A light shone into my eyes
Contempt became pity
Guilt replaced hunger
Fear overcame my stride

Whistles slivered into my ears
And nestled amongst my thoughts
We had found you at long last
But a voice inside whispered set them free

I tried to ignore it with strained guile
The seven seas I had travelled
To exact my revenge
Seemed wasted and empty dreams

Cowardice had overcome me
Crept into my bones like ice
Shrouding me like a blanket
Rigid and strong and eternal

Screams and jeers sailed over me
The axe I saw gleaming in the sun
Tears dropped from my closed shivering eyes
Then dark the light then peace

Don’t open the door Mary
Look after those children upstairs
When they cry your name in the night
Cause they will
As you know better than anyone

Don’t open the door Mary
When the man calls out your name
All gentle and soothing
Like a preacher at the altar
But it’s not him

Don’t open the door Mary
Cause hes not the man you knew
Resist the curiosity wriggling inside you
Ignore him calling outside
As he brandishes his knife

Don’t open the door Mary
To the familiar voice you hear
Things have changed inside him
A strangeness has taken over
Now a darkness waits at your door

Don’t open the door Mary
Just sit and wait in your chair
Eat the beautiful chicken resting on the plate
Drink the wine velvet in its glass
And dream on this beautiful evening

Don’t open the door Mary
As he’s banging on the door
Cry into the night if you need to
And let god listen to your head
Let him save your soul tonight

Rambled and shaggy with unkempt features
Dwell the remnants of days gone by
Glorious carriages of red and gold
Litter the fields generously
Unabashed and unwanted
Derided and hated
Cursed in words and scolded by tongue
They stand upright and fight as one
Man for man woman for woman
Protecting what is theirs and what shelters them
By means of trouble or rubble
Trees or fire
Nothing will ever prevail
They are one and one is them
Death will keep them apart

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