Coughing and laughing
In the mouth and out the mouth
******* the stick fast and slow
Smokers of the world I understand you  
Don’t feel shame and don’t feel bad
Cause you feel you smoke to cope
It’s not all about that really
It’s a pleasure and a release
A fun tool when in company
Yes it can still **** and **** it still can
But treat it with moderation
Don’t abuse its powerful pull
Just treat it like a friend
Don’t have sixty cause that’s just greed
Certainly don’t have eighty
Cause your wallets will bleed
Just have maybe two
And when in company maybe five or four
Smoking isn’t a curse
Or a society nuisance
It’s just life and it’s furniture
Nothing more and nothing less

A whistle in the alley way
and high heels clicking on the stone
Succumbing to loathing
In the catacombs
Of a lonely old city

Shouting in the lift
As it careers up the shaft
Corrosive attitude shown
In the metallic box
Operating in a filthy forgotten town

Substances consumed for joy
As they wander perilously
Vitriolic language unrecognised
In the bus shelters
Upright in a cold unabashed eve

Violence penetrating the cobbles
Spouting from drunken filters
Vessels of deranged humans
In the public houses
Loud like thunder in the greyness

Blue and in a ball
Just visible in the light
My patterned little feet friends
Have rested for the night

Warm and comfy and enticing
Before becoming spherical and a little curled
They now resemble a colourful grenade
Or the enchanting sight of a chrysalis shielding a butterfly from the world

Not a pleasant odour mind
Full of deceased skin and pungent sweat
These pillars of the fashion community
Are the nicest pair yet

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

In anger I drew a picture
Of an injustice that never was
Through blinkered eyes
And heavy sighs
I kept believing it’s because…

But in a fleeting moment
A deep reflection rose again
Through meandering thought
And emerging shame
As the realistic entered my brain

It’s hard to say your sorry
Much harder to say your wrong
So through clear thinking
And a self cleansing
You accept you’ve been stupid all along

Call my name while you sleep
And I will lend my ear
Talk to me in your dreams
I will hear you loud and clear
Cause I am still around
All your troubles I can see
Yes I do listen to your prayers
So please carry on speaking to me
My body has now gone
Physicality exists no more
But the soul lingers for ever
Of that you can be sure
The chills that you often feel
Or the creaks you hear at night
Its just me dropping by
To let you know that I'm alright
I see happiness on the horizon
It's been cleared from high above
So rest your weary mind
Cause I'm still here with you my love

We chase it we chase it
The car going fast
The cackle of delinquent
Hangs in the air
And we know it’s there
Across the grass it goes
Leaving holes in the soil
A wicked excitement follows
Then boom it’s on fire
From roof to tyre
Squeals of delight
Feeling of sadness
A persons pride and joy
The tool thats goes from A to B
Up in smoke like a firework set free

Why did I fall asleep
Slips the thought into my brain
I need to calm myself down
No tequila for me again
Where did the beach go
It's so silent and serene
Adrift in the Mediterranean Sea
With the bluest sky I've ever seen
I only dropped off for a second
And now I'm floating away
The waters nice and calm though
It's nice to watch the waves sway
What's that in the distance
It's triangular and dark
Oh no looks like a fin
It appears to be a shark
My watch says eleven forty
I hope it doesn't fancy brunch
Now where has it disappeared to
Can't see it no.....CRUNCH

I’m tough I’m gruff
A little bit rough
And my name on the street
Is beryl

I’m Great I’m a mate
A little bit late
But the word on the beat
Is I’m mad

I’m young I’m well hung
A little bit tongue
When I speak they say
Please be quiet

I’m a drip with a lip
With pants below my hip
All the girls swoon
When they see my friend

I’m a lover I’m your brother
I fancy your mother
My voice is getting dull
I’m off now see you around

Guns, guns
Like the Wild West
The boy runs around
In a ***** vest
Shooting water
Like Al Capone
He has no help
He’s all alone
Past the church
And down the streets
The urban warrior
With heart beats
Angel child
Diamond rough
These chiselled bricks
Have made him tough
Suburban angel
Boy of man
Shows the zest
Of Peter Pan

Summers here
Everyone cheer
Water fights
Warmer nights
Fans spinning
Children grinning
All in the midst of summer

Parks heaving
Plants breathing
Bins stinking
Beer drinking
Skys clear
Funs here
All in the midst of summer

Sun cream
Lovers dream
Ice cream cones
Hot stones
Barbecue chicken
Ice lolly licking
All in the midst of summer

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

Dipping and bobbing and caressing the waves
Wriggling like human fish
A sensation my body craves
Cold and wet like a slobbering fool
My skin gets tickled
In the swimming pool
Silent and glorious and totally pain free
Thinking of nothing
Just my brain and me
Lucid and clear and totally aquatic
The frothy deep blue
Makes me feel all ecstatic
Refreshed and clean with confidence brimming
How I love to partake
In a touch of beautiful swimming

Isn’t it random
The bike called a tandem

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

Brush my teeth
Go to work
Come back home
Go berserk
Smash the plates
Kick the cat
Order food
I’m feeling fat
Watch the news
Death and despair
It’s de-ja-vu
I’m already there

***** old harbour where the boats moor
And the locals idly wander by
I sit with my easel on the grass
And stare into the sky
The splash of paint on canvas
Makes me complete in my soul
Majestic colours above me
A clear blue day brings me to extol
The gesticulation between the boat men
As they cast they're nets into the deep
Makes me fill with awe and wonder
At the secrets they have to keep
Ripples glide along the water
And my brush captures the sight
Then I rest myself back down again
To watch the waves in white
I stand and stretch my arms
While above birds fly in a V
I contemplate where to go next
Somewhere beautiful somewhere free

The red crimson liquid splatters onto the leather upholstery
As the gleaming machine passes through the crowd in the sun
Remember this day November 22nd 1963
As the day America stood still
Oh and how the ladies are howling
And the children cling to their mothers hands
Crying not at the sight of death but rather at the noise
Men fall to the floor in fear dreading another shot
As the zapruder films, one shot, two shots, dead
Pandemonium, chaos, no one really knows what to do
The cars eerily carry on driving along
The president of America John F Kennedy
Has been assassinated today

The sun doesn’t match your beauty
The wind can’t change your face
The seas will rise to greet you
As you wander with poise and such grace

The world will revel in your company
The birds will follow as you laugh
The chime of a million heartbeats
Smother you like bubbles in a bath

The men find their legs have left them
The women all copy as you go
The smell of your hypnotic perfume
Is like an arrow fired from Cupid’s bow

I love the British weather especially the sun
But I really can't stand the rain
And I love the smell of fish and chips
It just meddles with my brain

I love the coasts that we possess
Even the Blackpool shore
And to see the way my children play
Makes me love them even more

I love the nitty gritty of politics
Although I'm not to keen on the tories
Their quite happy to cut this and that
Amongst their sordid stories

I love our sporting culture
But I can take or leave the glamorous WAGS
All bling and silly makeup
And the nice Gucci bags

I love our capital London
Especially Leicester Square
Don't understand our Queen though
With her funny little stare

And finally I love the nature
From the Hebrides to John O groats
Where the people are very rural
As they tend to their pigs and goats

A fire raged in the darkness that resembled a postcard sent from hell
It was destroying the once beautiful vision that was the old town Carousel
Large striking white horses that in the past stood like angels in the night
Were all now fiercely burning as they cast an eerie sight
The smell of the charred wood and the plume of ash in the air
Left a tearjerking memory to the workers on the fair
A disturbing insight into mindlessness certain people possess
The flames rose in the air caused by those who couldn’t care less
Blistering heat was getting stronger with every hour that past
The sounds of loud sirens finally filled the air at last
Gone was the wonderful paintwork resembling times gone by
Now there were black patches that made the ancients cry
What now for the old Carousel?
With so many stories yet to tell

Like a dragons breath upon a sleepy village
Imperious, loathing and full of hate
The black and suffocating evil smoke
Floods effortlessly under the garden gate
Screams of the past roar and echo
With every flame that lights up the sky
A thousand memories slowly fade way
Into the world that imprisons all that die
Between the falling beams and shimmering glass
Lonely souls see an end to their isolation
The rut they’ve all shared in endless limbo
Now erodes and brings thankful salvation
They silently weave through the alive and now
Who omit sweat and wear human skin
This was the street where they once walked
As they await a new chapter to begin
The house burns ablaze like a furnace
Like witches the ancients made the people loathe
A fallen beauty once of majestic dwelling
The house that lived along Cedar Grove

I sneak into the Capsule
Carefully and without sound
And enter the glowing niche
When nobody is around
I'm transported back in time
Away from 2190 where I dwell
And I see what life was like
On my planet before it fell
I see Dinosaurs and cavemen
Then Vikings and the plague
Caesar and the moon landings
Which look blurred and very vague
A Great Wall being built
While another one comes down
A fair maiden holding a torch
Above her elegant crown
Two wars that spanned the world
And two towers that fell so quickly
The reason for this happening
Leaves me cold and feeling sickly
And as the images start to flicker
I manage to see two more things
A princess who died so tragically
Then a bluebird as she's sings
I leave the capsule drained
Due to the overload on my brain
Tired but thankful for tomorrow
When I will view my past again

Across the water she sits so proud
With a moat made of clear blue sea
And as darkness engulfs the cloud
She looks magnificent and free
The ghosts of centuries gone by
Return to their rightful abode
They form shadows when they die
As they re-enact the days of old
Locals still like to tell the stories
Of the King who isn't at peace
Trying to find his past glories
Not realising he's long deceased
And the jester who's clowns around
With a laugh that's somehow hypnotic
He slipped in the rocks and drown
In a time when his life was chaotic
When the sun rises from the waves
It brings tourists wanting to know
Of the history this beauty now saves
As its legend continues to grow

Shimmering crystals dwarf me
Echoes repeat my name
In this chasm of the light
The world doesn't seem the same
Beautiful solid structures
Watch me from up high
I swear I see them smiling
I swear I see them cry
Why do they want me close
Am I a victim in their lair
Do they intend to tangle me up
When they cajole with that icy stare
This is how I imagine heaven
So quiet and deathly still
Yet the real sense of protection
Keeps me here at will
I know I have to leave soon
The curator will give me a shove
Just one more second to rejoice
In this temple of real love

Sat on the pew as a boy
My hand brushed the formica underneath
Holding the hymn book like it was a toy
I bit it with my small stubbly teeth
Mother tapped me forcefully on the shoulder
And I shirked at her disapproving frown
It's only now as I become a lot older
That I realise I was behaving like a clown
The priest in all his glory spoke high from the holy table
And I yawned as my father gave me a look
Whispering to my mother ‘the boys unstable’
His bony fingers took away the heavy book
The old lady started playing the tune
So we all stood to sing a hymn
Hoping the droning would finish soon
I thought should I sing but the chances were slim
The old lady with a wrinkly grin
Waved the collection tin in my face
Mother passed some coins that I dropped in
And then we left the cold hallowed place

I run through the courtyard
Sweat dripping from my brow
Gaining a strong momentum
For the here and the now
My mother and my father have gone
Through love and trivial means
I am left alone with no one
Just the worldly possession of five soya beans
A guard stops me in haste
Why do you run so fast?
His bitterness I can taste
The heart has dropped half mast
My parentage has eloped into the night
To find a new place to be
They detested me at first sight
My release has set them free
And now I'm scared of the walls
I have no abode to dwell
Please let me sleep under the stalls
Of this engulfing Citadel

The city
Where a young girl dons a white painted face
Gothic and scary
Black boots and lace

The city
Where tramps drink in doorways
Cider and whiskey
Spreading it four ways

The city
Where black cabs wait in queues
And the drivers laugh and joke
While debating the news

The city
Where the Chinese have their town
Beautifully eastern archway
Leads to restaurants where people sit down

The city
Where the town hall looks imperious
As the suited and important workers
Mill around looking serious

The city
Where boys meet different boys
The girls meet different girls
All beautiful and full of noise

The city
Where the pubs are big and bold
Wine bars are full of lawyers
And casinos offer you gold

The city
A place I love to go to
It’s affluent while still historic
The place where everyone knows you

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

The rocks gather and battle the sea
Pebbles laze on the beach
Seaweed slinks over the sand
While the seagulls fly out of reach
A dog runs after a soft fluffy ball
Her owner shouts a command
Children exuberantly chase each other
A couple walk together hand in hand
Steps lead up to the old theatre
A beautiful testament to this town
Dj's and comedy night posters
Let this tiny little Art house down
The old lighthouse in the distance
Guards over the marauding tides
North East South and West
Spreads out on all sides
Never will I ever leave here
I would be lost and all at sea
God put the roots down for my happiness
And it is where I shall always be

Stumbling onto the hot dusty floor
The cruel sand stops my pace
As I turn to see my adversary
The gladiator without a face
He raises his sword swiftly
My eyes blink at the sun fuelled sky
I roll away from the ****** of air
The blade lands but I don't die
Jumping to my feet with gusto
And running away from my foe
I can his heart is struggling
The armour is making him slow
Looking down from the stands
Are the pagan emperor and his son
They want my blood to spill
But they know I've already won
The gladiator slumps to the ground
He's tired and lies down for a rest
So I carefully take his sword
And ram it through his chest
The gates of the arena open
My hand is lifted above my head
Freedom is now the prize
To the slave who should be dead

Dance into the moonlight
Make noise with the wine
Flirt seductively with the night
But always leave the door open for me

Mingle joyously through the crowd
Keep your mind away from trouble
And the shadows that begin to shroud
Then leave the door open for me

Your head will get weary and dull
And you limbs will feel lose and weak
Thoughts will creep and pull
Please leave the door open for me

Cause I am the conscience
A logical in a world of mad
I choose to ignore all the nonsense
Always leave the door open for me

The dancing butterflies
See how they fly
Like a scene from Swan Lake
Like birds in the sky
Skimming over grass
And twisting through the tress
Beautiful butterflies full of love
Beautiful butterflies in the breeze
Majestic and mesmerising
Enjoying their little chase
A smile at their wonder
A smile on my face
Do they weave in anger
Are they at war in flight
Is it just a friendly game
Is it love at first sight
The dancing butterflies
Racing around in the heat
I’m gripped in utter fascination
I’m gripped firmly to my seat

Through the worm infested wood
And bales of smoky hay
I watch the lady dance
She sways like the ocean
As her arms like to play
Eyes closed so solitude is assured
I'm mesmerised by her grace
Porcelain coloured skin with blue crystal eyes
Covered by the fairest locks of hair
Beauty radiants from her gentle looking face
And I don't know what she's dancing to
Some gentle and soothing songs
In a world only she sees
To music only she hears
It's a lone party where only she really belongs
I wish I could enter that place
Just for a second of one day
We could dance in motion together
Be it as friends be it as lovers
I want us both to hear the music play

Angry angry angry
Smother the drifting light
Blanket blanket blanket
I am here and I am the night
Creep creep creep
Into rooms and across sky
Fear fear fear
I am here with the purpose to fright
Hide hide hide
Away into any nook and cranny
Listen listen listen
I've emerged as the time is right
Stop stop stop
It blinds me something rotten
Leave leave leave
The sun has won the fight

I woke up this morning to a very different day
The sun up in the sky had left and gone away
Birds were no longer singing outside in the trees
I suddenly felt tearful as I dropped to my knees

Gone was my yawn and waking morning sigh
A smile seemed non existent so I didn’t even try
I never saw it coming and couldn’t even prepare
For the change in my head what was lying there.
.
Shivers ran up and down like the winter frost
As I swam frantically in the ocean of the lost
It made me sad and devoid of all my feeling
So I looked up and just studied the celling.

The cosy mattress now became my new home
My stagnant imprint embedded into its foam
It ****** me down into its spongy bowels
I folded myself over like warm woolly towels.

I needed to rise and slap on my happy face
So I could wade deceivingly at a nice calm pace
I worried about the state of my humanity
Scared of bordering on the edges of insanity.

I debated whether to over eat or get blind drunk
Whether to sleep or smoke some bad skunk
But I slowly curled up into a ball as feared
On the day my mind disappeared.

Forget the sharp black horns
Or the points of the blood red fork
The frightening red skinned monster
Is defying the angels talk

Cause the devil has changed its image
He's found a new way to win
Creeping into human vessels
That succumb and let him in

Gratuitous acts of violence
Generated by his wicked untruth
With engine, gun or knife
Gloriously delivering us prove

Lurking in the civilian shadows
Waiting for the time of attack
This world now has a new danger
It's the devil that wears the backpack

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 boat
A boat sails
A boat sails in
A boat sails in slowly
A boat sails in slowly to the docks
A boat sails crates full of bananas
A boat sails crates full
A boat sails crates
A boat sails
A boat
                                             The dock
                                      The dock fills
                                 The dock fills up
                   The dock fills up quickly
The dock fills up quickly with boats
A sailor eats oranges whole for fun
              A sailor eats oranges whole
                         A sailor eats oranges
                                        A sailor eats
                                                A sailor

She said I had a double
Staying in room 242
I saw him at the Manchester Hilton
And he looked just like you
He wore the same casual clothing
And carried the same silly smile
I had to pinch myself she said
As it unnerved me for a little while
You must go and find him
See the truth for yourself
Nobody can look so alike
A doppelgänger is bad for your health
So I waited outside the entrance
Nervous wasn't the word
Was it just wild exaggeration
Or did he really look like I'd heard
And sure enough I spotted him
Yes it couldn't be denied
But don't ever meet your doppelgänger
As I had a heart attack and died

In the stillness of night
The beams of the moonlight
Scorch the marble floor
Amidst the creaking of a door
As this old house breathes again

Curtains blow up high
Causing dust to live and fly
Like pores from human skin
Then a can made of tin
Rolls through the medium of the wind

Cats meow in the air
A chorus of I don’t care
Crooked floorboards talk so loud
The moon hides behind a cloud
Plunging the house into total darkness

Then slowly the clock turns back
To when silence leads the attack
Again the darkness fights the light
In a battle with the night
For control of this dormant house

The sea and the sky combine
To form an oil painting in my mind
As the fluffiness of sleep encircles
And traps me to my bed
Through the semi conscious world I wander
Shoeless across surreal plains
Never quite getting to grips
With the surroundings I’m submerged inside
I somehow know it’s not real
Yet it feels like I should be here
The beautiful colours and strange images
Are magical yet misshapen in view

I snook through the window and settled on the floor
A cold icy draft floated under the door
Footsteps walked above me and voices talked in the night
Fear became my ally as I anticipated a fright
I edged to the stairs and climbed them one by one
It appeared the ghosts of yesterday wanted me gone
On a dark landing a light shone up ahead
The reality of seeing spooks was filling me with dread
I creaked open the door and the light illuminated my eyes
Rumours say unhappiness means the spirit never dies
The room was cold and empty as dust hung in the air
These phantoms were playing games and I was trapped in their lair
Walking to the stairs my chest began to feel tight
At the bottom of the stairwell stood a girl all in white
I woke on the garden lawn wriggling in pain
From that day onwards I was never the same again

The Enigma of the second earth
Hiding alive under foaming waves
Where dolphins sing in harmony
And ***** tap tap their claws
Ships hide derelict under darkness
Hills reach up but don’t touch the top
Giants unseen by the naked eye roam
The reeds slither and wriggle playfully
Deep dark black water
The enigma of the second earth

The eve of trepidation has arrived
As the train pulls away from the station
I fidget with my bristly eye brow
And say goodbye to my decaying nation
Onto pastures new for me
Praying this sojourn lasts for longer
The view of the beautiful countryside
Leaves me transfixed in awe and wonder
The ticket inspector arrives
And clips my pass of gold
He wishes me a good day
Which it is if truth be told
I can't wait to climb the mountains
Or walk through the rugged pass
See a show at the theatre
Maybe meet a pretty lass
One day I will have to return
My hearts tells this deep down
The thought of this makes me weep
As I don't yearn for my old troubled town

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

Why do you bug me
Hanging round my house
I hear the monotone buzzing
Quite frequently
My house is clean
As it should be
But their you go again
Causing a nuisance
Just make your way outside
Leave me in peace
Your fervent pestering
Is draining
The rooms aren't colourful
Through a flys black and white eyes
What keeps you soaring
Is it boredom
Windows are now open
And the sun is shining in
Take your throbbing wings
And leave

The cherries roll around and around
The bell shows it face
Three of them and your in the money
There will be coins flying all over the place

Press the hold button and press it quick
Cause the grapes are worth a score
And then the machine starts being a swine
It doesn’t love you anymore

The bell is back and looking strong
The bars are showing a bit
And again the machine takes your cash
Why is it being a ****

It’s being like this for the simple reason
It’s a machine without a heart
All it wants is your well earned money
Your wages will do for a start

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

Over the causeway
You clutched my hand
Then came your story
About a giant that swam in the moonlight
Hands like tree stumps
And arms as long as streetlights
Split through the waves
Whilst his head bobbed like the rock of Gibraltar
Then he'd sit on the stones
Mind deep in thought
Thinking of a forgotten fabled family
Where did he come from
Cause he wasn't from the sea
Although his lungs were big
He hadn't dropped from the sky
Wings didn't protrude from his back
So where did he come from then?
I asked her spellbound
But alas she didn't know
A mystery and a legend and forever he will remain
The giant that swam in the moonlight