Way down deep
In the lower regions of earth
Lies a very ancient monster
Awaiting its rebirth
It’s skin all jagged and cracked
With teeth all withered and redundant
The lair it’s resides in is disturbed
Making its uprising more abundant
The drills are digging deeper
Smashing through water and ice
Anger is raging inside it
It’s revenge will not be nice
Banished by gods own hands
A demon that polluted the waves
Killing anything put before him
Destruction is the vice that he craves
Boats shake upon the water
Scientific minds with puzzled stares
Fear strikes all the crew men
As it’s them that the beast ensnares
Leave alone my beautiful ocean
Your curiosity has now set me free
Gigantic is it’s form as it rises
Surging out of the deep blue sea
Beware the angry serpent
Stay away from the waters so deep
Turn back while time allows you
And just hope that the monster falls back to sleep

Today’s the day
For me to go
Down to the place
Of the puppet show
Where the seagulls fly
Over cragged rocks
And in the distance
A boat docks
The wind whistles
Across the land
Whilst the sand and sea
Takes my hand
A sweet smell of candy floss
Fills my nose
And hotdog ketchup
Reddens my clothes
The children scream
On the looping ride
What a day I’ve having
At the seaside

Like a trumpet in full song
The noise she roared
Floating in the air
From the nostril to my door
I don’t blame the vessel
All tucked up asleep
I blame the creator
Whoever that may be
A tip for the unlucky listener
Try to fall asleep first
Otherwise suffer the fate
Of the sleep depriving snore

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 smell the sun as he creeps around
Lighting my rooms and hurting my eyes
The flowers welcome him
And the birds fly to him
Through the warming air where the clouds rise

I feel the sun as she heats my skin
With prongs that casually burn
The rivers fear her
And the windows absorb her
Whilst winter awaits it’s turn

I watch the sun rising up
Flooding the sky with yellow
The air swims around him
And the planes fly beneath him
As he brightly says hello

I see a tabby cat at the bottom of my garden
And I wonder why it’s there
As the news gets bleaker
And the world gets weaker
I see it and just like to stare

I’ve seen the tabby cat everyday this week
And I wonder why it’s around
While the news is getting me down
And it’s forcing me to frown
It just lies down on the ground

Today I didn’t see the tabby cat
I didn’t see it in the grass
As the world keeps on dying
It was stopping me from crying
That friend I was seeing through my glass

Leaves glide slowly into the air then fall
Onto the smooth stone steps of the market place
In this quiet little corner of the world
Where everyone knows your face
This is the town, my town
My parents encourage realism
In this complex town they built
Sheltering me from the lurid past
And the blood that has been spilt
This is the town, my town
We still believe in Angels and Fairies
But talk of the past is forbidden
They say somethings are best forgotten
The more I ask the more
gets hidden
This is the town, my town
Did my ancestors and parents do something evil
Has conspiracy rotted away their soul
One day I will find out the truth
Who's life and memories have they stole
In this town, my town

From my window I see it daily
All withered and tangled in a mess
Its leaves have a long time fallen
Now a spectical so hard to digest
Through the rain I watch it stand
No friends no companion no life
Beautiful yet utterly haunting
Bark all broken by pen and by knife
Theres a nest sitting in the branches
The more I look the more I smile
A tree has now gained some purpose
For years or maybe for a little while
And then a thought enters my head
Which only time can let us see
Will I watch it crash and tumble
Or is that tree going to out live me

The light peaks through the branches
As they twist and turn and bend
Embracing each other gently
Like a hug between two old friends
A bird flys into it nest
Where its young wait to be fed
It drops down the wriggling worms
With a bend of its feathery head
A window opens behind the leaves
And a baby cries into the air
The soothing process is heard
By a mother and father who care
The squirrel bobs and weaves
Along the bark that it loves
You just have to look and marvel
As what nature is giving to us

On the bench of tranquility
I rest my weary bones
With drinking vessel in pocket
The wind she gently groans
Hankering for conversation
Into a slumber I start to drift
Blue sky filters my pupils
As my vision begins to shift
I'm dreaming of daffodils
A lump shapes in my throat
The pain pierces my chest
And my soul lifts and floats
Soaring over the fields
Ducking under the bridge
Unnatural supernatural pulling
Takes me into the ridge
There I see a miracle
A lady shrouded in white
She beckons me to come forward
And tells me to enter the light

A vessel borne from wisdom
Fit to sail the high torrid seas
A crew of vagabonds and heroes
From South America and the Pyrenees
Guided by the Captain Sir George the fifth
Set sail across the treacherous Atlantic pond
A message comes from the crows nest
An island east where the coast line stretches at the front and beyond
Moored up on the sand
The rusty anchor drops into the blue
The Captain demands exploration
From his uneducated but loyal crew
A vast Island of cliffs and sand
Where the trees touch the blue diamond sky
Etched into rocks are the tribal marking
Saying 'No further or you will die'
Captured by the natives
And slain one by one
A voyage of discovery abolished
Under the eyes of the blistering sun

Wind leave the houses
Wind leave the trees
Wind leave the rivers
Concentrate on the seas

Wind don’t hit the rooftops
Wind don’t hit the gate
Wind don’t hit the tram lines
Your going to make me late

Wind stop shaking my car
Wind stop shaking my house
Wind stop shaking my little cat
It has to catch a mouse

Wind are you not tired
Wind are you stopping soon
Wind are you taking the proverbial’s
I’ll just emigrate to the moon

The eye of a newt
And the tongue of a man
A cauldron bubbles
To a witches plan
Venom of a snake
Tarantula fang
The odourless liquid
Erupts with a bang
Lavicious old hag
Cackles in the dark
In goes a nettle
And the fin of a shark
"Blood of the white worms skin"
"Shape into a poison dart"
"Release from the gates of hell"
"Fire into the putrid heart"
The incantation performed
A spell so potent in dread
Away from the witches circle
The knight now lies dead

I was gripped by a wild frenzied fear
Twisting through my flesh
Digging around my bones
Tingling my skin
Blood shot come my eyeballs
As the beast entered within

A solitary walk on the empty moors
When the howl echoed the night
And then the piercing growl
Through dense smothering fog
Something unearthly lived
That was no ordinary dog

It knocked me down
Onto the wet slippery grass
The putrid breath in my face
And the devil red eyes
That ****** themselves into my soul
Plotting my demise

Bang went the shotgun
Loud and full of life
I laughed from my stomach
A laugh of joy
Then cried as I turned
To see the naked boy

There’s a world in my head
Where I go when I feel dead
In this world I take control
And take back the emotions stole
I feel happy in my shape
A boy with a means of escape
A solider feeling refined
Power undefined
Telling the world to go to hell
That’s the nice version as well
Cause this is the coping device
The world I like to entice

Today I watched the world
Rolling along like an applecart
Every apple that fell to the floor
Resembled a part of me
Many were ripe and full of life
While some were small and colourless
And as the cart bobbled along
Its wheels seemed to lift
Then fall to the ground
Like my soul frequently does
When I think of my existence
But then the cart gets faster
And the apples seem sturdier
They don’t fall down as much
Seeming to acceptance the rocky road
Till finally they’re settled
Nicely snuggled together
Making me smile and believe
That the world isn’t as bad as it seems

Silently they come from over the hill
Complex and challenging when eyes are still
Love, ******, horror and more
Exploding in your head through the minds open door
Some urge you awake til you're frightened, with pounding heart
Whilst others happily gain interest right from the start
Locked up images, your thoughts and desires
Being pulled along by the minds little wires
Exciting adventures and dangerous deeds
Or scary images from the cranium seeds
As day break prevails and light kills the dark
The sleeping tales still seem so real, so clear and so stark
They're laid bare to rest in the vault in your head
Ready for the night when your head hits the bed

Always in a hurry
Like a butchers knife
Cutting through life
The world is in a hurry

Why don’t we just slow down
Don’t treat your time
Like it’s bad or a crime
Just try and slow down

Take a step back
And breath in it
For more than a minute
Time now to step back

They say poetry is dead
Like a pencil without any lead
They say nobody writes
Like a holiday without the sights
They say written verse is dying
My friends they are all just lying
They say the books have dried up
Like tea leaves at the bottom of a cup
They say that interest has ceased
Like a chalet no longer leased
They say we’re running out of verses
Like hospitals without nurses
They say the day will come fast
When poetry becomes a thing of the past
They say this but its not what I believe
It’s just what society wants us all to perceive

Through long stupid grass and over big stupid stones
We wandered for hours
Just me and you
All alone

Saying we’re almost there
But not sounding convincing
Saying we’re almost here
Whilst letting the curiosity in

And then we hit the summit
What a beautiful view
The valley spreads like an ocean
A beauty revealed by you

Saying isn’t this amazing
My mind is lost in space
Saying isn’t this amazing
How did you find this place

Now I know why I love you
You produce rabbits from a hat
This is why I’ll always be your man
Cause you keep my soul in existence

Breakfast starts at 7 for the workers
All tired and weary and ready to sleep
Then onto the bus or into the car
Boarding a train to travel afar
Restless and bored souls in a heap
Those people we call the workers

Wearing overalls or ironed suits
Earning their well earned bread
Sat at a desk or digging a road
Slabbing cement or selling their load
The endless cycle they’ll do till their dead
Those people we call the workers

Joking with friends to pass the time
Anything to ease the monotonous day
Using the phone or tending to the sick
Driving around or patting a brick
Time after time and hour after hour
Longing to finish so they can play
Those people we call the workers

A question is worthless
If not without means
All clocks are just pointless
Without hands and mechanical beans
A day is extremely dull
When the wake up isn’t right
The moon doesn’t thrill
If the clouds cover her sight
Grass ceases to grow
After disruption by human endeavours
Birds won’t fly so high
Without wings and colourful feathers
People cannot talk
When freedoms are taken away
And societies cease to exist
If oppression gets in its way

Tired, tried and tested but clearly undigested
All rolled into my life
The noise and the poise
Of a field of irrevelant prose
Blinkered splintered and unnaturally tinkered
Changing perception after time
A movement of a passing train
Mimicks my flowing existence
Rain on my fence thick and dense
Makes the world seem so dull
A gentle stroll and the howling wind
Seems somehow very fulfilling
Crickets buzzing through the thickets
Take me to my child hood lost
Ice cream cold served on a cone
Gives me a shiver of enjoyment
A child of a sinner now a lottery winner
Fills me with a sense of belief

I sometimes wish I could be visited
By three ghosts like in the dickens tale
Showing me the good, the bad and the ugly
Pushed against the wall by a rusting nail

A ghost of Christmas past
Reminding of my early years gone by
Showing me days that made me happy
And the days that made me cry

A ghost of Christmas present
Where my troubles are all laid bare
But in between all the hardship and mess
My heart is always there

A ghost of Christmas future
And this the one I fear most
Because I don’t know what it brings
This spirit this drifting host

But it shows me things are good
It shows me happiness in the heat
And I feel comfort in the knowledge
That it will kind it will be sweet

My children will grow up healthy
And become the people I hope they will
Strong with a sense of goodness
As they love me when I’m over the hill

Lastly my dearest will always love me
She will stay right by my side
Our flames will never wilt or diminish
We will never run we will never hide

So thank you spirits for your reassurance
When you come on the hour chime
I sleep in a peaceful sleep now
And thank you for you precious time

Time
What is time?
A time to unwind
A moment to rewind
The day you’ve just left behind

Time
What is time?
A time to reflect
A need to now direct
The path you life is choosing

Time
What is time?
A time to come clean
A chance to be seen
When the world closes in all around you

Time
What is time?
A time on a clock
A rest near the dock
Remembering the years gone by

Time
What is time?
A time in the sun
A sense of all things fun
As you drink and enjoy the moment

Time
What is time?
The numbers on a dial
The minutes that we smile
When we’re happy and feeling good

Time
What is time?
A sadness along the way
A church to sit and pray
When somebody is taken from us

Time
What is time?
A never ending movement
Sometimes an improvement
From one realm and then to another

Time
What is time?
A traveller in the sky
Coming to tell us why
We need to treat each other nicer

Time
What is time?
02:13 on my phone
When I wrote this on my own
And I really should have been sleeping

Made of glass wood and cement
Thirteen monsters were council sent
Families lived in high rise flats
And children roamed with the dogs and cats
A little park near a collection of shops
The bus drove round a circle of stops
***** old lifts with gum on the floors
Held strange odours and graffiti on the doors
Darkened stair wells where creatures hid
Causing havoc like delinquents did
Behind the flats the landslide sprawled
Bees buzzed and insects crawled
The river flowed under a bridge which spanned
Connecting the residents to grassy land
Happy people but rough round the edges
As they peered from windows and leant over ledges
Bikes on balconies and clothes hanging down
The disillusioned youth wearing a frown
Drunken rows and secret affairs
All newcomers were greeted with stares
Tiny halls and narrow little rooms
The strange feeling of living in tombs
Sad faces watched the explosion together
The homes they once shared now gone forever

Into the torn trilby upright stands a feather
Hiding hair enthused with dirt and a touch of woodland heather
Blood shot eyes look tired and heavily sunken
From the bottled spirits that the mouth has frequently drunken
A Scarf hangs down which was once so beautifully green
Hard to envisage it when it was vibrant, pristine and so clean
Rivers of blood dribble down a grey woolly chin
From tins and cans creeping out of an overflowing bin
Hidden clothes under mould spots and wretched smells
A heart that’s barely alive miraculously somehow still dwells
On cardboard is scribbled a beg for food and change
Well worded and well meant but with a hint of subtle derange
Humanity shuffles past like ghosts lost in time
Rejecting and ignoring his pleas for help, attention and social climb
Stuck in a painful slumber and thinking what could have been
A ***** is now a figurine derived from a portrait made from the obscene

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

I see their innocence slipping
As they walk merrily over to school
And it upsets me how their growing
But I know that’s the golden rule
It was only yesterday that I could hold them
And swing them in my arms
Now if I try to lift them
My body sounds a hundred alarms
They believe their American or rappers
And they do nothing more than fight
I remember when they’d both lie together
Lost in each others sight
God only knows what the future holds
Will they still respect me when I’m over the hill
Or will they put me a sweet smelling home
Sat in a chair all perfectly still.

Their asleep, their asleep
I breath a sigh of relief
As my gentle brain unravels
And my heart begins to cheep

They snore, they snore
So content do I feel
The thoughts begin to spill out
Whilst my stamina comes to the fore

Silent breathing, silent breathing
A world of comfort floods my soul
When I look and feel all sentimental
With all the pride that I am weaving

Sweet little dreams, sweet little dreams
Share the two of them from the same pod
Tears of happiness well from my eyes
Causing my smile to burst at its seams

Underneath the stony bridge
On the banks of the ***** river
A couple enter the loving phase
Shes the recipient and he’s the giver
A sound of lust enters the night
But is swept away along the rushing tide
Of the murky depths of blackness
Called water where the reeds do hide
A regular spot for the couples
Who like to sexually engage
In promiscuity beyond belief
Away from the conformist cage
Then back up the banks they scurry
To the pubs and beds where they lay
Scurrying discreetly in the darkness
Like the rats who come out to play

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

Twisting or lying prostate

Vinyl oh vinyl
Where did you go
Replaced by shiny round things
Made of what
I just don’t know

Vinyl oh vinyl
The joyous wonderful sound
Of crackling and scratching
As the needle drops down
And you slowly spin around

Vinyl oh vinyl
My beautiful childhood dream
Looking for words
Etched into the black
Really was a scream

Vinyl oh vinyl
A nostalgic thing of the past
I need to hear you
Play a song
For minutes first till last

Through the eyelids
All yellow and hazy and warm
The sun gently creeps in
A freshness blows
As the birds sing
Signalling the day is to begin
Dust particles dance in the air
Like midges near a river
The weary eyes feel wet
A yawn is stifled
Arms stretched up
What mysteries await me yet
Snuggled under cotton
Wrapped like a mummy
The chill is creeping around
No work today
A weekend release
Loafing is duly abound

Walking along
In a daze
I felt the sun and all his rays
A little thing that life had stole
Started returning
My precious soul
Spirits lifted through my skin
As beautiful thoughts
Drifted in
I wanted to live amongst the crowd
My new found strength
Made me proud
What lay in store I didn’t know
But I made a promise
To give it a go
Walking along
In vibrant sways
I thank the sun and all his rays

Blood, dust, dazed and concust
Screams, fear, loud and clear
Hide, run, shelter, it's begun
Danger, disbelieve, fate is a thief
Safety, tears, as help nears
Bodies, dead, grief and dread
Darkness, scars, heaven and stars
Pointless, mad, makes me sad
Why, devout, fanatical no doubt
Change, peace, will it decrease?

Onto the battlefield we roam
Weary from the heat
Into the throng we wade
All hungry and eager for blood
Wild and insanely we swing
Our swords made of the finest steel
Bodies falling like trees
Felled in the darkest of woods
Limbs left to rot
Heads left to roll
Friends left to die
In the long meandering grass
Hail to the triumphant heroes
Tears for the many left behind
Drink and dance in total debauchery
Cause tomorrow you will fight again

It's cold in the trench
But it's hotter up there
Safer to read my newspaper
Than hear the shots ricochet of my helmet
He's shouting down at me
In an aggressive mundane manner
Shoot shoot shoot
I didn't start this ****** war
A shiny silver coin
Catches my peripheral vision
And he smirks so smugly
Our king George IV
Well let him get in this trench
And I'll have afternoon tea
With playwrights and police chiefs
Safari in Kenya and visit the sick
That's more like me
And now he's grabbed me
Holding my throat
Im struggling to breath
Okay I'll go up if that what's needed
The smoke makes me nauseous
The smell of rotting flesh lingers
Awful truly awful
The pain is intense
As it's flashes through my chest
The blood trickles quickly
My head starts to swirl
That's it then I'm guess I'm dead
Shot down in an instant
War ****** War

Prisoners of war
Or prisoners of pride
Or prisoners of peace
Or something beside
The flip of a coin
To decide your fate
To decide your future
To simply change fate
Through the fields
Men with guns
Men with grenades
Men making runs
War is over
Relief to be here
Relief to be home
Relief brings a tear

Watch the man worry
Observe his pain
Watch the man wander
In the cold poring rain

Watch the man falter
Listen to his woes
Watch the man duck
Avoiding the blows

Watch the man crawl
Into a hole and die
Watch the man crumble
In the blink of an eye

Watch the man fall
Flat onto the floor
Watch the man roll
Into a ball and nothing more

Watch the man pray
Seeking divine love
Watch the man lift
With help from above

Watch the man stand
Slowly onto his feet
Watch the man grow
Like a flower in the heat

Watch the man reconnect
Steadily in the crowd
Watch the mans voice
Begin to talk nice and loud

Watch the man soar
Upwards strong and high
Watch the man recover
And smile to the sky

We found oysters
In slimy crates
Caught by fisherman
And their mates

We found oysters
And stole the lot
In terms of stealing
These were hot

We found oysters
Then shown my dad
He ate about four
To which I’m glad

We found oysters
But they weren’t for me
They smelt of sea salt
Fresh from the sea

We found oysters
Behind the rocks
Left unattended
Without any locks

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

We see you quite often
As you bang your head off the wall
We watch you struggle with moods
When you feel scared, lonely and small

Our shadows cast discreetly
But through the tears you catch us out
When you talk to us in your dreams
Your voice speaks and begins to shout

Like the air we're all around you
We know how much you hide
From the unpleasantness that lingers
And is eating you up inside

You can join us when your ready
Believe us when we say it's not yet
The door to happiness is ajar
Just push it open any chance you get

The soul that binds your bones
Still holds a flickering light
It's been dipping low for a while
But it's not going out tonight

A tiny little island
Made of unusual interesting people
All milling around
Doing pretty much nothing
The beach is completely deserted
Why is a beach deserted
The streets empty as space
What a place this is
It’s warm yet cool
And the shops sell towels
Which is funny
Cause nobody is on the beach
An ice cream parlour
Just near the sea
Is nice not for the ice cream
But because the girl is flirting
I wander into a music shop
And buy some tapes
It’s not like home
Because it’s quiet
What a place this is
But I have to go home
Why oh why
Do I have to go home

What shall I write
What shall I say
My minds gone blank
Just walked away

Maybe it’s tiredness
Maybe I’m bored
I’ll just hang around
Till my head is cured

Let’s start with A
Let’s start with The
The magic might start
Between P and B

What shall I write
What shall I say
My words have left me
They’ve just walked away

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