It an endangered beast the artist
For many have no place, no use
No time for words, sculpture or paint
The hurry up life of money, work, money, work
Then it stops, they have it all, nothing
Only then they see its value
To pay and display for others to see
Its late, to late by then
The artist is gone
Extinct
No longer to roam freely in the minds of the young

Hi gorgeous what sign are you?

No entry

When it's no longer you
Do you show it?
Or hide just what you feel?
She no longer hears I love you
Your works are cold as night
Do you accidentally meet her?
Or seem to drive right past
Or find another reason
To call up to her house?
Do you ask others what she's doing?
I mean is there really someone else?
I wish I knew the answer for I just walked away
If she says she doesn't love you
Listen to what she says
Keep on with your life
Dont make an *** of yourself

There is a place within us all where grumpiness makes its home.
It lurks and festers like a sorid disease and waits for the day it chooses to be seen.
Seldom seen by the one who caused it, more ofter let loose on the one who adores you.
But like anger, fear, hate and love, grumpiness is just another part of us.
But always beware for it can mutate and become depression and cause more pain.
So scream and shout and let it rip! Tell grumpiness go pack its ****
Sling your hook and ****** off you're not wanted here anymore.
And while you find another to plague i'll be sat with a cup of Earl Grey
Wondering how you had the gaul to cage my smile you emotional fraud.

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.

For a time she made me feel so much more than I ever was. No matter what I did she was always there, always behind me. I felt like I could take on the world and be home in time for tea, then bed we made love like we were one, as though the universe itself embraced us. Then one day it didn't. I know not which day as I had noticed no change. I was asleep at the wheel. The relationship left the road. It was a fatality

We skip through life in the blink of an eye
Collecting and loosing at the same time
From emotional highs to their woeful lows
The years fly by unnoticed by most
From loves great moments to the losses and pain
We learn from experience and begin to hold fear
Fear of the night and of being alone
Fear of rejection and life on our own
So be it walking or skipping or running for your life
Put on the breakes and open your eyes
Because if it's all gone in the blink of an eye
You where born and you died and never lived life

Daily I feel the pain in my chest like a reminder of the clock of life.
Anxiety or stress?
Who knows which?
But it remains like a choke hold on my heart.
Sometimes unbearable.
Frightened it may be the one.
The attack.
Then it subsides

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
Yet so many seem to be broken windows
Or shuttered so that no viewers gaze can see
If they are indeed the fabled windows
I fear many need cleaning

I quite fancied Prague or Paris or Rome in an apartment to call our own. Days of laughter and nights of embrace then cuddled in slumber our hearts in place.
But nothing lasts forever as Brian Ferry said and all I had was music always in my head.
So I sang for my supper my breakfast to, watching the smiles of those I amused.
Love had escaped me it simple passed me by and crank after crank entered and left my life.
But this may be different a something else,
One nuit in Paris may happen again.

It was always there you just misplaced it.
Under a pile of doubt stacked by another
Sometimes we simply walk the path of least resistance
In the belief its ok and things will get better
That works for a time.
Then one day something happens and the pile falls and everthing scatters
Now the trick is to only pick up what you need not what others want.
The books were there all the time
I just didn't know who needed them
I no longer wanted them..
Weigh everything gainst this.
Do I like
If I do, do I want or need?
To want can  be a passing fancy
To need can be forever
Or the end

All that is in the dark is all that is in the light
You do not fear the dark
You fear the lack of light, the not knowing what is there, is the misnomer.
For all that the light shows you,
goes nowhere in its absence.
Creatures of the night do not come forth and steal all that is there, that is the work of your senses.
For when the light goes and the dark is left, the brain substitutes reason for imagination.
So it is in fact yourself you fear
Not the darkness
So why do you fear yourself...

I had the strangest dream last night.
I had died.
There I was cold as ice sat watching those gather at my graveside
Odd as I wanted cremation. But I digress.
Why was I cold?
Do the dead feel the cold?
So there I am in some half existance watching people turn up and suddenly a voice next to me says:
"Didn't expect you so soon"
There next to me was my grandmother.
As the people arrived she asked who they were and who did I expect to be there.
She even told me who I should have married. A bit late now but to be fair you said that when we were alive.
Then as the service started she got up and walked away.
"Are we not going in?" I asked.
She smiled and said no, those words aren't for you, they are for them.
Anything you should have heard they should have said already.
Anything you didn't say you can't now.
I then ask where do we go now?
She smiled and said "We? I'm going back to heaven. I think you're going somewhere else"
I woke up to the dogs paw trying to wake me to let him out to ***. Stood in my ****** behind the front door thinking why did I eat a ham and cheese sandwich before I went to bed.
I blame the cheese.

So far away yet mentality so close
Between what we have and what we know
Is there a space for what we need
Or do we simply go on without a need
If I wanted to hold her, could I ever?
Seas away and never met
But something somehow seems to say
It would be more than okay
So lament your now and toast your past
For what may be a deam..
Could be your last.

A Poem by Me  POF

I read "No photo of me, so no reply!" Like starting a fight with her opening line.
So I removed mine! I'm rebel at heart, but I do have them if you choose to enquire.
But are photos all that define us now?
I am willing to take a chance they are not.
But I do have photos and you're welcome to see, when your ready, if you're chatting to me.
But the photos are not of me holding a dog or my two daughters to bolster my cause. To show you I am a wonderful dad or that the gym is clearly my second home.
There are no photos of me a decade ago in Summer shorts that my ex chose!
If you understand what I am trying to say, it's because all profiles seem to read the same.
The five in a photo and the blond is me!
Do the other four even know they're on here?
You like to stay in and you like to go out. Do you need a photo to prove that?
You like food, and love to cook and dine out here's my dinner just look at that!
Then there's the best and one I like most
"No players please" I have had enough.
Oh ladies please!! Men are like shoes, have you ever bought the first pair you chose?
And the runner up tickles me so, own teeth and hair, and must be tall. A taller woman in heels is great. It's not my ego thats in the way.
So am I cynical or speaking the truth? Have you seen yourself in the words above?
I didn't write to offend at all, but maybe one of you gets the point.
Should men give a list of do's and don'ts?
As women do, like designing a doll.
Should we list make up and spandex as miss selling and cheat, and list only women above 5ft 3.  I hope my words made you laugh. If not cheery bye and good look on POF.

Picture postcard lips and perfect hair, dressed to thrill but only her.
Older than she looks to them, but a heart inside younger still.
It takes longer now to look as good as this and makup steals many years.
No strings no ties she's free tonight to drink and dance till mornings light..
A spirit free to dance all night, till sunrise when her feet catch fire.
Many flit like moths to flame, she has no time for their games.
She dances as though her life depended upon it, with every note limbs extended.
Her eyes closed tight, oh she's not here, you weren't born where she now is.
Morning came and she fled the scene, just a face within their dreams.
She went native and off the path and disappeared, until next time...

Lucy lived alone.
She had, now in her later years, become so used to being her own company, that the complexities of relationships seemed now just a distant memory to her.
There had been love in her life.  Oh such love! With the fire and intensity of Greek tragedy, but it was never to be long term or "The one."
She had grown to believe that was the stuff of fairy stories and Disney  and always happened to others not her.
Lucy had worked hard all her life, seldom saw her children now after years of trying to provide for them and she just plodded on doing the best she could each day. Her marriage long ago crumbled, no one's fault really they just drifted apart as the kids grew up.
Then the day came that rocked her world. Now alone, this wasn't something she could fix. The Dr was clear. Not years, not months, but weeks.
So she came upon a plan. She always fixed things so she wasn't going to leave the kids any burden.
Rather than leave it all for someone else to sort out she had an idea. She decided to have a giveaway day!
She posted in the local paper and social media.
"All free to good homes."
And how they came. Strangers mostly. The poor the greedy the needy and the curious. They took her life's possessions apart and made them part of theirs. Like vultures they had picked the bones leaving very little even her underwear found new homes.
She had given close friends the car and bigger things too. But by the end of that day, there was little left to be done but put the house up for sale. Her work was done. No burden to anyone. She was content.

As Lucy began closing the door, there at the gate, stood a young girl about 16, looking at her with big eyes and a soft smile. Now curious Lucy walked down the path towards her.
Her smile was beautiful, no it was captivating. Alas try as she might, Lucy couldn't place the girl asking "Can I help?"
In a soft voice she replied
"I saw the advertisement"
"I'm so sorry, it's all gone now." Lucy replied.
The girl smiled and said
"No, I brought you something Lucy"
She walked up the path meeting  half way. She asked Lucy to close her eyes tightly and put her hands out.
Lucy laughed and did what she bid her do. She knew her name.  It must be a prank one of her friends had put her up too.
Surprised, Lucy felt the girl's arms embrace all around her. She held her like no one ever had. Warmth and love Lucy had never experienced in her life. The girl whispered "This is for you Lucy." Lucy held her so tightly not wanting it to end.

The next day a neighbour found Lucy on the lawn. She was cold and lifeless, a gentle smile upon her face looking up into the sky. There was only one more thing he noticed. A single white feather on Lucy's chest. He reached out to pick it up and as he closed his finger it disappeared as though it had never been there.

I know depression.
I've held its hand so tightly.
But she leads everyone a different way
Some follow blindly
Some engage and escape
Some she walks on her weary way
Day after day, lost
Some she sends her familiar
To watch over and wear down
Her black dog
Always there
Always walking the dog

Roses are red
So is the blood of your enemies
Always carry a shield and a sharp sword

It's only the ice between us and the water beneath
All that keeps us from being drowned is the thinnest frozen sheet
So fragile under our feet, but on blades of steel some try to skate
Some manage to keep it up whilst others just collide and fall
The ice in life is not for us all

Do you look at a woman and wonder if
she can do all the things your mother did?
Do you look at her hands for signs of wear or check out the roots in her flowing hair
Or do we pass in a glance and write her off?
Too old, too tall or her figures gone south
Do you look at the the lines upon her face and imagine the emotions from which they were made?

Do you listen to the laughter and the change in her voice relaxed after a glass of her favourite red or do you simply ponder  how too take her to bed

Did you listen to all that she had to say or do the words she says just fade away
Did you pay attention or miss the cue
Because that was all you had to do

Do you now watch as she walks away?
All those words she tried to say
The looks she gave and all the hints
All of them you completely missed


All that she was willing to give
But you never saw her skills

For we look at each other and miss so much of all the signs of another's love.

So raise you eyes and try to see what others try to show to you
For if you don't and keep them down
You will spend your life all alone.

Every xmass some celebrity writes a book on how to slim or how to cook
Tells the world about their life in an autobiographical pile of *****
Bought by sons for mums and dads
Just to sit and gather dust

Take me to a wild place
A place no others gone
A place Ive never been
A place only you know
A place to escape
A place for lovers souls
A place to hold
A place to embrace
A place to feel your touch
A place to make love
A place to call our own
A place of safety
A place emotions roam
A place to grow together
A place to settle down
A place to raise a child
A place to find the future
A place to store the past
A place where memories linger
A place where fear has passed
A place in no country
A place they can never see
A wild place to grow old in
The place
In your heart

In death I have no secrets from the living
As they paw over my carcas and treasures
Sharing the spoils of a life lost, be they my organs or chattles

In death I have no power over the living
As they discuss my demise and a lifes peaks and troughs, those they knew of

In death I only have silence for no word will be uttered on my behalf, no lament
For in death I am alone,
As I was in life
As I am in life
As I embrace death

There are places that you can sit and only hear the wind tumbling the sand or the leaves rustling.
They are places of great solace and immeasurable calm.
We each have our own.
When you share such a place you share a part of you, and in doing so exchange a memory.
For that place will never be the same to you.. Or them.

Time travel love
I would just like to say how much I love you.
Have an amazing Yule/Christmas.
To the most amazing, beautiful and incredible woman in the world.

So
One day I hope someone will look back at this and read it and know it was for them alone, even though they didn't yet know

Even though they were not known
Never met
Never kissed
Never touched their finger tips

Had never laughed like lovers do
Never knew the others view

They spent today all alone
They never called them on the phone

They went to bed and fell asleep
Their ying and yang didn't meet


So is this all about me and for another I may never meet
Or it could be for you and others
Who never met their time travel lovers

So share it!
Tweet it
Instagram or shout
Let the world know you're about

What do you have to do?
I've writen the hard part down for you.
A lonely Farts production

I came to write
Exploding with words
Then couldn't form a coherent line
None of the things in my head stopped spinning
So I'm leaving now
I'll be back soon
To write

One two three one two three one two three one
Dance steps of life a pattern repeated
Like the tentative steps of love
One two three one
The dance moves we can't practice
Moves you nor I know
One two three
Loose our steps
One two
The dance is over
One

Fit to burst and burning inside
Thoughts of harm and despair all the time.

Reach out they say. If only I could.
Why tell the world I've had enough?

Read it on Facebook and Instagram too and twitter to make sure they all knew
But what's the point? None can help, when you're living in your mental hell.

So say nothing,
Smile,
Carry on,
They won't know until I'm gone.

I thought by now things would be better but it's like yesterday replays only darker and worsens.

Alone and cold, walking in shame as you didn't fit in to this human game

So some pills or a bridge, oh the sea looks inviting! Will it stop all this pain if I leave the world quietly?

Sometimes the loneliness of depression clouds the thoughts of logic
It's hand opens the door to despair.
Once opened it seldom closes.
It's a door into a world where no one else is
Though many can be found there
It has no borders no guards
No person polices it
No help when in trouble
No way back
Goodbye my friend
I hope you find peace


.

When I sit back and look at each day I ask myself this;
Did I need to be so harsh,
was I to soft gulable even or didn't it matter in any case.
For the wrong words however well ment,
or the right ones at the wrong Time, mean just the same
Nothing.
So choose your words carefully for once they are free of you
They can bring joy or pain
That's what it's all about.

I can't fix the world
I have tried
Made myself ill trying to fill the voids of poison relationship
Crossed boundaries I would never, to get an answer for a friend
But in the stillness of night the only thing left is nothing
For when you are alone, there is nothing that presents itself that bridges that gap
Loneliness is all and a harsh sorid mistress

How does the sun know of the moon?
Does winters cold court the summer sun?
Will autumns breeze compare to spring?
Do the falling leaves blow in the breeze?
Does a child see flowers and know a season?
Do the elderly see each season as their last?
Do you see my face and forget your past?
Does a warm embrace comfort you now?
You see I have no answers only questions many
I don't understand life, perhaps I'm not ready
I've cut off my nose to spite my face
So now I'm alone I'm lonely place.

I prayed and prayed to the god above
Not to take the one I love
Fix all the things that were all so wrong
Make them good and whole and strong
Show me where I didn't give
Help me find the strength to live
Without a heart, without a will
No answer from the god I get
Descending deeper into hell
You ask me why I no longer pray
Heavens closed gods gone away

Transatlantic feeling frantic on route to Milan to see a man
To listen to sages and the academic elite talk of wormholes and conciousness beliefs
Presentations and conversations by those at the top of their game
But concentrate as she might long into the stary night the rhythm was always there..
Off again and on a plane over the North Sea
Stronger and stronger the beat would wander into her dreams
Touching land there he was his face as shocked as hers
For both had been listening to nothing more than the music of their hearts
Two years have past and governments and continents could no longer divide them
So if you look in Atlanta Decatur you are now sure to find them
Just ask anyone where is bongo Pete or just close your eyes at night
Then follow the sound of the distant drumming, you will surely find them
When you reach a blues joint look inside and there for all to see
Now husband and Wife, and playing all night
Mr and Mrs Lornie

Often Imagined
Sometimes yearned for with a longing so deep it Unsettles the whole body
Wanton in display by some, unbridled
Trepidation in that first touch of lips by others
More often an empty display in greeting
Bodies charged to react, yet they may replulse
As chemistry can create, yes it can also destroy.
Moving closer like a precision landing
Eyes wide open until the moment
The touch, then closed
As the peach flesh of the lips collide
What happens next..
Only they will know

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.

Buddha said
"You think you have time"
There is always something.
An event
A target
A deadline
Always something
Then one day you look over your shoulder and the times up
No pause, replay, no going back to edit.
You get one shot at it in this life
Maybe there is another.
Are you willing to take that chance?
Kick the leaves
Paddle in the river
Eat the cake
Take chances
Tell people you love them
Do things and don't have a bucket list
Take the time to live and love
Don't just exist
Because you don't have time
You just think you do
I wish I had

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.

Netflix tonight!
The man of the house said
She said "Lets watch a chick flick"
  But he wasn't having that.

"Let's watch Brando it's a classic"
was his next idea,
Last Tango in Paris!
Have you never seen it my dear?

They sat together watching with smart price popcorn and cheap wine
Then came the scene where the old boy grabbed the butter and suddenly it was all in the gutter

Engrosed and engorged or a mix of the two, he shouted get some butter,
"I'll try that with you"

It looked fun at first till she got to his fridge
She opend the door and no butter could she see.
Smart price lard was all that was there, this wasn't Chester oh what a mess

We have none she said in a voice of relief
And headed for bed without a buttered rear seat

Half an hour later then came the shock
The cook came to bed with dripping on his ****
Naked and ****** and wanting a bunk
She fled the bedroom before he could mount

In a nighty like a wigwam caught in the breeze and her funbags unbridled
Down to her knees

She screamed to the neighbours he's trying to **** me with a lard coverd **** and an oversize belly

The police came quick, just like he did
They couldn't stop laughing at his melted dipstick
Take him away the Sgt said
That's the last Tango in Noctorum
He'll have with her!!

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!

My head hit the pillow and I was gone
The days caught up on me
My mind had no time to dream I just slept
I awoke refreshed yet laboured
I wish I could edit the weekend
Just keep the good parts
But did the bad parts make the good parts good?
Is the measure of good benchmarked by it?
A long  week ahead. What will life bring?
Less bad I beg as I've seen enough for this life

I never set out on any one road thinking it would be the way.
The truth is I had no idea where I was going.
Sometimes I took turns to avoid myself.
I guess we have all done that.
But as I get to the end of the road I am on, the last few months ahead for once have no direction. As though I am simply now a passenger on a driver less bus.
I know the destination. Inevitable as it seems to me now, it was never supposed to be so soon. Suddenly you look back and realise wow! Where did the time go? Now you're here alone, thoughtful.
The people you shared the journey with now on different paths or no longer travellers.
Some you asked to walk other paths, some elected too.
People are full of advice, ideas, "Do this" or "Try that" but at the end of the road I guess you hope for the best new route.
It used to be about the journey.
Now...
New horizons.

Silky *** she got the name not from me!
I have to say
It's easy though to see just why
When she walks away she kind of glides
Her mate thought I had a crush
Till she knew my age and then she blushed!
Now then now then would be the case
Or call me dad is what I said
But still she smiles and lights the day
As she shimys and walks away.