states

Workplace is catty
Smelly and ratty
Shop floor a bore
Fun is no more
Park is full of the unwell
And the rats bad as well
Tv is laced with dull
Desperate people trying to pull
Transport is long and sleepy
Life is tiresome and weepy
Pubs are a dying breed
Councils dissect with their greed
Music is all shout and chains
Droning with aches and pains
Dates are internet and vile
Mug shots all edit and fake smile
Streets are unfriendly through fear
Self loathing and violence for the year
Traditions and morals up the spout
Thoughts on paper when nothing comes out
Friends stay close and tight knit
Lose them and then that’s it
Burn out and join the line
To our nations drastic decline

Kisses for Judith
Cars for Ken
Paints for Children
Starters for ten
Shoes for ladies
Gadgets for men
Stereotypical
Is life
Until when
Shoes for Arthur
Cars for Grace
Overalls for Martha
Jeremy in lace
Curlers for Brian
Football for June
The world is changing
Under a distant moon
A bodyguard is Debbie
Hairdressing for Steve
Coffee and nibbles
A change to New Year’s Eve
Bus driving for Sarah
Day care fun for Pete
School run for James
Coach driving for Siobhan
Business meeting for Amber
House cleaning for John
Everything has changed these days
We all just muck in as one

I remember being young
When everyone used to talk
People would speak on the roads
And the kids would talk through chalk
I remember being young
The world seemed full of beans
Everyone appeared connected
And we didn’t have social screens
I remember being young
The television was always fun
Comedy was out of this world
Now its an alien to bbc one
I remember being young
Listening to music that made real sense
Non of this beating monotony
That’s has no depth and is completely dense
I remember being young
Watching sports aimed at fans
The general public made it tick
Not suited men with golden hands
I remember being young
When newspapers were classed as a curse
Exclusives were what they claimed
Now the internet reveals it first
I remember being young
We’d get around without a car
Walking was an enjoyable form of exercise
And nobody cared for how long or how far
I remember being young
You could be yourself without fear
Now it’s all image and expense
Which gets worse year after year
I remember being young
It’s sad that the times don’t stay the same
But I still try and keep some nostalgia
Whilst keeping my feet firmly in the game

My feet are burning in the golden sands
The sun is quietly corroding my skin
Dreaming of a life which I deserve
And a life that you have to be in
Without you my desires are tatters
If your not close to me I might as well go
To a place where my soul remains
Trapped and breaking very slow
I’m not asking for ****** deliverance
Or to be showered by protection and affection
Just for you to be in the same world as mine
Would be heaven and a soulful connection
They say believing is painful and long
I agree as it’s took so long to see
But finding you amongst periods of nothingness
Makes it clear you were delivered for me

Rough spoken men with hands like shovels
Overbearing women full of laughter and cuddles
***** brick mills and deserted old pits
United and City and kids with zits
Redundant old docks where boats used to sail
Now luxury penthouses for the rich to prevail
Finney, Kingsley and the great Robert Powell
The Hollies, the Beatles and the Gallaghers scowl
Tony Wilson, Factory Records and his rebellious acts
Hadrians Walls reveals many artefacts
Strangeways, gangsters and criminal ways
But our streets are safe as the government says
Tramstops, trainlines and buses fly along
Taking the North West’s finest to the places they belong
Canal Street, China town and the Northern Quarter
Scarily high death rates in the cold bitter water
Pride, Eid and diversity through the streets
Down the motorway lies the Cavern where the Liverpudlians still meet
Tragedy and solidarity and the beautiful bee crest
This is my place of birth this is the North West