Tell a beautiful woman she is beautiful
She has heard it so many times before
She passes it off
Like rain drops rolling off of a leaf
Many men will tell her
Few will mean it
Tell a woman why she is beautiful
Tell her what you see in her that no other does
Tell her what she stirs inside of you
Tell her what is special
Tell her what makes her different
Tell her why you are
Tell her slowly and attentively
Tell her when she is low
Tell her when she is hurt
Tell her when she wakes
Tell her when she is sleepy
Because one day
She will be gone
You will have hundreds of things you never told her
Spinning in your thoughts
A million reasons
None will matter then
So
Tell her
NOW
TODAY
For She may never hear your words again

See his ink
Cut off wings
A fallen angel
Making amends
For what don't ask
He will never tell
He drifts in and out
Of others lives
The mask hides the pain
So deep inside
Now with nothing
He tries to repay
The debt to life
He must each day

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

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

It's all there
Every thought,
Neurons on fire
All firing
Electrons tingle
Swimming,
Spinning
Interacting
The mind is full
Cold devoid
No matter within
Echoes of a happier time
No neuron sends a message here
The heart is empty

Bring bring bring bring
Answer phone
HELLO!
HI DADDY!!
happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear daddy
Happy birthday to you
BYE DADDY SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL FOR PIZZA
Phone goes dead
Pause
Tears run down face
Warm inside
Now that's a call I'll never forget

Black dog day
Black dog night
Black dog life
I didn't have a dog
Now day becomes night at noon
I talk to the knight to calm the day
If the dogs not here he's with knight
****** dog

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

Shes bi!
Polar or ******?
Not sure if a genius or schizophrenic.
Have you considered both?
She can't get a man as her son is Autistic.
You mean she can't be bothered with judgemental fools like you.
Keep away from her she's a man eater.
Are you jealous because you are not on the menu.
You just don't know
So keep quiet.

Not a specific or pre defined the random man is much maligned
Not fitting the mould or a towing the line the random man has his own mind
Now the mind may be a little mixed up like pop in a bottle all shuck up
He may have days he can't face the world, knowing his voice can't be heard
Days his flesh burns to the touch and his heart is lost in an empty husk
So the random man simply bimbles on unnoticed by all, glimpsed by some
A trace of him left here or there, but no one has his life to share
The random man be he you or me, exists in all of lifes journey
Some day he may even cross your path, but you won't notice till he has passed

Hair perfect, lips so red and full
Almost beckoning in her ignorance
She played her game
Holding court, the queen bee
She knew her craft and what to be

Every glance counter played
With ethereal invites of contempt
One would try but who?
One was all she craved

He sat and followed her every move
The curve of her dress as she stood
Just enough reveal to draw his eyes
To the skin above her stocking top
Just visible in the dim light

She re crossed her legs once more
Make no mistake it was a rallying cry
A call to arms and he was hooked
With the vision of her thighs

He ventured over ready to engage
Before he could say a single word she spoke
" ***** martini, no ice"
Make it quick as you're mine tonight

Just one day
24 hours
He paid his fee
She attended as promised
Dressed as requested
Beyond his dreams
They went out
Small talk was all
Dinner and drinks
He paid for it all
Off to the room
There was not much sleep
She left before breakfast
Nothing was said
A sea of heartache
She left her mark

What cleanses the body?
What cleanses the mind?
***** bathwater and a feeling of good?
Wash of the grime, oh if the mind could
Soft scented candles and fragrant perfume
To sooth the senses and do you some good
We shower,we shave, we preen and we fettle
But take less care of our inner self
Till the bath of the mind then overflows
Then tears run down the side of your nose
Where did they come from?
Oh why do we cry?
No time was given to spring clean the mind

Tousled hair,  bare footed, wind in her face and sand between toes she runs to the water, doesn't notice it's cold.
Screams with delight as she splashes the waves, clothes drenched not a care.
Castles built and moats filled, then a photo shoot with a massive grin
These are the days I can never forget, a photo to cherish for ever more.
The day we went to the shore.

You didn't see me as I passed: My *** !
My smile fell flat before you like a missed catch
Oh your busy going about your day I know
Places to go people to see but never me
It was as if I don't exist, oh gosh am I dead!
Then who's the voice inside my head
It matters not I guess until your in your next mess
When you once again plague my door with all your woes
I get it, I'm just a mat for you to wipe your shity feet
I can't wait again for that old treat
But next time when you come to call you'll find no one behind my door.

Love.
Love what?
Their touch ?
Their scent?
The way they smile?
Their laugh?
How they sleep?
Their laughter?
Their tears?
Their weakness?
Their strength?
Or simply
Love them

Words
If I could arrange them to say what I want each day
and get them onto a page.
It would calm my soul and clear my brain and extinguish  this inner rage.
Speeding around inside my head a million thoughts at once
Writing them down is all that I have to keep them quiet and calm
So if you read what I write, sleepless at night, know only what matters to me
If they made you smile or put a tear in your eye, then the words have found a home
For when you write it's your soul that you give for another to pick up
Poem or book it's a piece of you that you give away to the world
It's  so often the only way a lonely soul can be heard

Imaginary words is all I have
For I can't speak when you're around
I rehearsed "Hello" and "How are you" a thousand times maybe more
Then into sight you come and the words are lost and can't reach my tongue
As though they ran and hid themselves so as not to make me look a fool and babble and stutter and drewel
Imaginary words are all I've had for decades now and no way out
There must be so many primed to go but they simply never flowed
For my words you could never hear as another whispered in your ear
Even when I thought he had gone and I foolishly spoke some of them
The words I had imagined I would speak long since died without a peep
I know now but didn't then that words can't be stored and used again
If I love you was to be said it has to be there and then
For I loved you once is not the same nor is shall we try again
For imagined words were never said
For she tasted honey in anothers bed

No lights, half on the shoulder, rain beating down.
I pulled up behind, put my rear lights on.
The plate came back to a local, no markers. I walked up torch in hand.
Inside sat a woman, well dressed with her head in hands on the wheel.
I tapped on the glass.
I thought "Drunk driver".
Then I saw the face through the window, panda eyes and soaked with tears.
I opened the door and asked "Is everything ok?" The tearful reply came
"I've broken down."
There was no smell of alcohol and she was clearly distressed.
I said it's ok I will try and get you going again, what's the problem?
He left me for another woman.
1 A.m. in the morning, the middle of my beat in the middle of nowhere.
What do you do?
What would you have done?
I called my location in and said I was helping a driver.
We sat in my patrol car and I shared my flask of tea.
Luckily she took sugar.
She asked if I had better things to do?
I said no it's my lunch break.
I listened she cried.
I listened for over an hour.
He left her for a younger woman.
She found them together
In her bed
Foolish man in every way in my view
But my view, neither appropriate or necessary.
When she had got herself together I walked her back to her car.
Started it up, heater on and her eyes dried
She asked who I was and I gave my name and collar number.
She smiled and drove away.
About a month later I came on duty and a message was left in my tray.  
A lady called for you.
Left a message.
"Thanks for the tea"
No name left.
(To tell me she was ok)
The details unreadable in my pocket book as soaked in the rain.
Never saw her or heard from her again

We all breakdown from time to time. Sometimes all we need is a little help.

Time heals
I think not
It's a phase
I think not
A crisis
I think not
Its gonna be ok
Shut the hell up its not

Beneath a blanket of stars laughter reigned
Held tight in an embrace at 3am
Home in their beds they should have been
Watching the waves break on the shore
With a phosphorescent glow you dont see any more
The end of a shift and a long walk home
Both with troubles all their own
Days to months, then years flew by
Before they looked into each others eyes
Now married with kids and more on the way
Career's and home's its a different game
Years they pass and then once more
They meet and chat like years before
I know the stars are still up high
The seas still there and an autumn night
Her face to him is just the same
Could they ever try again?

Be still and listen to the night
The faint sounds of the breeze
The distant pulse of the highway
Sounds are all there, yet you must focus
Listen, absorb
Sounds that if you concentrate on you can see a picture
So listen and see

At 3 am when sleep won't call, the mind goes places it shouldn't ought.
To past times of joy and some of pain but mostly to thoughts of future days.
For in those waves between wake and sleep, others walk through your thoughts and dreams.
Some simply pass and head on through, others kick off their travellers shoes.
They pull up a chair and in that altered state are as real as flesh in the wakeing world.
But the thoughts I like and hold most dear are the thoughts that somehow seem quite surreal.
Friends be you close or an ocean away, you wandered into my thoughts today.

The wheels on the bus go round and round
Just saying
No big deal
I mean it's a bus right
I guess they all do it
The round and round thing that is
Hey don't get funny with me
Kids sing it
Bust their *** why don't you
***** you I'll walk

People of Facebook
(The Boxing day lament)

People loving people, be they here or gone.
People missing people, as they never came home.
People moving on, they had enough or said goodbye.
People determined to change, they can't take anymore lies.
People recovering be it from illness or ale.
People who look after them, for love or for pay.
People who are lost, yet seem to have it all.
People with nothing, yet shared all they could.
People who moan here, as no one listens at home.
People frustrated, people adrift.
People in love, but no way to fix it.
People who aren't yet as no one is near them.
People divorced playing Christmas child chess.
People alone in a house full of people.
People just happy, they lasted the year.
People worried it's the last Christmas they'll see.
People who shout "Bah humbug" but don't mean it at all.
People who holiday to avoid it all, the memories and troubles that the season recalls.
People who just take the dog for a walk.
People with faith who praise Jesus's name.
People who ask is he a character in a game?
People who are pagan enjoying light nights again.
People oh people this is all that there is, no practice no replay no second chance at it.
So try to see people as they really are and I hope you find happiness wherever you are.

Love to all you lovely people and I hope you get what you desire x

I listened to an Aria
The sound of her voice enveloped me
Each note higher in a way that melted me
Madam Butterfly was in the room
My eyes closed I swear I could hear her breath
If I opened them, would she be there?
Then as she came she left
Till next time

Tonight I was painting my dads garden planters. I built them for him last year. At 85 he is too old to bend down to ground level. So I decided to raise his garden up three feet. Now he has immense pleasure in being able to garden again. While I was painting away listening to music he came out with a cuppa. I was listening to Rachmaninoff. His 2nd piano concerto. I love it. Dad used to play it to us when I was a child. Brings so many good memories back. He stood listening and said that's beautiful who is it. At that point I thought how cruel growing old is. One of his favourite pieces of music and he didn't recognise it. I was about to say come on pops you must know this then I saw the look in his eyes. As though he was in his youth hearing this masterpiece for the very first time. His mind decades in the past. At the end he raved about it. I said what it was and he processed the thoughts and said yes I have it played by the man hinself on an LP. Then tells me John Barry used it in the Movie Somewhere in Time. His brain now full speed ahead.
We have good days and bad days in lifes journey. Dad and I have had to many bad ones of late.
But I learned something from him again tonight. Always remember ..
We are all just somewhere in time.
Use that time wisely.

A collection of things I'd best not have done, but did them all the same
Ever wondered why you feel this way
A body filled with a billion cells, none knowhing what to do or say
From pillar to post shaken and stired every day
A day in here or a night out there, all the same in many ways
A work in progress, a life incomplete? The sum total of years in deep
So sod the rules and scream out loud, We want more!
To fill our lives
Follow my lead and fly the nest your 18 now and full of zest
So when it's done and they toast my *** I want them to know I had a life
I put the best of me into you and watched it grow each day
Tonight I watched you spread your wings and now you fly away
I taught you well and you will go and leave an empty space
But night or day I'll be there and call me anytime
Because all grown up remember now
Your still my little girl

Lulaby to nowhere
A lament to none
Words at night spoken in your head
The ears supposed to hear them
Never in your bed
The passing moods of fancy
A whimsical delight
Head full of moving pictures
That haunt you in the night
So lulaby my brain cells
Hush and go to sleep
You have scrambled all reality
So just leave me be

A car crash or train wreck?
Just two souls that impact.
For a moment or for a day, they twist turn and play.
They go from nothing to blissful extreme neither knowing what It means.
But both just hope that it's for real and not a fleeting inbetween.
The dawn comes once or maybe twice and she looks and thinks "oh well he's nice" .
However the hormone machine in overdrive begins to frame and classify.
To old, to thin, to fat, to short and is that a mole or a ****** wart.
A few days more reality bites he's not the one to hold you tight.
He didn't do any one thing wrong other than the posing thong!
Move on, next please another guy for you to tease.
To show you wares, flutter your eyes and if he's good between your thighs.
We are all the same girl or boy we use each other as simply toys.
It's not were bad or any such it's simply that were damaged goods.
We pay each day for lessons learnt from others for whom we really yearned.
The dilemma now is simply this:-
Every other is a different kiss, a different taste another ego it's simply not "A Lover to go"
So of you pop and choose the next to be the filling in your  train wreck.

The most confusing sound I never heard.
Marie A.
A confusing pronunciation in a combined word.
Marie A
Marie A ive never met a Marie A !
But suddenly the world would never neither same again.
Marie A say it loud and they think your crazy say it quiet and they think your raving.
Marie A just who the in the hell is..
Marie A
An invisible voice in a crazy world
Marie A
As mad as a child in a sweetie fair
Marie A Marie A Marie AAAAAAA

Can you explain to me what was "Great?"
Three quaters of a million never returned
THE GLORIOUS DEAD! What a joke
Their lives taken because of what?
The fall of a dynasty, the wrong man in power
Shot by a fool to fuel a crowd
Then like infection the movement spread
Village by village dead upon dead
Alliances made with utter mistrust
Then before they knew it all is lost
Countries they had no place being there
Sending their young to be slain
Over and over and over again
Then at the end no one stood trial
Countries divided and poverty rife
They said it was the war to end wars
Empty words, there's always more
A generation hadn't had time to pass
Once again the armies massed
This time to slay the phoenix of hate
From the ashes of war you fools called "Great"
The legacy left from greed and fear
Gave rise to a culture of hate and fear
Driven and driven few knew why
This time millions would die
So answer me now, what was Great?
I just can't see it in any way
A world left scared and torn apart
The legacy now in many lands.
For soldiers who died in battles many
The causes they fought they had no clue

Simply orderd what to do.....

Once upon a time a man had the universe in his grasp.
He didn't know that so he didn't hold onto it
Many years later that universe drifted past again
Then with both hands, on tippy toes he stretched to grab hold of it.
His grip now not as long or as strong as his sight, no longer strong he relied upon his feelings
If once upon a time he had done that before how different life would have been.

They say say it with flowers
Or shout "I Love You" in German to scare them.
Actions speak, words don't!
A drunken text means they miss you.
Is there a guide to this ****?
Because there needs to be!!

I could write and say what I miss
But as I never have, it's empty words I guess

I could say what I feel and how I'm changed
But feel what? As we have never  met

I could recite loves labours lost or much adoo
Indeed it's nothing as not with you

Or pages of prose by those who wrote
Those whos classics masters taught

But all would seem incomplete
Because it seems..
We were never destined to meet

Like a story in third person read as though in first
That makes a ******'s feelings burst

Or Hemingways "Old man and the sea"
That's really more a testament to me

For leagues away and a different time
In spirit you could be mine

But at night when the day has laboured hard
Both alone
No arms entwined

Different worlds we roam each day
Circumstance that governs why

Long and hard have I wrestled now
With what if's when and how
Is there any point, I doubt

When you wake today I won't be there
I'll sleep in another part of your world
It's happened that way and always did
For we never knew either exists

As you open up your eyes the day is new,
like a blank canvas that awaits your brush
Pure untouched yours to paint, with all the things that fill your day

You will start your day with things all planned
Meetings, lunch and desert sands
But in all of that know one thing
Tonight you will be alone again

Shap edges of light pierce my eyes
Sounds of morning ransack my thoughts
I'M NOT READY FOR THIS!!
I may never will be
As I age my thoughts mature
My body degrades
My mind has clarity
Yet my heart is still foolish
Does the dawn break
No.. it's broken

He's a timeshare dad, you know the kind. Sees his kids when the wife decides. Blamed for all the things gone wrong in her life.
Even long after, when you are gone. Spoken of but never to. What are they supposed to do? Pay the bills and have no say because they chose another's hay.
A myth exists that they don't care!
For half the week that they aren't there.
So next time you see a weekend dad
Look at the smile he holds so proud, simply doing the best that he can.
Hoping the kids understand
For later when he takes them home it's emptiness like you've never know.
Till next week he's cold and alone.
A timeshare dad he has become.

Buds pushing up and the dew of night still hanging from them as each morning they show some more of their beauty. The grass now growing again after it's winter sleep. Mornings brighter and bird song at 4am. Wet shoes as we walk through the field as the night still clings to each blade of grass. The moss now dying on the pourous headstones and staining the rock beneath.

Warm sun and a lush canopy of every green, eyes squinting through sunrise, the smell of fresh cut lawns and the smell of barbeque coals soaked in juices drifting from the gardens nearby. Late evenings and children playing till the street lights glow. The sound of foxes barking as I try to sleep. Out gathering and walking the paths I walked.

Dried leaves crushed underfoot, announcing the change of season as the nights come sooner and the sun loses it's heat. They are the days I will remember most of our autumn. As a temporary death comes to the place of death. The umbrella of multicoloured beauty falls in the breeze and blown to dance like spirits. The last flowers dried and decaying, Rain becomes colder the foxes no longer bark.

The leaves now gone, trees naked and cold. Redundant nests tossed in the wind and decay all around above and beneath the ground. Only the sparce laurels and holly show any green. The grass covered in a thin layer of white muddied by feet passing through. Not as idyllic as a Christmas card or calender. But this is my place. Where my best friend sleeps. The daily walk with my dog. My solace. Often my only peace, my only escape. Now, I share it with you.

Bill was great! He was her all.
I say was, as he kept loosing control of his **** and *****.
When Bill was out of her sight
Little Bill was quite wild!
When out with her all Bill did
Was look at others, the flirting ***.
Bill was nothing but a ****
She was too in love to see
Now she calls him ***** the player
As he hunts her friends and tries to lay them.
Lesson learned and not soon enough
Bill was just a f#####g c##t!

We die a little a little each day, as do we all.
As those that would do us harm labour in their quest to hurt.
Absorbed in greed and hatred and it's vices
Daily they cut more, deeper each time
Until one day there is nothing more to cut.
No longer a victim to prey upon
For the victim chose to exit this world
Sought solitude and peace in another
Simply gone.

I need a day, just one
Squeezed between Saturday and Sunday if we can
A handful of hours to spend on our own
No others watching just the Sun and the Moon
A time to talk and walk and laugh
A time to see you smile again
A day that we can call our own
A day to see if we belong
Some time to walk barefoot in sand
I wonder would you hold my hand

My toes are ugly
Well I think they are
They look so strange
Down there on the floor
As though added on as an after thought
Now imagine if we had none at all
Fetishists would suffer quite a lot
No way to get themselves off
Athletes foot would be a thing of the past
And I'd never be nibbled by dogs or cats
As it is there here to stay
Just ugly toes
Down there
Ok

Circumstance the judge has said
Is all the cops have brought to bare
Facts that are clouded at best
From an officer in stuk himself
He's sat today and make a decision
If he can be freed until his trial
Yes or no the world awaits
It wont bring her back today

Ok let me see Old Testament says seven days
Well six in fact as God stepped back
And like all men, job done! Sat on his ***
Seven days to do all that on week out of 52
52 that make the year that times us here
Now God you see thats my rub because creation was so long ago
We did not orbit quite this way and days and weeks where different then
Six or seven, eight or nine search me God I don't know
But your figures don't add up you know
Big bang I think and primeval soup
Won't sell like Moses other stunts!
So God or Hawking heaven or hell
Choose your own I'm lost as well

There is a duality between madness and love
One drives the other to its limits all to often
The madness in how and when we fall
The sorrow in how we leave and why
No measure of common sense will help
For it is by its nature an uncommon problem
For one madness, for another their all
As paths cross and emotions rage we loose sight of what was the beginning and what may have been the end
We blend in duality
The love of madness and the madness of love become one
Yet when we part, neither are what their former selves were
Our own madness alone

The silence at the close of day surrounds me
No motion or thought just being
A void of perspective and matter
A place we hither to hide from
But it's always there