*** is dangerous!
It can bring out all manner or unfelt emotions
Drive the stolid sane of the species to acts of moral abandonment
Bereft of any sanity
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In bedrooms now across the borough, they try to dress like no other.
Make up here, slashes there and rubber arms everywhere
A bikini  top, a blouse to tight for **** to fall out tonight
It's all a laugh and games you see for Bexi Boos birthday treat

You reach the stage in life where you sit.
You just sit, and wonder.
You wonder how the hell you got there.
Where or which turn you took was the wrong or right.
If indeed any where?
Who is to say what's right what's wrong.
Indeed who wrote the rules?
An immaculate fool.
I can't change my yesterday's or arrange my tomorrow's.
I simply sit on the ride you call life and follow its turns.
Some like a pleasure ride some like the scariest at a theme park.
You don't know which it will be till the day starts.
Or if you will just sit till it's days end.

Bed head hits pillow
eyes close
its great
sleep is here

Na na ma na na na na

Sodding neighbours car alarm!

I could weep

Inside the child was waiting
She just needed a few drinks more
Wave goodbye to inhibition and find the dance floor
A few more and shes ready, the table yeah its next
Dancing like Coyote uglys, the tables now a stage
Not to be out done her friends are dancing to
Its party time in Oxton, the girls have had a few
Her legs look rather splendid kicking in the air
Thank heaven she remembered to wear her underwear!!

You look at an old house
She sees a haunted house
You look at a card board box
She sees a house
You look at a the old fort
She sees a princesses castle
You look in the mirror and see old
She looks at you and sees daddy
We had those eyes once
The boundless imagination
Everything was an adventure
Nothing was impossible
Try looking with them again

I once believed a woman in seamed stockings could make me do anything.
Once a woman in them made me do many things.
Now I have nothing.

Broken glass is plentiful in this world.
Metaphorical or not it surrounds
Like a trail of broken hearts all glass all smashed
Feet bleed constantly
Those who's break
For those who follow
Others wear shoes, that numbs the pain, yet dulls the senses.
Life without feeling
The feeling be it pain is a remimder
The glass a memory
The hurt a lesson learnt
Broken glass is ever plentiful

Look in front of you at the waves
Imagine this
Every molecule of water you see
Yes every one has always been here
Be there one or many
Always there
Cast a message in a bottle it will float
Make a wish for another on a droplet
One day it will fall as rain on another continent
Or fall as a tear
For it is eternal like the sun

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

It's all gone wrong, you've had a few.
Who to text to tell the news!
Only important when you're ******
When you're not I don't exist
On the net for all to see you love him and not me!!
Tomorrow when the juice wears off you've forgotten who you've *******!!
Act like it was all a big mistake, deleting all the comments made.
So next time when you have a tiff don't tell the world at 2am, drunken facebook rants again.
Because you cried wolf so many times, we no longer give a *****.

Todays the day to change a life
Go outside and feel alive
Don't let a fool hold you back
Or waste anymore of your life
Go and do something for you alone
Don't be beholden to another's tune
When they listen to the song another sings
Don't wait until they call your name
When they call
Be far away

Michelangelo I look at your work
Davinci to and I'm in awe
Dali, Picasso saw in their own way
Blake magnificent and Turner as well
Degas, Monet, Manet to
To many to mention or view
All I ask is this half term
You go to a gallery
Help your child learn

Flames burn where there is no fire, when one loves but lacks desire.
The racing hearts that fire the blood, only to make one night of lust.
When fingers twisted and palms held tight.
When sighs are murmured and souls ignite.
When shouts of pleasure fill a room, Is it love or lusts soulful tune.
When abscent from you do you feel your heart race?
Your heart goes faster as you see their face.
A photograph of one not there.
Does that define how much you care?
When no word from them is spoken, when silence is all you have.
Is that when its over, if it ever began.
So who you think of reading this, is that the face you long to kiss.
Is that the soul that draws to you, becons, calls, oh please be true.
If there again when you awake, that picture in your mind again.
Then did you tell them?
Do they know?
Another day, lost alone.
So seize the day the cold cliche that's yelled as men go into battle
Is no longer what our souls need, this fights more nocturnal.
Embrace the night and hold her tight, If only in your dreams.
For when you wake the daylight brings the dawn of many things.

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

Breeze blown leaves and the suns dying rays
Shadows become darkness at the fadeing of the day
Eyes become heavy and limbs like lead
Our ancestors protect us as we take to our bed
Summer ends as winter begins
Rituals practiced across the world
Prepare now for winter
Prepare for snow
Look towards spring
When new buds will grow

Confirmation of what I thought
Although I breath I'm just like Mort
Walk the earth day after day
A swinging brick keeps my pace
I don't blame others for my decent
I live in Dantes circled hell
I've lost count of which circle I'm in
No longer trying to reason it
The minutes hrs days the weeks
None belong in truth to me
We squeeze as much as we possibly can
Then the clock stops, goodbye my friends
So check and measure those vital signs
Just don't come and ask to ever check mine
Zombies are not the living dead
It's those who live within their heads

Turn the TV on but I don't want to watch it
Pick up a book I will never read
Close my eyes but sleep escapes me
As million thoughts freefall away
Its not today or yesterday or simply days before
It's the replay of life 30 yrs before
What is contentment what will stop this film
That plays in my mind when I try to sleep

It is ethereal
A start and an end
We can never be precise as to where exactly
Nor can we measure its mass or volume
We just move with it
Within it
and notice its passing.

The Christians came
Our God sent us!
Were on a crusade just killing stuff
If you don't have a Christian cross
You will have to have your head cut off

The Pope you see he ruled the world
So he thought till Jerusalem.
The Kingdom of Heaven here upon earth
Soaked in blood where Muslims fell
A holy war they said it was
****** kids so they don't grow up

All things cycle all things change
It was Allah's time once again
Saracens, butchers barbarians too
The names they gave Saladins troops

Though when the city fell to him
He gave passage to all to leave in peace
He afforded a gift no Christian did
Love and life to practice your faith

If history teaches one good thing
The hearts of men are everything
All a soul can ever be
Is deep inside you and me

The crusaders brought a holy war
To a peaceful state for a bigoted cause
A Pope who wanted lands and wealth
Nothing more nothing less

It's not a person or what she sees that makes a twitch between her knees.
A gentle rub a closet pressure can make her lips rub together
Once she's off a little moist then a thought is uppermost
Where oh where today can mystery man get me laid
In the park or on the stairs
With or without my underwear
From behind to start or end
Imagination is her friend
Of to the loo she must pop
To finish off her sacred spot.
Returns to desk with inner warmth as shes just strumed and now is calm.

Always more
Always more
Always more and more and more
Until you have nothing left to give
Then like packaging
Discarded

I'm sorry I listend for so long to a voice that was never ever wrong. Who never could apologise and so I began to truly despise. Your every word, your sideways glance you gave no decent soul a chance. Self appointed, head of your state made by others who you berate. Your heart is dead your blood runs cold and all your friends kiss your back hole they couldn't kiss the one In front as that dried up a long time ago. So am I bitter or just twisted ? NO ! For me it was time to go. Your poison leeches into those who are good and eats away at their moral worth. I'd wish thou well but you have it all, you probably grew a set of ball's. Farewell adios and good bye from me. I'd rather f@@k a thorny tree!

There is no limit to ineptitude
No line for a fool to cross
No border no guards
Just their ability to be crass
An ability to hurt without knowledge
To destroy with no purpose
They know not of love
Only greed, avarice!
Wise men no longer lead !
Just fools with a hint of reason
But no worth
Hear me now, take heed
Tomorrow is yours and mine, not theirs
Do not let them steal it from your children
The future is unwritten
Don't let them erase your dreams

Hold your child as though they are the world

Be humbled by their actions

Amazed by their innocence

Proud of their endeavours.

Yet let them spread their wings

There is nothing they won't succeed in.

Works of love
Words of hate
Works of pleasure
Words of pain
Works of life
Words in death
Works of fear
Words of regret
Works of healing
Words of peace

All works are words
Oh how you all write
HP and Anthology
Works given flight

When you say you have been to hell and back whose hell?  Yours  or mine?
The journey there in different lives on different paths and at different times
The hell you have is self created as you never looked at getting free
You never looked at getting out you stayed so comfortable and yet so sad
Tight liped and smiles for all to see though inside broken piece by piece.
I'm So far away from home and I don't know where home is anymore
Screaming from my soul but you can't hear a word

My mimd simply floats on a sea of unused unspoken thoughts

Rhiana has nothing on her
She's seen more brollies than any girl
From those that fit in your bag
To the weapons used by old hangs!

Every style you could ever want
To keep the rain off of your bonce
Be they flowers, black or hello kitty
They turn to her when the weather's ******

Now her day it flies when the weathers crap
But in her evenings, something lacks..
She seeks a man with a wooly face
To hold her hand and walk in the rain
Under her umbrella with that special fella x

Hello Mr Moon can we chat?
I hope you don't mind are you ok with that?
You see at night I simply don't sleep I lie here alone
There's only you to talk to as you shine into my room
I wonder what it felt like the day we came to you
Landed on your surface and walked all over you
Ragged around in buggies and had a round of golf
Then packed and left our *******, then we blasted off
I'd rather think your cheese as we all are told as kids
Than Monsanto or Exxon go visit you as well
I know you don't hear me my bright shiney friend
But good night Mr Moon until we meet again

I sat
The only sound was the water
Lapping at me
Wave upon wave
Higher each time
Cold yet comforting
Time to go
A last supper of Jack Daniels
Then bounding through the water
You came
Stuck your slobbering tongue in my face
Snapped me out of it
A walk home
Wet
Alive

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.

I was born an agnostic, though I knew not what one was
As a child I was taught religion, though I knew not of gods
I was indoctrinated to believe in god, but there was no evidence too be seen
As I teenager I was taught science, the proof was all around me
I began to question god, and I began to embrace atheism
I was told I was a bad person, I had no morals or faith
Yet my faith in mankind lay in all creeds not just yours
As an adult I had learnt enough to know, to know I was an agnostic
Those who believed in god believed themselves good and for that, would be rewarded in an afterlife
Those who disbelieved in god, believed in this life and practiced good
Much has been done, good and bad under the banners, in  the name of god and good
I'd rather see things done in the name of mankind
For we are mankind not godkind
We never were

Listen to the radio
Talk of war and famine
Then they play a cheery tune
From a manufactured band
Then an oldie I remember as a teen
Realise I heard it when I was 16
Life is like a highspeed train
Until it goes a miss
Then it's like a freight train crash
Then it's all a mess
But in reverence to grammar
The announcer makes it all
Sound like the weather
No emotion at all

Trying to hold onto a moment.
Its like holding a firecracker.
Fabulous in all its parts, but gone in a flash.
Trying to live a dream is like lying asleep all day.
Believing things will just go away,
Only Invites them to stay.
Often not knowing what to do.
Or why where or when
Its the fundamental torture that haunts us every day.
Is the grass greener ? Or just another lawn.
You still end up mowing it, if you move across..
So look at what you have!  Look at all it's good.
Talk and try to reason, so your not misunderstood.
I don't have your answers, to your problems or you woes
I've enough to keep me going, just with my own.
So go and find your self and look everywhere
As when you find the perfect you, no one else will care.

In solitude my thoughts bait me
Like a pack of dogs with no reason
Thought after thought
No order
No sense
No purpose
Just the restless mind playing games
Scenarios like the minds eye is a stage
Playing the day back
Past situations
Alternative outcomes
A reality based on make believe
A waking dream if you will
A counterpoint to the nightmare life can be
So is it really solitude
No not with the thoughts
The thoughts of the black dog.

Oblivion at one end
A life dedicated to be medicated
The other
A void of lost thoughts like a black hole
Mad all you can do is watch
Watch as the pills control them
Prozac now flows through their veins
Never the same person again

Run faster than you can and you may stumble
Run slower and you may not catch up
Stop dead, open your eyes
You will not have to run

How many beats do you get with a heart
If you miss or skip, does god take an hr?
If it's broken by one do you lose a week?
When loved by another do you gain a year?
If it's fast from food or a little much pop
Does old father time hasten your clock
If you go to the gym, be good or eat well
Does it slow down the journey to heaven or hell ?
Elle sweet thing we simply don't know !
But the love of you mother makes yours beat on
So listen to hers as you did in the womb
For it still beats for you, your never alone x

Round and round and round it goes
Where it stops you cant know
Just wash my clothes and hurry up

I was once told " If I fell over a lover I wouldn't notice ."  Then another day "
Your hearts a swinging brick!"
  To be berated and ridiculed for holding my love's close counsel.
Whilst watching the poison in others dye the cloth, the skin, nay the belligerent SOULS of those they saw happy and envied so that had to hurt.
They care not for my swinging brick nor a fragile heart of a woman now glued together with salty tears, it's life journey a ride they could never envisage nor take nor understand. Yet they judge.
They judge yet not fit to speak your name nor be in thy presence.
I morn not their passing nor degredate their views. I shall not waste pity upon them.
Why? Because I'm your friend and waste not my time upon harbingers

I guess if you stare at a problem long enough you can just end up stareing !
It won't go away, neither will it magically fix itself.
Ask is it your problem for a start?
If not does it need looking at
If not walk away for you have enough to stare at

A man rides on a horse
Yet he only owns a donkey
He sleeps with a mistress
Yet he has a wife
What defines him as a man?
His possessions or his actions?
He never owned the horse
The mistress abandoned him
The wife betrayed him
The car was repossessed

What defined him?
A man of our time?
Not my time

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?

So much repetition in each day
A reverence to pointless tasks for mindless people
We can improve this, modify that and all that's left
Is the remains of what worked
To get ahead you must now show evidence
Evidence you re invented the wheel
Streamlined a task made it longer
You lived up to the red tape challenge!!!
We now need a budget for more red tape
But you got your next step up
I despair at what monster reform has created

We are all a work in progress.
For some never completed.
For others prefabricated to make do.
If I saw you today would you know me tomorrow?
Or pass me by in the street?
Indignant to my existence
We are all just pieces in another's self build.
Remnants of what's been demolished before.
So when you see someone incomplete are you the missing block?
Or the reason they had to rebuild.
Prefabricated
layers of dreams held together by little, often nothing.
The dreams that formed reality are nothing of substance only the rivets of our hearts.

I wandered lowly as a star, well I shopped in Ruthin in the spar!
A birthday now sneaks up on me it's 40+ oh whoopee
So what now can I expect from life, I've married divorced and been a wife!
I've ridden, fallen and paid the price and lived my bucket list like fire
My kids so far my greatest work, tried politics but full of nerds.
The parallel is simple enough they drop their stuff I pick it up.
So the world sidewalks into the abys, wear factor 50 to help with it
As carbon gas heartache earth and we all go grey and loose our worth
I opted out and moved to Wales my little family I shall save
Just one thing left I need to do ...
Find a hunk to chop some wood
One who isn't thick upstairs and makes my winter's warm as well