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

A punch a kick and then the liquid
Running across my face
Repulsive saliva enters my mouth
It's not a pleasant taste
Laughing and cajoling
The footsteps creep away
From the crumpled heap below
My energy gone for the day
Like an apple thrown to the floor
I'm left battered and darkly bruised
This was a Neanderthals playtime
I'm glad I kept them amused
Buzzing sound of my mobile
Tentatively I let out a yelp
Tears roll down my cheeks
As I somehow utter help
I only wanted to go bowling
Nothing less or nothing more
But I encountered the wrong type of animal
Now I'm here bloodied and sore

On the banks of the Mississippi
She shelters from the rain
Her cardboard made fortress
Is protecting her again
Destitute for years
Magnolia grows on the sides
Steamboats sail the river
The ones she imagines she rides
Counting the reeds by the hour
Talking to her bourbon bottled friend
Relieving a thousand memories
That all went wrong in the end
Dressed in her mite infested clothes
Clutching a ***** bag
A childhood full of love
It's adulthood that's the drag
Evicted from her home
Left to perish by the state
She dream't of being a singer
But now it's all to late
Alabama to the east Mexico to the south
Places she wished she'd been
Never going to happen now though
For this luckless Mississippi Queen

The offices of Moore’s and Booths
Celebrate a hundred years together
Extortion and unholy blackmail
With a reputation for hell and leather
Mr Bartlow is the almighty pariah
Running a criminal show
Twelve of his deadly disciples
Follow wherever he may go
Like leech’s in a river
And mosquitos in the sun
They **** the nations blood dry
Then declare it to be fun

The birds are gracefully singing
A beautifully hypnotic song
On the branches high up outside
In their glorious angelic tongue

Slowly my eyes gently flicker
As the sun pokes it head through
Like it’s delivering a subtle message
Which says good morning from me to you

Time to rise and face the world
With all its challenges and usual mess
But the warmth cocooned in my quilt
Makes me want to even less

It’s Sunday the day of rest
And no urgency enters my brain
So slowly I turn and descend
Into the wilderness of dreams again

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

This ambling shambling
Trouble sampling man
Enters

Blows through you
And you family too
Now

To feed greed
Like a demon seed
Forever

Oh hells bells
This man smells
Bad

Mind says run son
Or he’s won
Quick

It was a beautiful old house
Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee
Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway
It was as picturesque as my eyes could see
Grass rolled down the banks
A gust of wind made the trees sway
The gardener gave me a curious smile
And his teeth showed neglecting decay
If he knew my full occupation
I bet he wouldn't be so polite
As I was a Scotland Yard detective
Investigating a ****** that happened in the night
The lady of the house opened the door
And her look was a sorrowful one
'Would you like some tea?', she asked
But I said just no as I wanted to crack on
I asked a series of questions
Then spoke with all the staff
They were still shocked about the ******
About the deadman found in the bath
After a tense and lengthy investigation
It seemed that it was jealous revenge
The culprit was a young servant
After discovering an affair he had to avenge
I won't forget the manor
And the beautiful falling leaves
Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit
That left misery as a family grieves

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

My cat has got a problem
She keeps hiding in my bed
Every time I pull back the covers
Shes cuddled next to ted

My mother says throw her out
But I haven’t got the heart
Especially in the rainy weather
I’m a just a soppy old ****

No I’ll let her creep in
And lie on top of the sheet
My partner isn’t too pleased though
When the cat licks her feet

My dog is lovely
I love my dog
Until it did a mess
On top of my bog
It didn’t say sorry
Which made me mad
So I did something
I know was bad
I took its *****
Not literally mind
And threw them out
Which wasn’t kind
That day I felt guilty
From my head to my feet
Maybe he didn’t mean to
Do a mess on my seat
So I went to the pet shop
And bought my dog a bone
Afterwards I shown him photos
On my iPhone
We were friends for a short time
Then he became a pest
But the final straw came last night
When he did a mess all over my chest

My friend missed his plane
Whilst holidaying in Rome
Stuck in a beautiful sun drenched city
But he just wanted to get home
Back to his job as a barman
Instead of walking the historic streets
Longing for the drone of an engine
And a kid kicking his seat
Maybe it’s because he wasn’t Italian
The language was too fast to understand
Or had he just got bored of pasta
Eat some pizza it fits in your hand
He gets another flight
And sits near the departure gate
I suppose one thing he’s learned though
Is he’s a fool who’s always late

The man in pale light
Transparent like a hologram
He stood

I blinked

Once

A thousand times

Of seeing the impossible and clear misunderstood

Why are you showing yourselves to me
Is it just cause you think you can
What message are you trying to relay to me
And why

Do I remind of a soul from your day

Do I look

Like a person

You once knew

Is limbo so cold and scary
Do feel you need to speak
Are you sins embedded so acutely
That you exist
A supernatural freak

Where have you gone
Who’s stole you fire
I’m not scared or falling to the floor

I just feel a sense of curiosity

As I turn

And head back home

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

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

Kisses on my face
All sloppy and wet
A dream of a man on the brink of waking
They are the best ones yet

A smile of a face
Full of beauty and fun
As the light comes through a tiny window
Made by the eternal sun

In a world of questions and chaos
I believe she was made for me
Through the pains and trials of social ills
Her radiance is a joy to see

Tough as old boots but made of heart
A reassurance wrapped in leather
I cross my fingers and long to believe
That we will always be together

What song today my boy
Van halen or the Who
Which song do you believe
Really interests you
What about the Beatles
Or the Stones or Carole King
Which song in the world
Would to you happiness bring
Maybe you like the Smiths
Or a little bit of the Jam
One of these songs I’m playing
Must make you give a ****
What about Motorhead
Or the Eagles playing a rift
That beautiful country sound
Just makes you slowly drift
What about Black Sabbath
Or Led Zeppelin turned up high
The magic of Jimmy Page
Well he almost makes me cry
I’m going to have to face it
My music taste has been given a knock
Cause the only sound you seem to hear
Is the ticking of the kitchen clock

I slowly open the window
And the air breezes in
A world I love to know
Now starts to begin

On the street I see the people
What stories they can tell
In the distance rises the steeple
Where the choir sings so well

To the left I see the paper shop
Mr Johnson has kept it ticking over
He sells anything from eggs to a mop
Just him and his dog named Rover

And to the right is the book store
Where literature springs to view
The day you open the door
Is the day you learn something new

Finally across the street from me
Is the pub named 'The Old Bell'
You should see the sights that I see
And the stories I too could tell

They stumble down the embankment
All bomber jackets and heavy boots
Shouting loud obscenities with venom
Swearing allegiance to the *******
The upbringing of a damaged world
And undisputed seeds of damaged minds

They hide in the shadows of the bridge
Terrified little boys clinging to each other
Poor unsuspecting victims of hatred
Innocent young hearts of a different belief
Praying to be safe and alive
Behind the sanctuary of a ***** old mattress

Displaying a rage so disturbing
As they stumble close to the waters edge
Throwing stones in menace
That cause ripples in the water
They laugh like tormented hyenas
Who terrorise animals in the wild

Hearts pounding underneath the rib cage
And sweat dripping from their brows
They huddle together in fear
Echoes of school bullies
And running for their lives down streets
Reverberate around their minds

Then a hand grabs quick
And a fist rains hard
Screams are stifled
As blood flows slowly into the river
And then silence
Accompanies the mattress as it floats away

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

Meet my neighbours
All wild and fiery
He’s intermittent
She’s just wiry
None of us speak
Not that I’m sad
Those habitual nutters
Have drove us mad
We’re decent people
I like to think
But even the sanest
Get pushed to the brink
I dream of waking
On a sunny day
And watching them slowly
Driving away
No words needed
I can read the sign
House for sale
That would do fine

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

Just a quick puff
And I don’t know why
I know it can **** me
I know I can die
The thin slender stick
Burning in my fingers
Creates an odour
That sticks and lingers
I watch its orange glow
Smouldering in my hand
It’s give a buzz like nothing else
Im like Columbus finding land
I know it a filthy habit
Addiction unforeseen
But god it gives me something
This thing called nicotine

Finally he opens the window
After hours of sun
I’m perspiring for fun
My clothes feel like my skin
We’re sardines in a tin
On this coach heading for Rome

Finally he opens the window
Under a sunroof closed on top
Our souls will possibly drop
On this hottest day of the year
Our suits it would appear
Have become blankets

Finally he opens the window
I think he’s having fun
As he’s killing us in the sun
Wearing his shirt and shorts
To a female he cavorts
While us mortals in seats do perish

Finally he opens the window
Now comes the disgrace
When his mouth on his moustached face
Puffs on a large cigar
It’s a punishment gone too far
A deed which is clearly illegal

Finally he opens the window
As our luggage slams on the floor
When he casually closes the door
And he’s choked us half to death
Leaving our bodies pretty much bereft
Of any life

Morning has reared it head
All birds and hot sweaty sun
I have left the land of the dead
For a moment

Dressed and shaven
Fulfilled with life
Scouring the subtle haven
Of my flat

Papers and toast with butter
Simplicity in its purest form
Words come along in a mutter
As I open my door

Cars and bikes fly past
Noises I am now accustomed to
Evanescent and buoyant to the last
The gate I open slowly

Trees awkwardly blow in the wind
Cracking and swaying in motion
Nature makes me regress and rescind
As I shamble along the street

Children deliriously play in bliss
Unaware that I have emerged
The world I could eagerly kiss
In a heartbeat

Factory gates appear like giants
Corroded and crumbling as one
This is the century for legends and defiants
One day I will be among them too

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

Champagne never tasted the same
As we watched the sunset wane
It circled and lit up the sea
Exposing just my lovely and me

Trawlers bobbed on the water
As I joked about how I’d caught her
All beautiful and full of light
On a cold December night

Then we both lay down in the sand
Smiling as she squeezed my hand
I told her she was the one for me
And she replied with you I feel free

A cool wind encompassed our skin
Sending shivers deep from within
Never had I felt so soothed
As she kissed me and the earth moved

The sea played its song into our ears
Making us forget all anxieties and fears
Laughing cause the beach was our own
Cherishing the fact we were alone

When the rain has ended
And the soil is soft and wet
I will remember my beautiful garden
The closest thing that I could get
To perfection on a scale
That I could never reach in life
Because the world is just to demanding
As it cuts you like a knife

Draining all your energy
And chipping away at your soul
Leaving you lost and empty
As you stare into a hole
Of despair and a bleak future
That doesn’t seem to end
Enclosing like a nightmare
Without love from a decent friend

Until I found my garden
Which ultimately found me
Calling me in for attention
As I planted my first tree
Then I turned over the soil
And watched the flowers grow
Such a feeling of overwhelming peace
Before the rain started to flow

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

Peace oh beautiful glorious peace
Given to folk for nothing
Given to folk for free
But do they appreciate it
No they don’t
They want noise
They want loudness
Take it while you can
Take the peace

I walk through the happiness as it falls like rain
Ignoring the sheet of shallowness
A wonderous feeling plays with my brain
Because no more am I waltzing in the hallowness
Many a time I have stood on the edge
And peered into a dark and murky abyss
Then I made myself a cast iron pledge
To only saunter amongst the joy and the bliss
Foolhardy or unrealistic it may appear
Calamitous and dangerous it can often seem
But everyone in this world can stop fear
Stamp on it, clean it up and make it gleam
Let a scream from your lungs ring out
Beat your chest in a defiant fashion
Things that once made you cry and shout
Have been replaced by a peaceful and undying passion

Poetry has to rhyme
No it doesn’t
That lie is just a crime
It’s meant to fixate
To inflate
The curious mind
The literate kind
Words in a verse
The gold in the purse
Of a creative person

Poetry has to rhyme
No it doesn’t
Your wrong this time
Its meant to uplift
To drift
Into a person thoughts
A charm of sorts
Letters in a line
All beautiful and fine
To read everyday

Pop goes the rubber cork
And the champers fizzes round the room
I recognise most of the faces
In this charade where morons loom
Tacky earrings swing in the wind
They wear high heels and sharp suits
False conversations and canned laughter
Gulping the pink stuff from thin slender flutes
'Do you like my bag'?
'It's Versace and I love the colour'
'Oh that's just gorgeous', says the high heel wearer
Can this conversation get any duller
'My Ferrari needs a service'
A ***** decides to speak
'My daddy has a friend in the business'
My brain begins to creak
Can't stand anymore of this *******
It's time for me to go home alone
My face just doesn't fit here
Cause its real and it's all my own

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

Pitter-a-patter
I hear it scatter
Rain in my brain
Poured down from a cloud
Revealing its presence
Nice and loud
I toss in my bed
Thinking about tomorrow
About it hitting my head
When will it stop
And will I eventually hear
The final rain drop
Pitter-a-patter
The liquid matter
As rain comes down again

In the gutters stir the rats
Black as the night and fat as cats
Running through gardens
With no beg your pardons

Feeding on the debris folk leave behind
Like half eaten chicken legs and bacon rind
Vermin that camouflage in with the night
Aimless minds with no plan in sight

Through tunnels all dark and over flowing
With excrement that’s shows no signs of slowing
Long noses and curling whip like tails
Who is it who puts the wind in your sails

Misunderstood? A nasty creation
Is it true your the devils relation
In the shadows the rats like to roam
Through the grime and filth they believe to be home

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

Strong so strong
They go where they belong
They howl in the night
Like wolves in the fight
They’re world unpinned
By minds that sinned
Not what they appear
Silent with the fear
Unbalanced from the womb
One foot in a tomb
Disturbing a nation
Like a Lovecraft creation
Adore what the world hates
Those loathsome reprobates

I’ve seen this before
A long long time ago
But I’ll watch it anyway
Cause I like it
Word for word
Scene for scene
And that bit where that happens
Brilliant

I’ve not seen this one
But everyone else has
So I’m pleased I’m watching it
Cause I missed it
First time round
Whilst at work
When all the world discussed it
Frustrating

I’ve forgot about this one
It just escaped my mind
Which isn’t like me
I usually remember everything
Especially funny episodes
Which make me laugh
And pull me in
Thankful

I didn’t like this one
It was pretty crap
Even for me
And I’m quite tolerant
But I’ll watch it again
Cause it seems better now
And I’m enjoying it more
Re-runs

Hammer and chisel
Dust and spittle
Break and feel free
To remake me

Hammer and chisel
Dust and spittle
Take down the walls
And relight my halls

Hammer and chisel
Dust and spittle
Repair with care
And I’ll get there

Hammer and chisel
Dust and spittle
Repaint the blue
Make me feel new

Hammer and chisel
Dust and spittle
Nail up a sign
That reads I’m fine

Keep on walking
Faster, a little faster
Speed up your walking
Don’t look back
I dread a terrible disaster

Let’s start now to sprint
Quicker, much, much quicker
Run on your little limbs
Don’t look back
He’s coming stinking of liquor

We need to hide ourselves now
Don’t dawdle, please don’t slow
Find a safe place to perch
Don’t look back
The devil behind us will know

Be quiet and don’t speak
No shuffling, no rustling the ground
I think we may safe
Don’t look back
Pray to god we won’t be found

A world away but I can touch it
As reality seems to detach
When the soul just wants to come back
But it seems so hard to card
Breath as hard as you can
And have your loved ones near

***** words on colourful cards
Sausages and fruit with a **** core
Humourous lines and ****** remarks
That your parents enjoyed even more
Fathers would stand and laugh out loud
Mothers would smirk and tut
Kids would try to see the joke
That the makers had saucily put
In seaside towns on twisted racks
Rude and crude and funny
Sent back home to the family
At the expense of a little bit of money
Hilarious designs to shock
****** jokes for a laugh
Postcards that men wanted
Amusing but equally just naff

Kids huddle in the corridors
In the staff room they hide in shells
The teachers who don't like children
Preferring stale sweat and coffee smells
In the classrooms they run riot
With rulers books and pens
Everybody's a target for trouble
Particularly the kids without friends
There's always a classroom bully
No brains and the charisma of a slug
But the girls just love a Neanderthal
Who's nothing more than a ****
Then ofcourse there's the crackpot joker
Protected by madness and dry wit
Always avoiding the troubles
He's the candle that always stays lit
A posse of the beautiful ladies
Flaunt around the painted halls
Lipstick perfume and mothers mascara
While the hair flows like Niagra Falls
And finally the come the sportsmen
Who tower over the rest
They take physical activity so seriously
Cause they just want to be the best
A mention for the headmasters favourites
Who sit secretly in the armchair at home
Parents believe they're learning academics
But they watch This Morning and go for a roam
It makes you or it breaks you
The job that makes you cool or a fool
Nowhere to run in education
The nature of the beast that we call school

Pencil, rubber, ruler and pen
Across the grass
And we’re here again

Teachers, preachers and crazy creatures
Ageing buildings
With crooked features

Gym, showers and trampoline
The smell of coffee
And nicotine

Ties, blazers, bags and shoes
A gas explosion
Making the news

Smart, dumb, bully or fool
Mushed together
Make a school

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

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

It was loud and scary and angry but I loved it
It was violent and dangerous and ***** but I loved it
The singer talked bile and the bass player was vile but I loved it
The drummer was fierce and the lead guitarist was snarling but I loved it
Around me was filth
Around me was mess
Around me was violence
But I loved it
I saw horrible things
I smelt horrible things
I heard horrible things
But I loved it
They were bad they were wild they were clumsy they were disturbing but I loved it

Whilst drinking
I wasn’t thinking
And I pulled out a rocket
Made of anger and self loathing
Wrapped up in childish clothing
Then just released it into the room

It flew into the faces
Of the innocents in their places
Which was wrong
I felt instant twinges of regret
But I wasn’t finished yet
As I swore and hit and cursed

A fool resides in here
His guilt is all too clear
The wallowing never stops
A conscience he must regain
That is floating in the rain
Before it gets washed away