If you saw a picture that reminded you of me, what would it be?
Clothes I wore or the look on a face.
The back of me as you walked away?
The smile as I wake with eyes still shut.
Or your own reflection with no one to love.
What reminds you of me is just yourself.
A social butterfly that loves herself.
Woe is you and protesteth much, as he calls you fat but you both still ******.
So what reminds you of me is now all that you have.
I left your life 15.45 on Tuesday last.

It never started out as a journey. There was no destination.
No one place that was ever headed for or a place they could call home.
When they started out they took with them the hopes and dreams of something.
A vision in the mind and heart. But nothing of substance,
nothing but hope.
Then house bought to make a home, plans made and children born.
Jobs changed and hours grew longer.
Quality time is all but over.
Drift along and drift apart,
Journeys end is all they have.

We tried to be better with each new cause.
But while we tried to save the whale, we polluted its home.
We tried to save the tiger but its home was used for lumber.
The orangutans deminished for Palm oil and crops.
Now the globe is warming and the oceans rise.
They're full of plastic and everything is dying.
So now we have only ourselves to blame for plastics, Monsanto and wild hurricanes.
The next great cause will be because of effect.
No one to save mankind, as he killed everything else.

When you wake up hungover next to a woman you met last night.
Do not shout!
"Unexpected item in the bagging area"

I've reduced my emotional outgoings.
I was frankly spending to much. On things not worth a **** and people as such.
Not sure what I've saved as nothing to measure it by.
But for the lack of tears and heartache, it's worth a try!

Spash after splash the shells bombarded the waves as the metal hulk ploughed its path through the sea.
All standing as men but mostly boys.
To the left explosions a platoon now lost, not far to go the beach was in sight.
A thud and a shudder as the bow hits the shore.
The door drops forward in a hail of lead.
Front ranks fall slain were they stood.
Lieutenant shouts forward as his head comes off.
Running and crawling sand in their eyes, climbing over their brothers now dead.
Whistles blowing and explosions all around.
They climb in the crater the last one formed.
"Get off the beach" was all that was heard.
But get to where?
As the bullets hailed.

Entangled entwined in a war of unkindness, where both sides are blinded by rage and by madness, were love once danced and emotions engulfed them, as she said she loved him and he said it back, as their lips locked forever to never come back, while fingers wrapped them in a moment of madness, now it's all gone and all that's left sadness, as they stare at the papers faceless solicitors wrote, of the times that they once had before all they did argued, and all that was said as they drifted apart and hated instead.

I shouldn't be allowed to like this, for I weren't the eyes looked into.
But of all her photos this one says so much.

How much is enough?

Karma......
Karma comes in many forms
From a simple breeze to a tropical storm
From a gentle nudge
To hearty push
But when it comes it doesn't rush
**** on folk and scream and shout
Karma is always taking notes
So build an empire and declare yourself queen
Nothing karma hasn't already seen
But to get to the throne you used those who cared
Then when your needs fulfilled you cast them away
Then karma after taking notes, came to call to return it all.
The throne now challenged, the empire at war
As a psychic shouldn't you have known.
Seems not? Are you a fraud.

Raindrops become puddles as they huddle together.
Teardrops tracks as they run away.
Words whispered on breath that catches the ear.
Always say what want them to hear.

Last night I looked up to the stars
But the clouds got in the way
The stars were still there
Waiting for another day
The clouds come and go
Night after night
Just look up
It will be alright.

There is a room inside all of us. From birth we have posted things in there that we never retrieve.

The Christmas view from the foxhole.


I Christmas
I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairies!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small.
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored.
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why,
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie.
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV.
The Christmas works party
***** or VD?
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood.
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck.
It's over next morning with socks and lynx.
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth.
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd.
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red.
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good and sing.
And full of good cheer at least for a day.
And back to hatred for the rest of the year.
We're bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands.
The points been missed
We're all drunk and ******.

Hope is an island inhabited by dreams, were all the answers are, but no person lives.

When I was born it was 66 The Beatles were trying to work it out. The sounds of silence crossed the ocean and
These boots are made for walking, set the rebel scene as teenagers went to war.
Elsewhere they said the sun ain't gonna shine anymore and wanted Somebody to help me. You don't have to say you love me and Pretty flamingos were all about.
Then the war in Asia had the ballad of the green berets a **** storm clouded all their minds and paint it black made people think of those who didn't come back.
Then stranger in the night and when a man loves a woman were sung to make us forget.
You can't hurry love so reach out ill be there made the summer of love seem good again.
The paper back writter took the last train to Clarksville on the poor side of town where the song on the radio just keeps me hangin on.
But in the end December came and ended on a high. Good vibrations from the beach boys was merry xmas to all.

Schrödingers you are!
Neither one nor the other
You are not having a relationship and having one at the same time!

I am me.
I am am an assortment of men to others.
Different to each person.
Unique to all.
The same to none. Adventurous to some.
Stoic to others.
But for one I will be all or nothing at the same time.

Sometimes you think you shouldn't care when all around you don't see your pain.
Sometimes all that's left is an empty chair that's all they see not who was there.
Sometimes you think that no one sees any of the life you lead or how you struggle to make ends meet.
Sometimes it's easy for them to say **** it all and run away, maybe they did just that, yet don't understand you can't.
Sometimes you tire of trying to be, the strong one in a weakened chain.
Sometimes you look at my mistakes, afraid to make more for companys sake.
Sometimes you curse being alone when you couldn't leave aged parents alone.
Sometimes you look into their eyes and see you are all that keeps them alive.
Sometimes you wake and check on them, in case they died while you slept.
Sometimes you want to explain your chains to people who don't see your pain, or how you're bound and sacrifice what you crave every night.
A river runs through all our lives where others swim and dive.
Not joining them is a price you pay when you are torn to stay and be a son.

She was A storm swept dark moon.
Many watched and envied her suitors.
Imagined her in many ways.
But if you closed your eyes and listened.
All you could hear was a caged bird singing.
Trapped in her own confines.

Crashing sensations, tumbled and disjointed, hitting every nerve as they fall.
Burning hot yet cold and empty, all in one breath.
The sensation of being wrapped and trapped, primed to explode, not knowing what will trigger it or will you implode.
Memories play on your minds replay screen, then the future scenarios revealed.
Swim till you stop and simply go under or swing from the branch where the dog walkers find you.
The need to run to a place you can hide, but still love lingers and your soul cries.
All that betrays you and all you have left is a childs smiling face three days a week, or a video call.

Without her anchor
Would you stay here at all?
So tired you feel sick but no longer can sleep, your thoughts makes you angry no solace to see.
Be gone now and leave me never look back, for I died long ago somewhere inside.
Stood at a funeral and jealous of him.
I don't know where Jon went but I know where he'd been.

She may not be here now, or you there.
She may have passed before you, so you couldn't tell her.
She may be frail and no longer know you, and the words you say seem lost.
She may be alone as you went before her, but you're always in her thoughts.
But know in your heart how she loved you so much and brought you into this world.
For nine months she carried what you have now become you are her best work.
Then she wrapped you, named you and held you, so close in her loving arms.
So today tell her you love her wherever you both may be.
It's sometimes easy to forget, she's the reason that you are here!

You see it was never about the dance.
That went on all around me no matter if I slept or was wide awake. Their busy life, their needs and expectations whilst yours simply ebbs away, forgotten.
Some days it was like swimming through a sea of souls all touching yours trying not to sink themsleves. Each one screaming for a different reason.
Then as the day ended I had reached the shore, now alone. Yet drowned in their needs, their fears. I was lost.
Some pick up others emotions without knowing. Their problems like sap from a tree. Sticky and eventually trapping like amber the very soul that was there to help, taking their life slowly.
So we build walls out of fear and protection to preserve what is left.
We arm ourselves with the fully  automatic "NO!" and "I Can't". Emotionally lethal from almost any angle. But not love proof. Shooting down any careing or passion of any kind. But for those tricky situations where the wall is breached or they find a window and see the you inside, you hid and camouflaged with confidence and bravado, there is the bomb.
The it's not you it's me bomb. Once deployed you implode and the outer shell sends a blast wave purging the emotional landscape. Anyone who dared to approach now simply a shadow to you.

I wear a pilgrim's cloak and yet, I have no faith.
I am awake at night asking questions of God's I don't knowledge.
I walk the day trying to understand who am I?

I think valentines is needless
A media free for all!
Show some one you love them,
As you forgot to for the last 12 months.

Say it with flowers to make a statement, and show them that you care.
Is it them you're trying to impress? Or the rest of the world.

Then tomorrow back to normal till this time next year. When once again a cheesy card and nothing that is real.

Well I can't subscribe to that, for I don't see its worth.
I would rather tell someone they are beautiful when they least expect the words.

Tell them that their smile excites you and makes your universe feel bright.
That you find it hard to talk to them and look into their eyes.

You fear that if you looked for too long somehow you would be lost.
But you stare when she's not looking tempting fate at any cost.


Tell them when you wake, they're the first thought on your mind.
You picture their smiling face when you open your eyes.

Tell them that their voice melts you in some unexplained way.
Because what they say matters, not simply just the words.

But most of all tell them, if you get the chance.
Tell them when they need it most, not as a Valentine's expense

Tell them for no reason, you don't have to shout.
Whisper to them gently, hug them when they're down.

Because it could make the difference between their light and darkest hours.
They may not feel the same but dare you take the chance?

Then there is their humour. Tell them how they make you laugh.
How they make you think of them when they're not around.

So that's all I have to say just words nothing more.
All I want to say but can't to who I adore.

It doesn't mean I don't want to, it doesn't mean I don't care.
I don't think it would make a difference.
Because for her romance is dead.

Eyes wide open
the adventure begins
kicking sand and crushing shells, hunting for starfish with his new friend.

Laughter and shouts fills the air as they run with the dog without a care.

Then back to the car to move up the coast and a chance for a moment to thaw themselves out.

Skipping like fools all holding hands watched by his mother as she laughs out loud.

Then calls to come as the day is done, their faces cold as they've looked in rockpools.

Mummy look! Here are the fishes as the time flies by and the wind is bitter.

Blue in their cheeks it was time to go, so shoulder rides to cross over the rocks.

Almost there as the cold wind bites, but always time for a pitstop for Ice cream.

Then home as they laugh and start to warm up, their memories made with pockets of shells and a stone for a friend.

A winter's day so windy and cold?
Couldn't see it myself, inside all were warm.

Romeo oh Romeo, he is nowhere to be seen
He sent a woman flowers and got an injunction for two years
He asked a girl at work out and promptly got the sack
She then got promoted after saying he touched her ***
But Juliet now 50 can't get a steady man
No ****** trusts her as she's played with all of them
Chivalry isn't dead, not knights of old
The armour isn't worth it and the white horse has been sold.
So keep showing all that anger and screeming "I'm oppressed!"
Then wonder why you're alone each night as you undress.
Not all men are ******* and not all women mad
Some have survived hell and are worthy of a chance.
So look around your world and try to understand that the next person to like you wasn't the **** that let you down.

A face in the crowd
A glance nothing more
Eyes that hold you in their gaze
A smile that warms you
Words that start a fire inside
A touch that makes it burn wild
The why's the where's are all nulled
If that face looks at you.

All he wanted was someone to bounce up and down on him like they were trying to get the air out of an inflatable mattress with a sticking valve!
All she wanted was someone to bang her like a broken screen door in a hurricane.
Yet neither knew of the others needs.

The fog refused to lift today
It knew it had a job
To keep the sun from breaking through
As sorrow filled my hometown streets

In the great scheme of things it's the moments not the minutes.
It's the stolen moment not the protracted chore.
It's the thought you leave with, not the views of others.
On that note goodnight.

Running with Scissors

Oh I'm running with scissors
Hell they're not even mine
I got no paper to cut
And I trip all the time

I've been rocking my chair
Back and forth on two legs
Trying to balance
And waiting for it to break

Climbing up trees
Scramble to hold on
Shaking with fear
afraid of the fall


On the highway playing chicken
******* the cars
Well A cat has nine lives
I got just one

I'm running barefoot with you
Along a ***** beach
Cut after cut
Now our feet bleed

Faster and faster
Here comes the bend
Hear the tyres
Squeeling again
Again again again
Again again again

All of the things
That I shouldn't have done
Now I'm to old
My mad days are gone

The darkness is consuming me cell by cell
As though it wants me to take my own life ever pushed to that edge by the feeling of emptiness and solitude
Invited by thoughts of peace and nothingness

Drinking *** doesn't make you a pirate
Or dressing like a buffoon
The only harties you have
Are the ones you pay or groom
Three in a bed is a nursery rhyme
Not something for every night
But put on that shirt and grab your pistol
Or in your case a guitar
And strut about like bootstrap Bill
Wooing with your charm
But charm like sunlight fades into dark night
When there is no substance and *** and "Coke" are rife
I looked up too you talent
You really did some good
But maybe you're a pirate after all
Leaving a wake of *****

Run
Run some more
Spend more time outside walking
Write
Write some more
Take more chances
Love again
Put the past behind me
Don't settle for second best
Warch all the movies I want too
(58 at present)
Help people if I can
Avoid devil ****** magic!
Marry a Burlesque dancing nymohomaniac

Ever wanted to just hold a ***?
Both hands squeezing all the fun!
But I've seen that deriere in a different way.
Wanton naked and in the air
Inviting and wanting asking to be touched
Only a fool wouldn't respond to such.
She held me and guided me inside of her
Then I realised I shouldn't be there.
I wanted more, not just a visit.
I knew it was wrong and I ran from it.
In the morning I knew I had been to a place that I had imagined but couldn't explain
It was not how I wanted it to be, I wanted passion and fire and had made a mistake
Maybe one day there may be a chance
To be there again bathed in romance
To be the one who made the difference
Is it so much to ask? Instead of existing.

It is the simple things I guess I miss
The early morning dry lipped kiss

The scrunched up face and panda eyes
"Good morning" with a croaky voice

But more than that it's hours before
Talking in her sleep once more

Laughing with her eyes tight shut
I hope it's me she's dreaming of

Then shes calm and sleeping sound, I listen to her breathing sound

Frightened just in case it stops
My blood runs cold at the thought of that

Then waking up before she does
Then like spoons I snuggle up

Her arm wraps tight and pulls me close
I never want to let her go

Then the battle once we wake do we kiss and then be late?

For a kiss would lead me to her soul
Then making love entwined we roll

It's days like that
The simple things
Being in love
More than anything

We kiss goodbye to work we go
Waiting for their text to come

Miss you
Love you
Love you more!
I don't recall my life before

She's home first
She looks so tired
I sneak up and hug her from behind
Move her hair and kiss her neck

Nothing smells like her hairs scent
Her neck tastes like the fruit of love
I love the way her ears twitch now
She pushes back to claim her man

She turns her head and smiles at me
I love you spoken with a grin
I held the world, I held it all
The universe within my arms

The little things, the simple things
That someone else now gets to see
It really was the best of times
I was mistaken you were mine

So now I miss those simple things
I don't want a 40 minuite fling
Get out and date and fill your boots!!
I'm sorry that isn't love

I want someone to close their door and feel butterflies that I have gone
I want to play upon their mind dreaming of, our next time

So when asked to write of simple things
I ask are they really everything?
Only you can answer that!
So don't waste a minute of your life.

I looked in her eyes and saw so much love.
I also saw so much sadness.
It was as though I had known her a lifetime yet met a stranger.
I just wanted to tell her it would all be ok.
I doubt she would have believed me
The more I see her the more I miss her.
Totally contrary to all I believe.
Yet all day I think of her, love her words her honesty.
Fear her cold steely will, for I may be jettisoned.
Sometimes the thought of her makes me fear life itself.
Sometimes I fear my own sanity.
Nothing I had imagined
Just a soul with so much love and so much distrust.
How do you fathom that.
So I guess I can't

I sat drinking wine
The world oblivious to our presence, save for a curious Fox.
He stood watching little red ridding hood and the wolf.
They missed the sunset, yet the moon's rise over the twin towers and laughter seemed far more precious.
They watched a lone star over a village and joked that the three wise men wouldn't turn up there!
Then they packed up the remnants of a feast and headed for Home

Interaction

I have said before, that the shortest distance between two souls is a smile.
The longest, a silence.
For daily we meet people.
Some, no words exchanged and yet an imprint left upon our being that won't fade.
While others speak a thousand words, none impact, their vocality hollow and lost upon you.
But here is the thing.
A smile has many facets.
A smile has no language, no need of a translator, no passport norr permissions sought.
Once you have seen a smile that penetrated your walls, your barriers and fears, it is like wanting a fix.
The yearning to have one more shot.
The adulation, the comfort, the everything.
Has someone smiled like that to you?
What did you do....

When they came for the unions you did nothing.
When they came for our pensions you did nothing.
When they came for the disabled and benefits, again you did nothing.
When they banned the crucifix, you stood by.
Now Islam comes you suddenly decide to give a ****.
You suddenly found one to give to the wrong cause.

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, a bunch of yesterday's rebels tried to re live days gone by.
Stomping and romping and doing it large, with arthritis pains rageing and eyesight in decline.

But happy in memories and re living their youth, tommorow it's doubtful they will be able to move!
But all was not old, all was not done. For a face at the bar kept watch over them. She wasn't a bouncer or doorstaff in a huff! Just somebodys daughter, who gave a toss.

She watched over her dad to make sure he was good. As he forgot the pain of a marriage that broke.

In a Harley top and a tartan skirt they oggled at her and her rainbow hair.
Just a girl, eye candy to them. A memory of youth and a life misspent.

Now that's the thing! We ain't all the same and one of them wanted to know her name.
Wanted to know what was she doing there.
And looked at her eyes and not at her chest.

Laughter and jokes and hello this is dad, hell we even tried to find him a date!
His friends said wow Mike who was that? Then stereotypical, Foxy you old dog!

He said just someone I met, who shares a few friends and is here with her dad looking out for him.

All the way home they poked fun at him judging by their standards and not his.

So often in life we do nothing and time passes by.
Try saying hello and break the ice.

I won't deny she was pretty too view with a tattood thigh and bright beautiful eyes.
A figure that wars have been fought over in vain...
But to me,
I just knew her as
Jade x

On the door the sign it says "Open mic" come in and listen if you like.

Get a drink and take a seat come listen to others things.
Songs galore, old and new.
If you want get up too.

But no you *** you want to heckle and berate someone, oh your special.

So special you came straight from the gym, didn't shower and you stink

Your head is topped with a mersey **** oh I'm sorry it's your hair.

****** this and I'll do that, hot air from a skanks mouth

Well this morning I feel really good because last night I met you.

My life may never be the same in fact next week I'll come again.

If you open your foul scouse mouth, I'll get up and read this out!

Age isn't worrying about missing the toilet.
It's about getting there quick enough.
It isn't about walking the dog.
It's about wishing you could.