The little girl dances
Under the branch’s of the willow
And every time she feels the leaves
She remembers lowering the pillow

Dancing through the forest
Where the roses form like blood
She sniffs the scented open petals
And gently removes her hood

Along the rocks of the river
She lies down under the sun
Remembering how she took his life
A ****** just for fun

A troubled soul since childhood
Left in the minds of the ill
No matter how strong she put up the fight
She was taken against her will

But now she has her moment
And now she takes her turn
She runs across the grassy valley
To catch her uncle on her return

Through the streets her feet run
Into the school gates
And there as the bell begins to ring
She watches and she waits

The clouds fly overhead
And the birds dob up and down
Then she stabs him through the chest
He falls with a frown

Then she runs towards the road
Anticipating the next ****
He’s the one who makes it complete
The father in law she knew as Bill

A thrill
The chill
Crawls up my back
The breeze
In the trees
Makes me jump
The fright
Of the night
Scares us to death
Oh shame
Above our name
When we run for the gate
We talk
As we walk
Away from the old graveyard

Hello dear happiness
I wonder how you found me
On this day of imperial dread
I never sought your help
Quite the opposite to tell the truth
As I spent the day in bed
Like the serpent as it invaded Adams garden
You just slithered in
Without a pardon
And as I flittered my tired eyes
The warmness of your softening skin
Was a welcoming surprise
So thank you dear happiness
As I cuddle you closely
On this morning of bright sunshine
And as I hold you even tighter
The world outside
Now seems beautiful and lighter

Why are Sunday’s so boring
Why is the world half asleep
Why do I still love the smell of a Sunday dinner
Why are car parks so cheap
Why are shopping centres so empty
Why do supermarkets seem to thrive
Why do church’s get busy
Why is the tv crap on channel five
Why do car boots seem bigger
Why are christenings always on this day
Why did Songs of Praise end
Why did Harry Secombe go away
Why are all the same films shown
Why does the Wimbledon final sometimes run late
Why do kids get Easter eggs
Why do my kids get me up before eight
Why am I moaning more than ever
Why am not alseep and snoring
Why have I wrote this silly poem
Oh thats right, it’s sunday, and it’s boring

The thunderclap roar of a distant storm
Stirs my senses in the silent dorm
Lifting my legs over the metallic frame
The cold jolt I feel is always the same
As my tiny feet touch the icy floor
I cautiously look towards the shadowy door
Sound is lost like a soul in limbo
So I carefully tiptoe to the rain dowsed window
The street below is dark and foreboding
Creating the feeling that the world is corroding
I dream of daddy and mother together
Kissing me goodnight from the land of nether
A car flies past illuminating the room
Revealing the walls of this miserable tomb
Teardrops fall onto my ***** nailed hand
And I wipe them away every time they land
Praying God hears me before I go to heaven
Hoping for a little love to me orphan 7

A tainted world is lived in
Paper masks hide idle lies
Glorious sunshine sifts through clouds
Blinding the weary eyes
Optimism hovers on cold days
Away from naked untouched truth
Elusive intrusive shadowy feelings
Seem so buried yet so aloof
Shout with your loudest voices
Laugh at humour on the air
A fool will make his own sorrows
Enigmatic is the man without care

Matches on fire
Oh why do I watch
My brother the liar
Swirling his crotch
To inspecting girls
Beautiful faces
Perfected curls
All dresses and laces
You for me
And you for him
How good it will be
A promise so slim
I don’t want cast offs
Or my brothers choosing
Smart *** toffs
I’m already loosing
But carry on he will
Flirting and petting
It all makes me ill
My picked one is fretting
My brother is a fool
So now I’m going home
This isn’t cool
I’m not in Rome
Where you do as they do
I life my own life
I’m thinking *******
As I spot his wife

High up and nestling in the clouds
Is a house made just for me
And when comes the day
For me to leave this coil
I will fly upwards for a cup of tea

I will peer down eagerly from way up high
And watch the world in full stride
As the birds sing
Whilst the living play
I’ll feel warm and tingly inside

Maybe I might pay a visit occasionally
Just to say a quick hello
With a little reveal
Or tap on the door
That way I’m sure they’ll know

Entrenched in your arms
I feel cosy and loved
Hypnotised by your charms
I feel blessed and lucky
Listening to your voice
I feel warm and settled
Sharing your thoughts
I feel humble and proud
Embracing your trust
I feel complete thank you

Who are you man?
That voice in my head
Who spouts vile garbage
While I’m asleep in my bed

Telling me I’m ugly
Telling me I’m fat
Telling me I’m stupid
I refuse to believe that

Who are you man?
Corrupting my day
Take your ******* words
And please go away

Telling me I’m worthless
Telling me I’m bland
Telling me I’m boring
From a distant land

Who are you man?
Dragging me there
Just sail away now
Cause I really don’t care

I’ll tell you this
I’ll tell you that
I’ll tell you I’m not listening
To your nonsense chat

Cars and then more cars
Bikes and then more bikes
People and thankfully people
Milling around the city

Bars and then more bars
Takeaways and then more takeaways
Life and thankfully life
Milling around the city

Through Chinatown
The man wears a gown
And makeup and a wig
On the way to his gig
As a drag queen

The Museum
Full of glass
Housing the past
Where the young to the last
Stare in wonder

Rivers and canals
Flowing under bridges
Glistening brown and murky
Keeps me a little perky
As dog walkers study the depths

Street lights and sirens
Smells of exotic foods
Tempting to the thought of eating
Like lions upon a herds meeting
Nothing can compare

Music loud and booming
From the clubs along the streets
As we dance the night away
While time leads us astray
I love my days in the city

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

Down by the river
And across the grass
Where the cows roam
And the ramblers pass
Sits my house
A small decrepit thing
Like a humming bird
With a broken wing
Two rooms up
And three rooms down
There’s barely enough space
For my dressing gown
But I like it really
Cause I’m a bit of a loner
The simple mess
Fits my persona
Nobody comes
And nobody goes
Except the wind
That frequently blows
Now off you go
And don’t come back
If you follow me again
I’ll give you a smack

Full of life and emotion
I am like an ocean
With rocks in my depths
And the occasional hidden wrecks
I am calm in the sun
Relaxed and full of fun
But I am cold in the rain
When the water takes my brain
When I capsize from my boat
Through the clouds I like to float
Seeking dreams like we all do
Not just for me but also for you
Sometimes sulky a childlike disposition
Means my growing up is still in transition
But I do believe in good
Which I think we all should
I’m balanced but complex as you see
But that’s my vessel my soul my me

It has brought us together
Like birds of a feather
The adhesive stuff
Very very clever
They call it the glue of love

It so subtly applies
In a world full of flies
Working through the lies
Very very clever
They call it the glue of love

Hidden behind faces
Finding all the spaces
Hitting tender places
Very very clever
They call it the glue of love

It’s finds you
Cause it needs to
Firming as it flows through
Very very clever
They call it the glue of love

The age of light and of water and of night
The age of space and of electric and of flight
The age of thinking and of hearing and of sight
The age of genius

The age of simplicity and of size and of ease
The age of medicine and of cures and of disease
The age of voices and of beauty and of ******
The age of genius

The age of seeing and of equality and of ponder
The age of creativity and of new and of wonder
The age of rain and of sun and of thunder
The age of genius

The age of storms and of eruptions and of tide
The age of extinction and of death and of pride
The age of faith and of spirit and of inside
The age of genius

Welcome to the cheap seats
All tattered with brownish rust
Welcome to the cheap seats
Filled with memories of teenage lust
Welcome to the cheap seats
How time as removed their skin
Welcome to the cheap seats
A mere shadow of how they begin
Welcome to the cheap seats
The workers choice of viewing
Welcome to the cheap seats
Full of sweets that they were chewing

From cradle to the grave
I feel like your protector
Like a roof above a house
I won’t let trouble ever effect her
The sadness that wells inside
When you tell me of your simple woes
How I manage to keep my head
God only knows

From the cot to your house
I keep a subconscious eye
Like a psychic bringing foretold futures
I do this to the day I die
Nobody will ever hurt you
While I’m living in my skin
As I tread this strange life path
Your care I will hold therein

Take me if you must
I won’t create a fuss
Let me breath out my chest
Cause since a baby on the breast
You’ve always been taking me anyway

Lead me along those jagged lines
Of empty fields and emotional climbs
As the clocks all chime
Ive known with time
You’ve always been taking me anyway

Let me rest in a place
As you end the chase
Then I listen to the cry’s
When they say their goodbyes
You’ve always been taking me anyway

I’m blissfully aware of the beauty
That tumbles from the sky
Heavy drops of liquid rain
Make me want to cry
I’m fully in tune with nature
From the trees to a buzzing bee
As a wave crashes across a rock
A chrysalis sets a butterfly free
I absorb the heat from the sun
As it’s rays unravel my skin
Making the pale to red
On the vessel that my bones are in
And lastly I ponder the stars
That sparkle and burn in the night
Shooting and fizzing through the dark
They leave my head in wonder and delight

Sat under the bridge
She watched the river
All reeds and ***** water
Nostalgically thinking
Of childhood dreams
And lessons the world had taught her
Chewing on a sandwich
From inside a packet
The freedom was running strong
Remembering school
And friends long gone
She burst into a song
Word for word
And line for line
It made her body sway
A song she loved
That took her back
Would get her through the day
Laying back
Eyes closed
She took a sip from a bottle
Smoking a ***
Whilst drinking beer
Her mind was in full throttle
Just one kiss
A little touch
Was all she wanted in this life
Everything was gone
Her world in ruins
Another beaten wife

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

Failure
What does it mean
Falling short
Or not doing enough
The worst that’s ever been

Failure
It’s a ******
You feel low
And your energies gone
Like rain coming down in summer

Failure
Where does it end
You see no hope
Cause your hearts not in it
It drives you round the bend

I watch my wife swim
As she cuts through water like a knife
And remember my privets need a trim
She’s done breast stroke all her life
A champion in the blue
But a disaster in the household
I guess it’s something Ive always knew
If truth be told
Watching her frolic in the water
Doing length after length after length
I realise family ignorance
Is possibly her biggest strength
She smiles at the young men
Don’t recall her smiling at me
I just take her at nine thirty in the morning
And pick up her up at twenty past three
Today it’s all going to change
Cause today I’m going for broke
Whilst I arrange our divorce
She’ll carry on doing the breast stroke

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

Head hidden in his hood
He’s in there somewhere
Underneath the skin and blood
Awaiting learning and special care
Lies a brain full of thoughts
A mind crammed with dreams
But with more crosses than noughts
All bursting at the seams

Head hidden in his hood
He’s in there somewhere
Operating differently than he should
The ignoramus persons nightmare
A boy of few words
Whose actions speak a bit more
Like buffalos running in a herd
He brings destruction to the floor

Head hidden in his hood
He’s in there somewhere
The eyes work like a spy’s would
Impossible hearing behind the stare
Don’t be fooled by his quiet
He’s smarter than you and me
Capable of a mini riot
My boy little Master C

At school I was a fool
Just a pencil on a stool
I didn’t carry my book
Couldn’t be arsed to look
And it was boring
Boring
Boring
The teacher had us snoring
So at school I was the fool

At school I was the dreamer
The thinker and the schemer
Never wrote stuff down
To busy looking around
And it was tiring
Tiring
Tiring
The teacher was close to expiring
So at school I was the dreamer

At school I was the fighter
The survivor and the nail biter
Always jumping around like a flea
ADHD from the age of three
And it was hard
Hard
Hard
The teacher made us mentally scarred
So at school I was the fighter

In someways I enjoyed it the best
All bouncy and full of zest
No worries or feelings of malaise
Just the daily grind
Of our school days

Do I still just say hello
To this world that I should know
Can I act so very sincere
When my mind isn’t that clear
Will I drink from the fateful cup
And see my thoughts trip me up
Or is a cloud going to grey
Which will soak me to decay
Before a sun shines in my vision
Protecting me from derision
Guiding my noctural mind
From a life that can be unkind
Bringing me back onto this earth
For the purposes of my rebirth

New York as a state
Ain’t so great
Big cars big food
So ****** rude
Billy Joel
He’s swell
High serendipity
Statue of Liberty
Broadway success
Cats is the best
Helicopter ride
Long Island tide
Manhattan subway
Taxis giveaway
Become a star
With a cigar
Apple that’s big
Central Park dig
Broad walk creeps
City doesn’t sleep
Razzmatazz
Alcatraz
Christopher Street
Gay retreat
New York Jets
Giants like nets
Studio 54
Not there no more
An addict dies
Skyscrapers rise
New York New York
All just talk

I drank the wine
From my lovers glass
And I secretly prayed
It wasn’t my last

She cleverly told me
I was still her friend
But in reality
It felt like the end

I put down my drink
And said my goodbye
Then noticed her tears
Why did she cry

I’m so very sorry
Was the words she exclaimed
Which led to a reawakening
As my passions inflamed

And then we made love
So beautiful and true
Then came those dreaded words
You know l don’t love you

Am I the possessed
Or am I the possession
Am I the jury
Or the court in full session
Am I the important letter
Or the stamp that makes it go
Am I the hardback book
Or the words that make it flow
Am I the shimmering sea
Or the fish that live below
Am I the clear blue sky
Or the sun that loves to glow
Am I the yellow daffodils
Or the honey made by the bee
Am I the fronting facade
Or am I just me

Beneath the clouds
All vegetable on the rocks
He resides
From human eyes

Large and still
And ignored by the gulls
Only seen by a few
Between dimensions old and new

Phantoms are not all human
Or hairy cats and dogs
Some dwell under the winds chorus
Like the ghost of the singing walrus

Often mistaken for the crashing waves
Heard by the sailors while at sea
The walrus bellows its beautiful sound
Like a waterfall hitting the ground

One day the walrus will find the light
And slip to somewhere new
But for now as the earth spins along
The walrus will forever sing it song

She had glasses
I had none
We talked a little
And then she was gone
Didn’t even catch her name
And she didn’t catch mine
But for those few brief hours
The world felt so fine
I could walk past her in the street
She could walk past me
Without the slightest recognition
Of a conversation we had at sea

A man isn’t really fussy
He’s generally just care free
A pair of jeans and a bobbled shirt
That usually does it for me
But some men are being taken over
Their creating dilemmas of their own
Trying on various eye piercing shirts
Then do nothing but tut and moan
Trying on a hundred pairs of shoes
Which seems pointless in my view
Because unless your born near Chernobyl
There’s only enough room for two
And then there’s the endless brylcream
All foaming and slightly wet crap
Slapping it down and shaping it up
I prefer water from out of a tap
Where’s the casual look gone
The look that’s says you just don’t care
That age old practice of the male species
Now replaced by what to wear

I walked through the shadows
Not all of them were death

I walked through angels
With bitterness in my breath

I walked through humanity
Confused of wrong and right

I walked through space
Like a star in the night

I walked through dream land
Crawling on hands and knees

I walked through dimensions
Looking for the keys

I walked through people
Feeling all their pain

I walked through myself
Hiding in the rain

I walked through nature
Buoyant and full of zest

I walked through peace
And laid myself to rest

I’m trying to write a poem
But nothing seems to come
Nothing seems to interest me
And nothing that interests some
Every time I write a line
It’s gone within a second
Cause I just can’t get a thought
This is harder than I reckoned
I mean I don’t declare myself a poet
It’s more a past time game
But even in this early hour
This hobby is getting lame
I’m going to go to sleep now
And dream some unique dreams
Maybe I’ll find some inspiration
Cause the dreamworld is strange it seems
Then tomorrow I’ll be ready
To jot down something nice
Something that touches the soul
Something with a bit of spice
I’m not expecting miracles
I’m not expecting big things
I’d just like to have an idea
So let’s see what the morning brings

We danced amongst the daffodils
And mingled with the scents
Our nostrils were strangely ambushed
By the flower garden through the fence
A timeless little treasure trove
All hidden behind the house
And then we played hide and seek
Using our cunning and all our nouse
I hid down on the river bank
Behind a large crooked tree
Listening to your heavy footsteps
As you playfully tried to find me
And then all became eerily silent
The smell of burning hung in the air
You had gone and completely disappeared
To a place I still don’t know where
Thirty years on from that day
I sit in my own wandering mind
Wondering who took you from me
To face the loneliness and hurt left behind
I never give up hope
A kindred spirit doesn't really leave
I’ll just keep my fingers crossed
And not allow myself to stop or believe

A knock at the door
And my friend answers
The ******* the doorstep simply blurts out
Can you tell Ian his pet shops flooded
My friend politely says tell him yourself
And she repeats it again
This time more manic
Can you tell Ian his pet shops flooded
So my fiend says again
Very politely I might add
She’ll have to tell him herself and again
Can you tell Ian his pet shops flooded
So he slams the door in her face
True story

With that jet black hair
I can't help but stare
Your ocean like eyes
Have the power to hypnotise
And that lovely velvet voice
Lifts me like a hoist
Beauty that’s never been
From a world I’ve never seen
And I hang on all your words
Like a cat blissfully purrs
Oh and how I dream to be eternally yours
Sailing my boat across your shores
I pray to god each and every day
That he’ll help me and pave the way
Cause you are my recurring dream
Like water flows through a stream
Your the sun shining in my sky
Keeping me happy and keeping me dry
I yearn to be your day and night
The part of you that brings delight
As the world around me crashes
Please pull me from the ashes
They say love is a funny thing
I do smile at the joy you bring
When you decide that’s it’s time to love anew
Please lift me from the front of the queue

There you go
My busy little one
Fluttering those wings
Under the sun

On slate on bark
And all manner of things
Chewing on samples
That nature aways brings

Consuming worms and seeds
Through soil and heather
Release those feathers
Whatever the weather

If we, as mere mortals, cannot grab the world
By its throat and correct it
Then how, do we
Expect our children to
Maybe if we changed ourselves
At the age that we are
Then our children will see
That anything is possible
That anything can change
That people can make things better
That happier times can come
Maybe if we changed ourselves

Throw the scraps out
So the rats can have a feast
Of fried chicken and cooked ham
A sausage roll from an infants pram
Left for dead on a flattened kerb
A turkey sandwich with a sprinkled herb
Hungry old foxes will eat

Throw the scraps out
For cats to smell
Donner meat and spindly chips
Jaffa orange all peel and pips
*** noodles and microwave meals
Caviar under BMW wheels
For birds to dine on

Throw the scraps out
Feed the mice
Corn on the cob with butter on top
Honey combs from a bees stop
Bird seed under a scarecrows smile
Cabbage and swede from the vegetable pile
For weasels to run away with

A fat lady comes and sits down
On a seat in my booth
She glares at me above her spectacles
Its a bit surreal to tell the truth

I turn and stare out the window
As she pulls out a large cream bun
And I slowly hear the uneducated sounds
Off it gliding in her mouth down to her tum

Then she throws her head back
Against the large upholstered seat
And as I notice her swelling belly
I wonder how she finds her feet

She starts to snore loudly
As I stifle a little giggle
Then she jerks a bit to quickly
Before slumping again with a wriggle

My mind races over time
Wondering where the hell she’s actually going
Falling asleep after devouring a cake
What tale am I not knowing

And then she talks unearthly
Shouting in her sleep
I hate that man, I hate that man
What secret does she keep

The train pulls into the platform
And this my last stop
But the fat lady just keeps on snoring
With her belly about to the pop

I’m bored of going out
People make me shout
I just love the daytime tv
A Greggs breakfast will do for me

It’s Eastenders night tonight
I hoping there'll be a fight
Or an affair that ends in a flurry
I’ll view it while eating a curry

Whilst pondering a thriller
I check myself in the mirror
And wonder why I’m fat
How has it come to that

It’s all since my mothers death
When the alcohol stopped her breath
Cause my father ran off with a ****
After he dumped us from his heart

Nighttime is when I start the tears
I’ve being doing this for years
I punch myself in the face
Look at me I’m a disgrace

No one gives a **** about me
I’m a nobody is all they see
Sod it a cake will make me feel good
Instead of sleeping as I normally would

I hate being a couch potato
But it’s really all I know
I dream of it every single day
To be a dancer in the royal ballet

It’s late and I really need to sleep
Not curled up in a flabby slumped heap
But this film has got me by the hook
Think ill sit down and have a little look

Who’d be a father or a mother today
In this world of encapsulating madness
Trying to wrestle your mind away
From the enigma
That is sons and daughters

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

From the day we’re born we’re in the club
Consuming yet eerily beautiful
A club that commands no fee
Where its expected for us to be dutiful
We appear the same in little ways
Yet are different in our own minds
A connection so strong and solid
With no escape one often finds
Cause this is the club called family
Of parents, sisters and brotherhood
All herded up like cows in a field
Bonded by DNA, bone and blood
Occasionally theres breaks in the chains
Where speaking becomes a chore
And while we avoid and keep our distance
Our love just burns forever more
No one really forgets each other
The heart just decides it’s hiding away
Until that moment along the road
Where it’s ready to come back and stay
This is because we’re family
Created from the same mould
Push and hurt anyone of us
And our fight will be big and bold
We all know where our bread is buttered
It’s the lessons we’ve learned together
From our first cuddle to our first row
We will always look after one another