Always next time or tomorrow or next week
Then it simply never comes as you procrastinate
You sit finding things to do that needed doing
But not what needs to be done
Then time ran out
To late to procrastinate

Oh no son
You can't go
They don't want
You there.

Now I've been around and here and there.
I've seen faces that fit and watched others stare.
Cos when you're not on the A list
They
Don't want you
There

Never assume
You may be unhappy in your relationship.
It doesn't mean others are in theirs.
Don't sow the seed of doubt in another's garden.
How others choose to love and live may not be the same as you.
They have no less a right to live and love than you so long as no one is hurt.

I lie alone. My thoughts are not here, they are with her.
I don't know what she thinks, I only know an insane void is in my heart. Tearing at my soul.
The torment of not knowing why claws at my very substance.
I imagine the DNA that binds me falling apart, decaying like spent particles in a dying sun.
Now? Nothing..

That was the the strangest of days
Like an atheist finding god in a dream
Then waking to find he's not there
I simply was not looking
I didn't go out to seek
I can't imagine the things you would say
A future clouded in maybe
Now that is today
Tomorrow unwritten
Sleep now

My whole life is numbers

Your whole life is numbers

It starts the moment you are born,
a size a weight.


They tell you have to have so many of this, so many of that


This milk, that milk.
This food, that food a balanced diet

You have to comply


This is the myth they would have us believe


But once past 12 the system leaves


It leaves the model nutritional path


Instead becomes a media plan


When a young girl diets to a size 10


The numbers they play with are nothing more


But some can't see they are just right!


OK correct a pretty sight


To some poor young minds it is so much more.


An 8 a 6 or maybe a 4


How far do you go to be just right, till it kills you?


Your born complete with all the parts


You are unique, special, a one off


Then as you grow your life it changes


As the numbers start to re arrange it


To look like her to walk like another


You sell your soul, fashion becomes your new mother.


Oh that dress only goes to 10 but I'm a 12 so diet again


That perfect body you had at birth


Is now elastic and shrinks to a skirt


You don’t eat the food you need


This new mother has you on your knees


Face in the bowl they sold you this


But its ok you’ve just been sick


You don’t have to eat the world; for a size 16 is an average girl


Look around at models galore, I wish they would smile a little more


So if someone says too fat, to thin what’s it really to do with him


If he wants twiggy or May West the go find her you total pest!


For I’ve seen the fat the tall the thin the small the black the yellow the pink


It’s just one thing that makes me smile


Yes it’s the woman who’s inside


So if you’re a guy and don’t agree
You will never deserved the woman your'e with

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

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

Why the sudden alarm I ask?
Because you've eaten a horses ***
For years we've eaten all kinds of meat
Mixed with things you find in paint
A list of E numbers a sentence long
Who knew if they where doing wrong
Colouring from crushed beetles shells
Or other insects as well
Artificial raspberry sounds yum yum
Yeah it's made from beavers ***!
So here's a tip to help you shop
Look under the bar code at numbers lots
This may stop you getting cross
If it starts with 5 sling it out !
Its Asian chicken bleached and vile
From roadside **** or any source
boiled in salt of course
So we now protest at a bit of horse
Years to late we've eaten worse.
On holiday you eat bulls *****
Your hotdogs could be his other smalls!
Sweetbreads eyeballs hooves the lot
So diced, reclaimed or added in
You've no idea what's gone in
Mad cow mad horse or confused pig
I wonder if I've eaten each
The veggie options just as bad
With GM foods Monsanto's bag
MSG enhancers to to stop the food from tasting goo
So wine or beer for me tonight
As foods now a depressing sight

Bacon butty anyone?

Lonely little rock tumbling through the sky
You tightened a few **** cheeks as you flew by
Your mate arrived earlier and gave a wild display
Some messy under garments in Russia today!
Your one of many out there, we no you all exist
Dinosaurs got finished off and I guess that we'll be next
Meteor or comet asteroid or rock
Please wait until I'm dead and gone
Before you next drop !

Nobody's perfect I do what I can
If your perfect good luck with that
Your one on your own, cream of the crop
Trouble is I think your a ****
Your brilliant with figures, that can't add up
We call it deception, you call it a job
You magotty toad you utter *******
You bought all your friendship one day it will end
Behind bars or a ditch I'm not shure witch
Who ever gets you first you horrible ****.

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!

Did you look in the mirror before you went out?
Your spiders legs are hanging out

Of all the souls I met upon my journey.
Hers was the most beautiful, the most troubled and the kindest of hearts.
The most open, yet the most contained.
But that part of my journey came to an end. For our paths split never to meet again

So many things tear me apart
Like an executioner with his last blow
When the Tempests clouds tear apart.... screaming with the betrayal....  
clarity...
No nay never
But like the sunlight...
Dances, trips in...
But to no measure
Then suddenly without the  hue of all,
is all reality
unparalleled by none
And her beauty was born....
But for who

Oh hunter be hunted for who is the prey?
Did you stalk her to trap her ?
Get snared on your way.
Did she tease you to catch you an invisible foe.
As you can't see her will you ever know.
Oh hunter be hunted you are the pray!
But only if you continue to play in her game.
Did you try to be silent to cover your tracks?
She followed your scent and is close to your back.
Oh hunter recounted oh hunter beware she just plays mind games and she isn't there.
Oh hunter "Be" hunted for now it's despair !
Walk away from this madness before you are hurt
So hunter oh hunter decision to make, track now a picture or leave this lost place.

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.

I think you got it wrong
You say Argentina we say not
You say Malvenas we say Falkland Isles
You say stole in 1830 how that makes me smile
For in 1830 you where Portuguese Not Argentine
You had no republic till 1860s time
So from whom did you steal the country you live in ?
Your history tainted and arguments thin.
Your country is in tatters so why not have a war!
Hang on the Junta tried that before!!
You will look great on TV as you rally the cry
ON TO THE FALKLANDS SO MORE SONS CAN DIE!!
The battle is over now govern your own
The Falklands are British so please stay at home.

Running on empty tiered for sleep my brain is fried my limbs now creak.
I went to bed or so I thought to get some kip and recharge my bones.
Well that wasn't how it ended up and my mind was racing with well "just stuff".
The stuff you just cant explain a film! What was the actors name?
A song, a tune stuck in my head another hour of wasted bed.
Then to try and top others all, the ghost of a child throwing a ball prolongs the nite in another's hall.
No dreams no peace, I'm withered now the body aches but won't shut down.
Tomorrow I guess it's panda eyes and heavy lids, I could cry !
I just want sleep it all to stop and please dear brain
"WILL YOU JUST TURN OFF!"

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

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.

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

Tricks or treats
Was all it was
It was never really love

Never shook me to the core
Just a ***** diy man *****
Always at her beckon call

Always wrong and never right
Never would apologise

Till the day it all went bang
Face first down stairs and a face slam

Sorry, sorry forgive me now
I didn't mean to really hurt you

That day I should have got my coat
After A and E of course

So don't be a mug and stay for love
Because that isn't there

I have the scars to prove it
Please learn from my mistakes

Today in 1963 A father of four had a dream
A dream that followed from the horrors of war
Where his race had fought and died for the emancipation of Europe to let freedom ring
They had seen the extermination of the Jews, Negros and homosexuals they believed in a better world
Yet returning to find segregation still rife
Southern politicians still believing them slaves and a sub class
He told them to rise from the valleys of segregation and they came and peacefully protested
He said the government had failed to cash a promissory cheque, he was right. Lincoln's dream was not the freedom promised.
They marched silently past the National Guard, with dignity and were hosed by the fire department
Yet the fire within their hearts burned stronger
Change came after his death and slowly

Fifty years on Dr King is gone yet his dream is as vivid today as it was then
His dream of judging by character not by colour has been replaced by those who now judge by religion.
Once again the injustice, interposition and Nullification
Once again the world is at a crossroads
Creeds now walk alone others rejoice in killing
The concept of all created equal is no longer a dream for all
In places it is reality, in other lands their only dream
As we now sit on the edge of reason poised to once again bomb another creed we are once again looking for a solution
We have a ***** US president, Female heads of state, multi cultural countries in peace and yet we **** over gods creed and belief
I would remind them of his words...

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotes of civil rights "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

Now read those words Obama, Cameron, Putin and your peers. March ahead for men women and children have no highway home or lodging in Syria. They have little cover and no food and little water. I don't claim the solution is easy but Is military action by bombs from above your best option?
The coming days will tell.
It seems the Kings, Kennedy's and those who believed peace and harmony was an option are now in the minority in power.

To close with his words.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every hamlet, every state every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of gods children, black men white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old ***** spiritual,
" Free at last! Free at last. GOD ALMIGHTY, we are free at last.

Now add Muslim, Arab, Sunni and any other measure of colour and creed.

May you and whoever your god, country or colour may be. Live in freedom and respect others.

Anticipation, how much you think,
How do you think,
Do you think the same?
Anticipation, of everything or nothing.
Is it what we want or what we need?
Is it what makes us feel.
Anticipate or wish who knows what a day can bring.

I asked her to sleep with me
But I wanted her to stay awake more than anything

I have a mental picture.
It's what I dream of you.
I know I've never met you and know that you're not real.
Covered in a black veil, your outline showing through. Draped over the peak of your *******, to the revene between your thighs the more I try to focus my heart beats out of time.
I watch you touch your body, fingertips at first, moving slow and rhythmic your mind is somewhere else.
I move to kiss your lips the veil is In between, I run my hands  to yours and touch your inner being.
I feel my fingers wet your swollen lips invite me, your mouth is open wide.
You're beconing to kiss you and slide myself inside.
I pull the veil away my head between your thighs, I want to make you ****** and make you feel alive.
I feel your legs aside me, nylon clad In black, I want to be inside you, legs wrapped around my back.
Two become one as we ****** and writhe, our fingers entangled you stare into my eyes.
You push me to the side and roll ontop of me, you sense we are close where one from two will be.
You pin my arms down my fingers twisted tight riding there above me holding me inside.
You feel my body shaking as you begin to rise, then both of  us are lost and hold each other tight.
So if you are that woman with lips of ruby red I hope tonight in dreams you take me to your bed.

One two three four counting tiles on the wall
Do I do it in consciousness or subliminal
After all I put them there! I know how many already
We think the strangest thoughts, daydreams of simply bored
What if Shrodinger had a dog and Pavlov a cat
Would science be different for that?
Did man really walk on the moon or was it a desert soundstage?
Can air brushed looks ever replace a memory of another's face
Do dogs bark because they can? Or are we to thick to understand
I dont know I I don't speak dog or human sometimes for that matter
If I had religion with god I could natter
As I don't and never will I'll count more until I'm done
Five six seven eight

They say some things improve with age
How maturity makes us a bit of a sage
Practice makes perfect, you really think?
Between the sheets do we raise our game?
Or simply loose our fear to fail.
Well one things sure at 47
I will never be on the television
Dancing in a competition
For when I venture on the floor
It looks like I'm having a joke
As I move around its not like Travolta
More like I've been to Anne Summers!
With a magic wand stuffed up me other
I look like I've had my drink doctored
Or its turned to spin and loosed a monster
Oh I can clear the floor as I listen to the laughter roar
So tonight I'm being quite sedate
No Wignal or a woble on me plates
I'll be sat drinking with my mates!!

Layer by layer like peeling skins
The crisp outer layers
Moving beyond to the softer flesh
White not brown, moist not dry
Only this will make you cry
But I think love and emotion is just the same
Layer upon layer, the deeper we get
The more the tears
The more it hurts

Pandora has her box
A place to retreat when she must
A hiding place all her own
To think and be alone

Do you have a similar place?
To hide you from the human race
A race, that's funny, no it really is
You couldn't make up a world like this

A world of total extremes
When one man starves another feasts
We flush enough water to send off our waste
To keep a family alive for days

It's evolution that brought us to here
Revolution will take it away
So hide your head if you must
For when you emerge there will be only dust

They say only the depth varies
**** is **** !
I beg to differ
Thick as glue knee deep, is no more nor less a hold on you than chest deep water
The **** as they call it is life's trials
Some won some lost
Some enduring others endearing
Often never ending
The depth only rising and falling as you cope
Or not
So I ask is it simply just ****?
Take a look at your neighbours and see
Check they haven't gone under!

When I woke today I was alone
Couldn't feel your warmth
Couldn't touch your skin with my fingertips
Nor kiss your face with my lips

Couldn't smell your scent as I made the bed
Nor touch your hair as you got dressed
No silhouette to make me smile
No clothes left for me to fold

I couldn't hear your voice at breakfast
Or the sound of your heels in the hall
Couldn't say goodbye and wish you well
Couldn't hug and squeeze you it's living hell

Because I am here and you are not
You've never been and thats our lot
So really nothing's changed from a month ago
So why do I feel like I am not whole?

Tonight again I shall got to sleep
Imagine you as you breathe
Stroke your hair and kiss your neck
Then hold you in a warm embrace

My life has changed in a way thats good
It isn't how I thought It would
A way that others may not get
Is it Love??
Let them guess
***

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.

Open heart
Open fire

Open heart
Open book

Closed heart
Closed target

Closed heart
Closed mind

Lost heart
Lost mine

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!

On the door the sign it says "Open mike" 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 its 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!

A morning trip on the 86 off to town to do some work.
The peace all shattered from the third row back and red faces all around.
On her phone for all to hear of another journey had recently.
 The pageantry of his going down, broadcast to all going to town.
I don't know where she got on but we all know now how she got off.
I wonder if she really knows that no one wanted to know.
His skills may have been a thing of awe but on the bus love you're just a ***** !

I think my words simply became orphans
Much as I imagined they would be adopted or fostered in anothers mind, they simply driffted without patronage into the ether.
It never starts that way does it? I mean we comment on something or pass compliment not always knowing who reads or hears.
Nor do we expect in any great measure that our daily mumblings will be life changing.
Yet sometimes, after great thought or torn emotions, we let go to a few words we expect will make the ground shake beneath a soul.
Or close doors behind them we no longer want open.
Then sometimes they pass together.
Words so powerful and yet devastatingly silent.
I loved you, goodbye

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

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

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!

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

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

Can you overdose on happiness and it make you feel insecure?
Can you love so much it hurts you when you think of it?
Can the touch of another make your soul tremble within?
Can the sight of them leaving **** something inside?
Are there more emotions than those we were tought.
Love joy and happiness, fear hate and remorse.
Is the pain of not knowing such  a burden as is loss?
Is there a magic formula to work it all out?
If you could edit past mistakes would it be a total rewrite?
Would you change the characters names or remove them instead?
Or would you leave things the same and learn from your mistakes?
Ask me tomorrow when the game starts again.

My heart is overgrown with climbers and ivy of lovers gone.
My heart is overgrown with the leaves and branches left behind
As they grew and rooted themselves inside
But when they left, they left behind rotting roots and voids of black and damp
For whenever a love that grew so withers nothing good remains within us