Can there be any doubt in a mind that knows
In thoughts aloof beyond our scope
Professorial peaks and highs
Paused words and thoughts sublime
Intellect that's a world away
From you and I day to day
Well that's you who ponders and petulates
It's more like ****** and Norman Bates
Because dear proff you're a total ****
A higher education ****
Emeritus wizard oh high priest of thought
Who reads the Times, what else of course!
You graze upon its every word
Like a runny smelly sloppy ****
So there you have it professor ****
A tribute to you the legal ****
No better than any other man
You worthless piece of human spam

Speak softly so I may listen to your words
Touch gently for your touch moves me
Sleep well for the dawn awaits you.

I had finished tonight, Readings done tea drunk
Then as I tried to sleep I picked up my phone
I read a poem from girl a who feels alone
Betrayed by a boy who cherished another
Emotionally hurt and so in pain
Yet she wrote about it
She wrote in imagery that moved me
My day was as abhorrent as hers yet I had no words
I couldn't write as she did nor paint the picture
She apologized for her outburst
The most moving soul bearing write
Yet apologized.
So long as she writes an old **** like me will read
To be reminded of the love hurt pain and joy
To feel life, to be moved
May I suggest you sample her world
Live a day of her life in words and be humbled

Bad day-bad times Katy Moran

Then tell me if I'm wrong.

Some people burn bridges just to watch the flames
Lapping at their heels in a psychotic rage
Hypnotised by the colours like rage in their heart
Destroying it all the bad and the good all gone
Reduced to chared timbers no way to walk back
Have you any idea of your chaos inside
So go burn those bridges and laugh at the flames
Don't swim back to me the shores blown away

Sleep in dreams of laughter
Wrapped in velvet covers
Drapped with silk
Sleep in silence not fear

Boston for me was Cheers on TV
A mailman who was loveless
A shrink who was mad
It was history at school
A tea party of fools
The founding of a nation
Now it's an image of pain
The western world see on TV
Akin to Syria and Afghanistan
But now it's not a remote story
It isn't in a foreign field
It is not detached
It is now Real
On home soil
It is abhorrent

Only echoes now remain of they
A silence that became louder year by year
More deafening than the reality of the suppressed truth
Then it was out
louder than an explosion
The truth emerged and in that moment
Solice became a possibility
Justice an equality
Not an orchestrated privilege
For it had long been hidden
Hidden by lies told by those who knew
Those sworn to protect
A small group of inquisitors
The truth would have brought change
The truth however bitter would have ended it
Yet they did not air that truth, oh no
A group so powerful they changed history
No they re wrote it as a *******
Tomorrow so it seems they bury their leader
With honour and pomp and ceremony
Yesterday you mourned the victims
Left to die like cattle slaughtered
But soon you may vanquish the conspirators
Tonight sleep as your 96 do
Be at peace for the truth has aired
Lady Justice now is in balance and wields her sword

So who is there?
Who owns the voices?
Are they within or without?
Do they exist at all?
Do they live?
If so in this plane or another
Are they a sonic holography?
Simply echoes of others in another place
Past present and future all together
All I'm the same instant
All talking
So who is there?

What has the mind to do to keep its balance
Its ever changing chemistry is in flux
Foods medication emotions to mention a few
The things that change its balance
What makes me and you
Can imbalance on one, be countered by another?
Or does that fuel a conflict if one changes mood
So ive been to the mountain and mohamud wasn't there
I've kicked around loves dusty streets when only I was there
I've look inside my soul to find I was not there
Daydreamed I'm invisible so no person sees my fear
Overridden ridden on, and been a crash test dummy
Where I've been and what I've done no longer seems of worth
I simply eat sleep breath and wander on a planet you call earth
If aliens exist look no further now for I walk among you every day as though I'm not even there

I want to write a screen play
The story of a life
A journey to insanity
The weary inner strife
The endless days of torture
Night's of intense mental pain
The wishing you where dead
Yet clinging to life's vein
When sparks of love afforded
To be snatched away in game
Each tearing a little deeper
Your sanity deranged
Their victory proclaimed
Like chess played with neurons
On a a board that has no squares
A three dimensional prison
That exists inside your head
No solace reached in morning
Their tirade begins again
Retreating deeper inward
You worsen every day
Finally a knife edge
Stay or walk away
Berated for your failure
Each and every day
Survival is all that matters
Clinging to your life
Thoughts are so intransient
You smile as you cry
A hug could simply **** you
Your humanity's been lost
Others did not see it
Nor how you paid the cost
So if I wrote a screenplay
The story of a life
How would I begin or end
What words would I write
Would you see the meaning
And hold me close tonight?

What's an ****** I was asked
A satirical pose to make me laugh
Well I've heard its a mystical beast
Portrayed in **** a veritable feast
In documentarys with middle aged bags
On day time tv discussing there *** !
The reality is mystical still
Some can attain it for others no thrill
It's a strange event that's never seen
A ***** a rabbit on a jelly bean
To make someone shake and hopefully ***
Anne Summers will give you the gadget for that
Or a washing machine if you sit on top!
So in asking me what an ****** is
Is hard to describe or picture indeed
But if your good then later tonight
I'll answer the question with a little spice!!!

Quiet it's been your all content loved up with your partner again
Not a word a call or text to say hello or how's you mate
Until the demon drink takes place
Then remarkably you remember and text
Always when I'm trying to sleep
Where's the partner while you speak
All loved up or so you said
No other love exists in the world
Yet here we are you have had a drink
Your thoughts they seem to lie with me
Though thoughts are not reality
Lifes moved on for you and me
You have it all! I lost the lot
You were blamed, funny that!
So being friends was all we were
Others saw a lover there
Last night my phone was turned off
An early night as I'm worn out
This morning you will see no reply
For good or bad you decide

Into the green grocers
Within you an appetite
You see all the attractive colours
The beautiful smells and textures have you mesmerized. Some are full juicy and large
Others bright colourful and petite
Some with unusual markings
Inviting inspection.
Yet there are others unattractive
Having a beautiful scent
A delicate skin and a taste
Oh so  sweet inside
Some are prickly to the touch
Uninviting, simply protect the goodness within
Then there's the fruit that looks good
All it's bright colours dazzle the shopper
It gives off the most alluring of fragrance
It is soft to touch yet rotten to the core
Over ripened and of no use
Which do you seek?
I mean fruit of course!
Don't I?

Clear cut, razor sharp
The mind of a killer as it stalks
Yeah but didn't see glass coming to trap you
I hate spiders!

Buzzing around I know your there
I can't see you little *******
Just the sound of your wings
I look on the curtains around the bed
Drift of to sleep and know your still there
Woke up this morning bite on my face
This is now war you parasitic ***
I've bought a blue light to lure you in
Then fry your *** when your close to it

Little clones little clones
Hive minds not there own
Follow blindly not free
All oppressed none can see
Pity them don't judge their fear
If they question they disappear

They came in their thousands
One after another
Seemingly no end to them
They just kept coming
Body upon body yet more
The wave of running flesh
Only stopping for the dawn
Night came and again they did

The ******* contest continues
Blame another for economic failure
Can't be hypocrisy can it?
Starving armies believing propaganda
Unable to see the first world
If only they knew and overthrew
Would be so much less bloodshed

One potato
Two potato
Three potato
Four
The whole friging bag rolling round the floor
Under the car and into the road
Supermarket bag full of holes

We recycle emotions each day
We try to balance imbalance
Aggregate physicality with spirit
Pit fear against loving
Just the pros and cons
Always wanting positivity
But prepared for failure
It's the conditioning
Endemic duet in fact
Yet surpasable
Once balanced you can tip the scales
Rise over what held you down
Begin to live not exist

The UN doesn't like Kim Jong Uns  posture
I was more aghast at his hair sweetie
So 1950s

A designer ******
A nip and a tuck
A trim of the curtains
A tightening up
A complementary adjustment
A tidying of bits
Matches the uplift
You had on your ****
So 6 months it took
To create the perfect ******
Only to find he's left you tonight

Outside the sphere
No longer hidden
Safety switches off
Tentative steps into a lost reality
Remembering times past
Moments lost
Feelings found
Places frequented
Faces remembered
Some remote
Emotions in recovery
Life on pause
Press play

Closed minds seem to hold governance
A long proud country, where rights now denied
Poor deprived of basics, while gentry lavish in fare
Not a merry England or empire to envy
A union falling apart as if asset stripped
Old choose between heat or food
They are many and surplus to the millionaires
Those who coalition yet not majority
Seized power only to profit
Punish the weak and working man
Revolution may be their folly

Enter the day
Slipping its chains of night
Reminding the birds to sing
The bats to sleep
Foxes and badgers to hide
The sun rises and sets the stage
Be hidden by cloud or high above
Telling the flowers to open
Asking the moon to wain
Even hidden behind dark skies
It rules the day and commands the night
Then in surrender slips away
Enter the night

Then what happens
Does the past become more bearable
Do you try to second guess mistakes made
Not wanting to make them again
Do you start believing in a future
Try to shed the bonds of a past
When do you once again trust
What happens then?

Is hope an ideal
A place
Or a dream
Is love not it's root
That of ideals
The place a dream sits
Is despair the loss of hope
Not love uprooted
It's dreams expired
Then what of life
To live we need both hope,
Lest we forget our dreams
We need love to dispel despair
Are these ideals
Or simply life's truths

North Korea I imagine has lots of nice people
All crammed into cold little houses
Fearful of what chairman **** head does next
All hoping that if war starts its over quickly
Just those at the top that perpetuate the lies
A country broken deep inside
Brainwashed and weary, no food or fuel
Governed by an overweight fool

A mythical man you strung up high
Made him a crown and pierced his side
Nailed his feet and his wrists as well
Promising we'll burn in hell
Then took him down and wrapped him up
Weeped and wailed entombed him up
Then to your surprise out he popped
Hey I'm back believe it or not!
Judas you **** you grassed me up
Well I'm of to see my dad
All be good
Cos I'll be back
If he came now we'd lock him up
You couldn't make this **** up!!

I'm Spartacus
Well I'm asparagus according to predictive text
The leader of the Christian slaves a vegetable?
Don't you love technology

Love arrived unannounced tipped me up and spun me round.
Last I saw it had gone away long ago alone I stayed.
Then it came back to my life hidding deep within your eyes.
Of course I'm scared who wouldn't be in case it runs away from me.
Oh insecure we all can be when love takes control of everything
A visitor to our hearts creating madness and random thoughts
Unwelcome guest or wanted more you decide when it calls

Happiness is what?
Three point five kids and a mortgage
That won't last as the boundaries change
Instead of happiness look at the little pockets of happy
Oh they pass you each day
Make them your purpose
Accomplish that and you have happiness

The sun came up today
A different sun to yesterday
It felt warm and strong
Warmth through my flesh to my bones
Like a summer sun at noon
Yet it's spring and snow abounds
Last night I stared at stars amidst frost
Twinkling bright like messengers
Evening now approaches
Yet I still feel the sun
In all  its parallels

When a lover leaves they tear away a piece of you as they walk away
They leave a wound with jagged edges where love once filled the space
The edges ragged torn and sore never heal as before
That in turn shrinks and wains until a void remains
It's irregular shape and depth unknown is unique to each one
It heals in time and the pain subsides just the void left behind
The problem comes when you try to fill it, as anothers love won't fit into it
It's un mapped un charted not off the shelf, it can't be filled by just anyone.
So start your quest or wait and see if someone's there to fit complete

Hugglebuggle snugleboo
Arms around all of you
Entwined embraced and feeling warm
Protecting you from any harm
Legs wrapped up and warm together
Stay in bed like this forever
Hugglebuggle snugleboo
Safe and warm here with you

Hidden in plain sight
There unseen yet seen by all
Unnoticed as though shielded
More of a protective camouflage
Designed to peer out
Yet not see in
A most effective deterrent to invasion
Keeping what out exactly?
A physical presence
Or an emotional
Still you hid in plain sight
Blending, unnoticed
In a bubble
Can't be seen
So won't be bothered.

The pen is mightier than the sword
Now that is a crock of ****
If you never learnt to read or write
You can't proclaim it is
Tell it to a Syrian child
Filled with only fear
You can't eat a pencil
Textbooks get you killed
The west has failed a nation
Rhetoric is hot  air
In the time you took to read this
Another child is dead.

It begins
A feeling or a sense
Something that is different
Separate from the rest
A glance a sneer
A hidden joke
Now its one or two
The only one not laughing?
It is always you
It doesn't take many
The focus of three or four
A nickname like fatty
Or geek or *****
The teacher's they don't notice
Its just foolish play
Tell that to the child
That cries to sleep each day
Try to join their group
It just makes it worse
They now have you closer
To play their evil games
They feed upon your pain
Your grades are poor you can't explain
The teachers say your lazy
The bullying has altered you
You think you have gone crazy
The day you leave the day for you
Life can start afresh
School was like a prison
No more will you now take

Snow in March in England
Is utterly absurd!
Springs already started
There's white stuff everywhere
Last year there was a heatwave
Barbeques and shorts
Now it's Alaska
Now there's something wrong
If this is global warming
It rather takes the ****
I've seen warmer chapel hat pegs
The proverbial witches *** !!!

Vulnerable adult just what does it mean
Elderly left wanting or Adolescent special needs
Those without heating or those without food
Or because they are homeless no place to go
A woman alone on a dark night in the city
A guy in Paddington turning tricks
Vulnerable adult well it's me and you
Three days from anarchy no water no food
Scared of old age and what we will do
Our pensions are butchered our taxes are high
We are the vulnerable adults yes me and you
Goodbye merry England it's taken from you

Did the earth move for you ?
Or just the headboard shake ?
Was it physical and rough enough ?
Do you have the scars today ?
Did she tie you up and slap you ?
Stuff things up your *** ?
Normality has fled your world
Your nothing but alone
Was it one more notch to add
To a catalogue of *****
A series of liaisons payment just to *****
You hurt all those who loved you
Not a thought of their emotions
You threw it all away
You have no concept of loving
I despise what you've become
I sleep alone at night
Because of what you've done
Now you carry on your madness
A cancer eats at you
I want a gentle lover
Who holds me in the night
It's hard for me to find him
You left me cold inside

The stars are out up above
You wonder why the sky is up
Wonder why your down
You try to find an answer in everything that's wrong
Try to face the morning and show the world a smile
Deep inside your dying an atom at a time
Inside  you hurt like hell and no one else can see
So why's the sky above us an answer that you seek
The sky is up to hide the stars that watch over you
They shine at night for you to see to try and raise the smile
Your down because you life is hard not because of stars
Don't think you are the only one who stares in disarray
Who looks up to the evening stars and tries to see a way
A way to fix the broken things that fill your waking day
How to make it all ok and feel alive again
I don't have all the answers not even some of them
But tonight I look at stars do you see them as well

Are you constipated ?
Irish butter is softer you know
Tena Lady will stop the drips
Do you need a new sofa ?
Disneyland for holidays
Buy cadburys creme eggs
Kettles boiled and time for tea
Has to be PG tips

A man walks into a bar and says...
Why a bar?
Why not an opticians ?
Why a man for that matter?
Why does he speak?

So an Asian alien of mixed metaphor
Flies into an opticians and begins to sing

Ok ok I get it

A man walks into a bar and says

Anyone seen a weird looking alien?

Tadah!!!!

Pandora lived within her box
Listening to the noise outside
Every time she sneaked a peek
You guessed it, another freak
So she held the lid down very tight
Slept alone every night
Her friends would share a laugh and joke
Thou Pandora had no hopes of love
When one day whilst out the box
She wiggled her toosh and didn't know
Her toosh was seen to wiggle past
A quite delightful site in fact
Off she popped and closed the lid
Nothing more was ever said
One day a stranger, a curious type
Thought the lid was far to tight
He opened it up to peek inside
Pandora startled with surprise!
Hot and bothered red in fact
That he had dared to even try
The cold that she had made her world
Was melting and she was quite perturbed
So once again she closed the lid
Warm inside she couldn't think
A tingle here a giggle there
Pandora now was really scared
Now Pandora isn't locked away
She just made the choice to be that way
With good reason to with all the freaks!
The choice is hers to stay or leave

Ponder this
Our world is populated by have and have nots
Kindness and cruelty
Love and hate
Somewhere in it there should be balance
Karma
Ying and Yang
Call it what you will
Simple
The choice is yours
Rise to the bait
React in anger?
Or simply stop and think
That is what separates us
Thinking
Or should I say the lack of it

Miss Marple interfering *******
Poirot  you walk like you filled your pants
Kojak I bet your teeth rot
Columbo for god sakes get a wash
Farther Dowling get back to your church
Sherlock homes is it time to shoot up yet?
****** she wrote and you bought it all
But now times changed and new blood reigns
Gene Hunts here and the city is safe

How gently the breeze blows
Like a feather touching bare skin
Almost as if breath
I was only out moments
Stood In the garden
No reason just to stare
Stare up at the sky
They said I'd see a comet
All I see is cloud
But oh the intoxication
The scent of the sea
Stark contrast to the storm
One day breeze
One day storm

I would like to write about press censorship and regulation
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Thankyou
For nothing

A gentle throbbing at first
Then with the hands twist
The journey begins
Reality replaced by road
Metal and man as one

That's what he misses today
Throbbing but from surgery
To save a life to ride again

He sleeps under anasthetic
He dreams
More and more
The wind gets stronger
As it tugs at him
The engine drowned by music
Ipod at full tilt
Throttle to match
He is alive

A car cannot do this to a man
It cannot feed the soul
As once he said

Four wheels move a body
Two wheels stir the soul