Page completely empty
Waste bin completely full
Nothing is coming through
No magic can I pull
Standing and walking around
Sipping lemon tea
Why can’t I put down a line
Why is this happening to me
Talk to me oh brain
Give just one solitary thought
Just a little bit of a tale
Instead of endless nought
I think I need to escape the house
Somewhere I can take stock
I’ll take a stroll to the local pub
And try and cure my writers block

I woke on the Sunday
To the glorious sound of music
Whistling round my room
And into the very piping of my soul
Cause my father was a dreamer
A listener of all and everything
That was the warmest I felt then
When the sounds splashed against my face
Of course he was completely oblivious
To the lifting it created in my shell
As I snuggled in my quilt
Enjoying the bond it was creating between us

Saddled, unsaddled
Wild and free
We love to run
My horses and me

Up the hills
Across the town
Sometimes lazily
In my dressing gown

They belong to me
My equine friends
Much more fun
Then a house of hens

I admire their colours
And their nasal sounds
As we ride together
Around the grounds

A crate of oysters and then some more
Carried by two on the beach
To weary sailors casting their nets
Seizing fishes just within reach
So fun could be had in the bedroom
Between man and his wife
As sailing between choppy waters
Really isn’t much of a life
But oysters solve the problem
Of dullness when away at sea
Slippery and wet strange little things
Will happy a sailors wife be

All is quiet as my brood all sleep
Crazy days and insane ways
The memories are mine to keep

On golden sands we merrily play
With cricket bat and bluish ball
My role of fatherhood guides my way

I watch them closely with love
Protective and loving
As the sun shines up above

We eat fish and chips close to the sea
An immense sense of pride stirs
Observing the resemblances of me

Knowing I need to steer them along
Through their up and downs
In our arms they will always belong

We kiss and roll then sit back up
My lady and me in the grass
The fields of gold
We were promised as kids
Never seems to grow old

We eat our food and give a smile
My lady and me at peace
The beautiful sunset
That was in our hearts
Never has escaped us yet

We stare at the sun
My lady and me in the heat
The picturesque sky
From our story books
Will be here until we die

We stroll back home hand in hand
My lady and me in love
The soul mate senses
We’ve always wanted
Never leaves and never condenses

We spoon in our bed
My lady and me me together
The world carries on outside
And the dreams we forge closely
Stay with us never to hide

My friend my only friend
Listening to my plights
Never leaving my side
When I’m lonely and feeling sad

Joking and sometimes cajoling me
With acidic unnerving wit
But always out of fondness
Leaving me no doubt of your love

A life so solitary and dismal
Without love or human companionship
From male or female kind
You’ve never let me down

Piers and concert halls
To party’s and royal performances
We speak like brothers often do
And you guide me all the way

Made from wood and speckles of paint
With a flat cap and a suit
Smiling from ear to ear
The vision of insane happiness

Listen to me just one last time
As I open the bottle of rounding pills
And swallow them in quick succession
Then kiss your head goodbye my only friend