Pangs of guilt in my heart.
I do have compassion
Well that's a start

Is it selfish to make people happy
if it makes me feel good?
Am i doing it for them,
or am i doing it for me?
If i feel deep joy at other peoples pain,
but i help them anyway,
would that make me a good person?

World Weary And Walking Dead
I Have Outstayed My Welcome
It's Time For Bed

Head hunched forward,
Brain plugged in,
Cyberspace awaits.
Fingers clicking,
Eyes scanning,
Detached from reality,
My hourly fix.
Oblivious to the world,
Incommunicado
From flesh and bone.

Always faithful,
Always giving.
This treasure with a
Canine heart

It waits for me atop the stair
An eerie presence from I know not where
I cannot feel it, when the sun shines bright
but I sense it as sunsets, It becomes the night

It shares the same space
the same air that I breathe
It's been here since childhood
It will never leave

I feel it behind me
I am seldom alone
Hot breath on my neck
It chills to the bone

I try to escape it
But It's become part of me
I created this demon
Now I cannot break free

Back of the net,
A collective roar
Of instant joy,
Lets get one more.

We need the points
To stay on top.
So keep on chanting
in the Spion Kop.

Four wins on the trot,
lets make it 5.
We'll bring this city of
Liverpool alive.

It's now or never,
We're almost there.
This is the last game,
This is our year.

45 minutes to go,
Then the season ends.
Go tell your neighbours,
Go tell your friends.

Join in with the chorus,
Join in with the song,
We are Liverpool,
We are back,
Right where we belong.

I've had enough and my heads a spinning
I feel so merry and I cant stop grinning
But my faithful friend he calls me back
My ever reliable Scrumpy Jack

We Smiled,
We Hugged.
We Kissed,
We Laughed.

I Woke,
I Realized,
I Sighed,
I Slept.

A breathe of fresh air
Or a simple breeze
But when Doris is scorned
She will strike with ease
Tearing a path through a well planned day
Ripping apart that what gets in the way
There is no mercy, no leeway or pity
An invisible force, she can level a city
Wreaking havoc and damage untold
No heed for the stupid, the brave or the bold

These solid panes shield me
From the harsh winter,
The body piercing hail,
The numbing frost,
And from my true love.
For she is out there,
Somewhere.

Do I smash through this cocoon like barrier
That forever keeps me shielded
From the disappointments,
The deceit, the humiliation ,
The heartache, the rejections
That are waiting out there.

Or Do I offer myself,
And risk being scrutinized.
My actions picked apart with a fine tooth comb.
My motives questioned.
My dignity eroded
And everything that makes me
The person I am,
Stripped away until all that is left
Is something unrecognizable.

I have to.
For my true love is out there,
And I cant wait to meet her.

There was a knocking on my door,
An early spring is here once more?
Or a welcome taste of what is to come,
A warming hug from a winter sun

Please tell me what kind of life form, I beg
Is growing within this chocolate egg

I cannot move for elephants
They follow me night and day
I sometimes think I should say something
But an elephant gets in the way.

I'm finding it hard not to open my mouth
But I do not like to offend
It's taboo to mention whats on everyone's lips
so I carry on and pretend.

It really is starting to bug me
These elephants will need some more space
I can't be the only one who can see them
As they're staring us all in the face

So I bottle it up
And I'm biting my lip
And I'm finding it hard to breath
The room has become over crowded
So I make my excuses and leave

But the elephants have left the building
they aren't just confined to a room
I'm plagued by these elephants wherever I go
I will say something, yes, maybe soon

They're just lips,
They're just teeth.
But when she smiles...

Weighed Down And Wafer Thin,
These Eyelids Surrender To Slumber.

Holding hands,
Warm soft glow,
Fuzzy feeling,
Dont let go.

Lead Weights In My Head,
My Masochistic Nature
Pins Me To The Bed

The monotony of a mundane Monday morning
Can be alleviated by the allure of the amorous amazonian from accounts

Like cold steel on the tongue,
Inducing mind numbing headaches
when taken in excess.
But I am tempted by the allure of
the numerous colours and aromas.
They call to me like sirens on a
distant shoreline and I cannot resist.

Once tried, I surrender myself
To a taste sensation.
Like a lightning bolt surging through my body
And pinning me to the ground.
All my senses are aroused.
I have become one with the universe,
I see everything, I feel everything.

The contrast between the bone chilling
and the soft melt in your mouth
 take me on a journey.
I am hurtling through the cosmos at light speed,
I witness the dawn of time,
The birth of planets and the death of a billion stars.
I voyaged beyond infinity and discovered the meaning of life.

But this journey has not yet reached its end.
For I know there is still more to see.
So I give myself willingly.
A slave to this icy temptress that is
Mint choc chip, or Raspberry ripple, or Vanilla,
or any of the other numerous flavours.
PS. Cone is compulsory

Many words left unspoken,
As i watched you sail on by.
Many deeds left undone,
And now you drift out of my reach.    
I could have called out to you.
I could have reached out my hand.
Now infected, these regrets consume and corrode me

With every smile,
With every glance,
My hopes are raised,
My joy enhanced,
I'm on a high,
It's such a rush,
So i make my move...
My heart is crushed.

Was wishful thinking
on my part,
I lost my head
and followed my heart,
I learnt to see
what wasn't there,
Her love for me
Is now elsewhere.

Will i ever learn
Not to take the bait,
That drop dead smile
That seals my fate,
It reels me in
And i can't break free,
I'm filled with a
false sense of security.

So again i'm struck
Deep to the heart,
With the realization,
We are apart,
The love we shared
has ceased to be,
So from now on,
just good friends are we.

My life it needs a makeover
It's become as dull as grey
But my lack of drive and vision
Is getting in the way

I seek out toys to fill the voids
That occupy my soul
To fill the huge expanse
To remove this gaping hole

But my lack of drive overwhelms me
And the voids they do not fill
My heart has lost its rhythm
And it's beat has slowed to still

Dark clouds they do not leave me
They smother all joy and hope
I start to wonder how it would feel
If i dangled from a rope

But that would only transfer my pain
And pass it on to others
My beautiful daughter
My grandkids
My sisters and my brothers

So i need a spark to light the dark
And guide me on my way
To give me back the life i lost
That day you went away

Waiting For The Man To Lead The Way.
The 6th Month Of The Year, The 8th Day

I have a next door neighbor who's always short of cash
This neighbour is aware I have a little stash
Every second friday I await his usual knock
A three day loan of twenty pounds at exactly 10 oclock.

This has become a habit, these loans to my friend Jack
I do not mind him asking as he always pays me back
He needs some gas and electric, it's not good to go without
That and more dubious substances, of that I have no doubt

But then it got me wondering, this money I do lend
Cash in perpetual motion, seems like it will never end
To and fro and back and forth for all eternity
Am I the one who lends to him, or does he lend it to me?

No strings attached she said.
I only wanted a pluck.

Pleasing To The Eye, The Heart And The Soul.
Let Me Capture This Moment Forever.
A Living Hard Copy To Remind Me.
With The Passage Of Time
As Memories Turn To Dust And
People And Places Cease To Be Real,
I Will Have This And I Will Know,
IT WAS GOOD

I search far and wide
As far as the eye can see
For a  drop of intelligence
In a ocean of stupidity

A shock to the system
A Loved one is lost
Sledgehammer to the heart
Lightning bolt to the brain

Entombed in a blackness
Unable to move
Suffocating in a thick tar
Flooding my lungs

Suspended in stasis
For what seems like eons
My body in a slumber
My mind round the bend


Now ready for healing
With the passage of time
For banishing the darkness
For reclaiming the light

Things seem clearer now
The dark shadows are lifting
I can see clarity, lucidity
I can see a light ahead

It's turning my stomach
It's crushing my chest
I'm struggling to breathe
It's RED

Never ceases to amaze.
The mentality of the masses,
Their world in a daze.

Devoid of all nerve.
Following orders blindly,
Happy to serve.

Their's is not to question why.
Swallow all the *******,
Conform and then die

Once a five oclock shadow, now an unkempt beard
This reflecting familiar looks a little weird
My straggly hair, my unwashed clothes
My lack of self confidence grows and grows.
A lack of interest, no get up and go
My personal hygiene at an all time low
So many plans I have lodged in my head
If only I could turf myself out of this bed

A new day.
The world is my oyster.
Places to visit.
People to meet.

Endless opportunities.
None taken.
Now sleep.

Repeat.

The Giver of Life.
The Giver of Hope.

SHINE ON

The appeal of the unfamiliar
Is something to behold
A bauble or trinket made out of tin
Can be far more precious than gold

For the soothing of the soul
For the resting of the mind
For the pumping of the blood
and excessive beating of the heart
For those journey's to somewhere else
For that welcome reprieve from reality
I can always rely on you

Humid nights
Frosty days
Drunken fights
Toxic haze
Stifling air
Not fit for breathing
Two trapped souls
Intent on leaving
Long since gone
Our glory days
Now broken shells
Just Parting ways

I wake with tired eyes.
But what are they tired of?
Tired of life, the horrors and injustices in this world?
These old wise eyes know when something is wrong,
Even when my indifferent brain doesn't.
It's their way of letting me know

Time goes so slow when waiting for the dawn.
These early mornings that ****** me from my
haven that is unconsciousness.
Where nothing can touch me, gnaw at me,
remind me that all is not well.
These uninvited guests that thrive in the darkness,
they **** and poke around in my mind,
  Evoking all my negativity, my grief, my pain.
They remind me of where I am now,
and of where I used to be.
Delivering each morn the same shock again and again.
They cling to this darkness like squatters, refusing to leave.
I wait for the morning light, for sunrise, for respite.

I Want To Be A Procrastinator.
Not Now, Maybe Later.

For that
one look,
for that
one touch;

Oh well.

Last night I wanted 6 inches
I wanted it really deep
I wanted it coming all over me...
But that ******* snow never sticks round here