Pick pick pick, it makes me sick,
Can't do right for wrong,
Pull pull pull, it's getting dull,
Can't you change the song,

You can't hurt me anymore,
I'm not here,
I am lost in a world of strangers,
They don't know my name,
I am scared,
But I feel no pain,
So I smile sometimes,
Do you remember me?
I am your little boy,
You used to love me,
And take care of me,
But you put medicine in your arm,
It made you mad at me,
I wanted to hug you mummy,
My mummy,

There's always something more important, more urgent, more insurgent,
But hey! That's how you deal with it, so deal with it,
It's your conscience, your nonchalant,
You live with your mind, not me,
Im free, coz I do what I see, I feel the need to help, I don't yelp about it,
But I do wander, what you wander about,
Coz you never ask, I feel it's like a task for you to ask,
But its just a mask,
To cover your face of shame, but don't blame yourself, ask yourself,
Could I have done more,
Well yes of course,
But you live with your mind,

I got poked by death today,
Not one word did he say,
He's just letting me know he's there,
Waiting around,
And to be fair,
I've always known he was there,
But I didn't really care,
Till he poked me that is.

I'm a blue,
It's true,
I'm a true blue,
It's no mystery,
I know me history,
But me sister see,
Is a red,
She's red,
It's said,
She's a true red,
It's bred,
In our bones,
From our homes,
We don't get bitter,
On our twitter,
We don't fight,
On the night,
There's no catch,
At a match,
We just dream,
Of our team,
Winning the cup,
That's enough,
So in a shell,
I will tell,
Ye,
I'm not just a blue,
And,
She's just not a red,
Together,
We are purple.

The words he spoke made me choke, I don't wanna croak, not under the cancer cloak,
My eyes they streamed,  water of dreams and sun beams but I know what it all means,
It's not a day out or a way out not even when I scream and shout,
My ears hear fears, stupid words and things obsurd,
I can't be a chancer, not with cancer, im not gonna be a dancer,
In heaven or hell, I don't wanna dwell.on the ledge of diseases,
I will fight day and night, I'll put it right, it's within my sight, it is my rite,
Rewind a day behind, I was in sane mind, but now I'm one of the special kind,
Can you hear me breath in every sin, they come knocking coz im a locking out death,
He can wait for a date with me or your mate,
I'm no longer dreaming this feeling, the burnin the churning my body is yearning and turning,
Give me pills, no frills, chase them angels of me window sills,
Lights getting dimmer, my breathing getting thinner, but I still want to eat the medicine dinner,
Family all gathered round my body looking tattered there all so worn and all so shattered,
I'm to ******* and to wired up to give them kind words, of hope, I, they can't cope, it's not a soap,
This is life and death in a breath as I choke under the cloak, that dreaded cancer cloak

Take my hand
Reach out and
Take my hand
I have a place for you
It is promised and it is new
Take my hand

Catholic upbringing is what i had,          

Hypocrite i'm told is bad,

Religions differ whoever you are,

Islamic, Budha, Queen or Tsar,

Schooling i found done nothing for me,

Teachers and i could never agree,

Important exams i did not take,

Nothing i'de to to make that break

Adult years became reality,

Hoping to fit in with society,

Arguing rowing everyday, over

Raising children the proper way,

Wishing i was back at school,

Out of this adult world so cruel,

Only one thing that's left in my life,

Dreams of a lonely catholic housewife

I wanna drink,
Despite what ye think,
There is no link to the brink of return,
I wanna stay,
This way,
Today,
And every other day,
And I can hear you say,
She never used to be this way,
I'm not,
A kid full of snot,
A teenage blot,
A local sot,
I'm human,
And I'm consumin,
Me life from a bottle,
You wanna throttle,
Me, don't ye,
You wanna,
Cheat me and beat me and take away me sanity,
I can hear you think,
She never ever used to drink,
She's at that brink of no return,
I don't care,
I really don't care,
It's my life,
My strife,
I am the only host,
To the ghost,
I know the most,
That haunts my soul,
Stamps out my goal,
I know you feel,
It's unreal,
It's no big deal,
I wanna drink,
Despite what you think.

I'm run, I'm done,
Don't get me wrong,
I'm no nun,
I used to be fun,
I loved the sun,
But now I'm run,
I'm sick of it, in the thick of it,
For what?
I'm worn, battered and torn,
Feeling forlorn, wish I hadn't been born,
I used to be happy,
Quite snappy,
Now I'm just tatty, and ratty,
It's my fault I know,
And believe me I know,
I hate feeling this sorrow,
Can I borrow your life?
The one with no strife,
Can I live it, feel it, breath it,
Just for a day,
Then back to this way,
That's all I can say on the matter,
It doesn't matter,
It's only me.

Close your eyes,
Slip into the comfort of your mind,
Where we dream, drift up stream, in a magical theme,
We are hero’s, in the afterglow’s, of the greatest shows,
It’s a release, a peace, a feel good increase,
We reflect, at our effect, to accept or reject,
Close your eyes,
Float away to the only place where everything is ok,
Where we become X factor winners, ****** sinners, lottery winners,
We have the perfect figure, extreme vigor, we can pull the trigger,
And no one dies, we can become butterflies,
We can be anything, anyone, anytime, there is no time,
In our sleep, let our souls slowly seep, into the deep.

The angels face

Through the dirt and the *******,
In this hovel of a place,
The drug users paradise,
I saw the angels face,

It was my darkest pitiful day,
I had all but run my race,
But through the darkness, shone a light,
I saw the angels face,

She spoke to me in melodious rhyme,
Her voice it took every space,
She sang to me a loving lament,
When I saw the angels face,

I took her hand, it's warmth so sweet,
My body barely stood,
Her smile embraced my being wreck,
This angel was so good,

I felt a feeling I had not known,
There was more I wanted to see,
Then I realised, before my eyes,
This angel here was me,

I looked so hard and seen my life,
In the mirror in my way,
This was the time to bring it back,
I could do all this today,

And so I did, with such hard work,
Struggling to put in place,
My life now is much better,
Since I saw the angels face.

I sat at your bedside,
And i wiped your brow,
I kept a smile on my face,
But don't ask me how,

I held your hand gently,
I kissed your brow and cheek,
I spoke to you of daily things,
Although you could not speak,

I hummed to you a melody,
So you knew you weren't alone,
For I knew the angels waited,
To come and take you home,

But I kept your song on going,
As long as you could stay,
And I know that you are with me still,
And so I sing it everyday.

Beauty!!! What do you think is beautiful?

To me it's my messy house,
An empty pan of scouse,
A friendly chat,
Or next doors cat,
Chasing our dog,

A little text or a call,
Something that's nothing at all,
It's drinking tea with mum,
Sitting in the sun,
In my overgrown garden,

It's family time night,
All snuggled tight,
Laughing all together,
Memories made for ever,
To remember when I'm alone,

It's hearing all my kids laughs,
Looking at old photographs,
Seeing them all smile,
And getting on for a while,
The quiet before the storm,

It's fighting for the telly,
Over ice cream and jelly,
It's all of these, literally,
Beauty is my family,
And I love the bones of them.

I was brought up on a council estate,
I had 53 aunty's and I was everyones mate,
We played out till dark or till we felt hunger,
We'd beg mum or dad to let us play longer,
I had holes in me shoes but they made me run faster,
I had national health glasses held together with plaster,
Dried snot on me face mixed in with the dirt,
Corporation pop stains all over me skirt,
But I was happy,
Go of for the day with butties of jam,
If we where lucky, some biscuits of me mam,
An old fairy liquid bottle full of cold water,
There's one we'd always chase, but never ever caught her,
We'd make dens in the woods from old boxes and trays,
Be princesses in a castle, oh what joyful days,
We'd sit in the field, making daisy chains,
Play rounders and hido, and loads of games,
Run to the mobile for a 10p mix of sweets,
Sit on the curly wall at the bottom of our street,
Pinch a bunch of flowers from St Gregs ground,
And say to mum "honestly they where found",
Get grounded for giving cheek or answering back,
Walked along the ralla, the old train track,
Wait for the icey, all of us in drones,
To ask him politely for any stale cones,
Played out in the rain, got soaked through and through,
Just some of the things we used to do,
In those endless summers of my past,
That have gone far to fast,
But they have made me who I am now,
A ****** of Mother and a miserable cow.
Haha joking,
I'm proud of my childhood, I was very lucky.

You took your first breathe and I held mine,

I knew I would love you, till the end of time,

Every moment I nurtured you with love in my heart,

Knowing that nothing could keep us apart,



I taught you respect above all its true,

This has made you a man through and through,

I helped you with homework, English and maths.

I taught you to swim in the local baths,



I shaped your life’s memories and your personality,

Teaching you good things, for the person you’d be,

I learnt you to eat, walk, play and run,

And in return I ask for nothing my son,



You can cook clean and iron, take care of yourself,

You’ve read every book on our family bookshelf,

You’re smart and creative, my quiet man,

I’m so proud of all you did and all that you can,



I look at you with pride honour and award,

In my eyes you are completely adored,

I see in your life the road that you follow,

And I know now your heart will never be hollow,



Coz now you’re a Father to a precious one,

And what you have learnt you will pass on,

There is nothing more important than your family time,

And nothing more important than your blood line.

Winter olympics

In the flood canoe rescue,
Great Britain take the lead,
In the pilfering of houses,
We get gold for the greed,

In the skeleton were top,
As the food runs out to quick,
For children and the aged,
The poor and the sick,

Sandbag filling quickness,
We have that one to,
The army lads champion that,
The royals helped with a few,

Evacuation sprint,
Won by counties, five,
Death toll medal to follow,
When we see who's left alive,

Loss of homes and business,
Unmentionable amount,
Mental scars and sadness,
Impossible to count,

Top gold medal for Cameron,
For deserting the British clan,
And top gold for foreign aid,
Given by this man,

No takers for foreign help gold,
But the world can see our plight,
And yet we are the first to aid,
When other countries are in the *****,

So well done rich safe government,
Your truly an all gold winner,
For the country that was fought for,
You watch as your land becomes thinner,

They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,

I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,

I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,

Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,

I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,

My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,

He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,

My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,

I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,

After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.

Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.

He is a someone that life forgot,
He likes a joke and we laugh,
Not at him but with him,
He lives in his own little world,
Not where "normal" people live,
He talks to his shadow,
I like his conversation,
He buys Two glasses of coco cola,
And smokes one cigarette in the back,
He shuffles his feet and dribbles,
He adjusts his braces,
He shows us his watch, but cannot tell the time,
Sometimes you catch him crying,
He looks away, as if he is ashamed to cry,
My heart cries with him,
He laughs out loud at something I cannot see, or hear,
His squeaky shoes take him to his seat,
He is grateful of a sandwich from the boss,
We are his friends and he calls us "mate",
To you he is a no one,
To others he is nuisance,
To some he is scary,
To me and those who know him,
He is Albert,
And he is our friend.

The Mirror



I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

She looks sad and mad and bad,

She closes her eyes and wishes,

She wishes and wishes,

No wishes come true,

But………. they could do,

Hopes that last a moment are gone,

Dreams are there, they surround her,

They linger in the air, waiting for her stare,

To see it, to take it, make it or break it,

She does nothing, nothing, nothing,

But stare at her page less book,

She is stuck, in a nook, an empty look,

It is her own assassination,

Her own abomination,

That she sees,

I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

I see her every day,

When I look in the mirror.

There is no place for the two sided face of racism,
Were one kind, human kind, and I don't mind, I take as I find,
Don't go on postcode, or selfie pic upload, or the vehicle you rode,
It's personality, your charity, what my mind sees as clarity,
That you have a heart, and you want to be a part, of this world, it's a start,
And we got to start somewhere, why not here, let it be clear, there's nothing to fear,
We can be one, were not alone, don't feel outdone, by a someone,
Were unique, we all stand on our own peak, we are not weak,
Take my hand, my fellow man, together we can,
Be free, at liberty, have one family tree, but most of all be happy,
We can rejoice in our choice,
We can be glad we had, coz were not all bad.

Political, rhetorical, it's all a load of *******'s Bill,
They don't give one rats ***, about all of us the working class,
As soon as they land at parliament gate,
For many of us it's far to late,
Policies here, promises there, they don't care, when they sit in that chair,
It's not about race, colour of face, if your dumb if your brainy, if you ran the race,
They just don't care!!!!
They forget where they come from, forget all their roots, to busy filling their own ****** boots,
Well I've had enough, this girl from the rough, I want a fight, to fight for real stuff,
When do we act, set a pact, shout and react,
Individually were small, but together, Well we're tall,
Is revolution the solution to all of their pollution?
I don't know, I just don't know, where we go from here, but I will not fear,
The only true solution,
REVOLUTION.

Fed up of all this political ****,
What's done is done,
Get over it,

Fed up of all the racist hate,
What will be will be,
Is it to late?

Fed up of fighting a rich mans war,
Were not hand in hand,
As before,

Fed up of struggling to live without frills,
Breaking my back,
To pay the bills,

Fed up of Facebook and perfect people,
I have my own church,
Full of my people,

Fed up of Governments doing wrong,
If only we sung,
The same old song,

Fed up of it all, fed up of it still,
I wish it could be different,
One day it will.

I'm poor, for sure,
I've been on the floor,
I've not answered the bailiffs knock on me door,
I'm class, not brass,
I break my ***,
I ignore the taps on me window glass,
I'm not claiming, but I'm blaming,
The governments failing,
I've got a job,
A few bob,
But it doesn't put food in me gob,
No frills, just bills,
Poverty KILLS,
I heed to greed,
It's just food that I need,
No security for the majority,
Unless you win the lottery,
In a boat that's just afloat,
As the rope gets tighter around our throat,
Where's the justice, for the helpless,
From the rulers who are selfish,
What's it for, it's not life, its war,
Coz were all poor,
Not answering our door,
We've all been on the floor,
But no more, no more..... no more.

Creeping up your stairs at night,
As you lay asleep in bed,
The depression imp slides in your room,
And straight inside your head,
He starts to play his little game,
Your at his beck and call,
Whispering all bad thoughts,
Your dreams begin to fall,
You start to doubt your confidence,
Along with hope and will,
He's eating your very essence,
Your soul he wants to ****,
You let yourself fall at his feet,
Your future in his eyes,
You cannot help but be entranced,
You feed him with your lies,
Your kindness shrinks to anger,
Your caring thoughts are gone,
This is a wicked entity,
And he wants you for his own,
He will use your every breath,
To try and keep you in,
But please have faith and belief,
Were all put here to sin,
But in the pits of darkness,
A light will always beam,
There's always hope and dreams to be,
After the darkness you have seen,
So just before you drift to sleep,
Try to say this prayer,
Stay away depression imp,
There is no room in here.

In this waiting room I wait,
Morning papers read,
Useless conversations had,
Talking with undead,

They treat me as a living soul,
And that I do not mind,
I've lingered here for decades now,
My life was so unkind,

They do not seem to bother,
At my ***** clothes and hair,
My blood staines all but disappeared,
Along with locks so fair,

Once a lady asked me,
Do you live round here,
I answered her quite boldly,
Of course I do just there,

I pointed out the waiting room,
Onto the tracks outside,
She looked at me disgusted like,
And laughed, as though I'd lied,

But this is where I wandered,
As I waited for my love,
He couldn't catch me quick enough,
That night I took a shove,

A shove into the coming train,
I would never out race,
My life was gone in an instant,
But I never saw their face,

But all of this i did not mind,
As i waited for my groom,
I knew it wouldn't be long now,
We would be leaving here quite soon,

He went to fetch my bridal bow,
The wind had blew it high,
I saw my friend Elizabeth,
She came to say goodbye,

But Elizabeth looked sorrowful,
Her tears rolled down her face,
Walking quite a march was she,
There was no need to race,

I remember calling Tommy,
Before I hit the track,
And seeing poor Elizabeth,
Pulling and holding him back,

The train had passed so quickly,
And when I looked to see,
There on the bank was my bridal bow,
No sight of Elizabeth or Tommy,

And so i wait and wait some more,
For he's bound to show quite soon,
Then we can take the track together,
On our long awaited honeymoon.

My lips could speak a thousand words,
My words could tell a thousand truths,
My truths could open a thousand minds,
My mind could twist and turn your lies,
Your lies have spilled from your lips,
You talk with vile and poisonous words,
Your mind is closed and insincere,
Your soul is full of disrespect for all,
The damage is not to others, but only to yourself.

I rose from the pits of darkness,
My soul blackened but clean,
My heart still beating softly,
But still aching from where I had been,

Surrounded by people who loved me,
I felt alone and so insecure,
I felt no one had time to listen,
Like they all had listened before,

But I rose from the pits of darkness,
With my head held up to the sky,
And I looked upon the ruins beneath me,
And one last tear fell from my eye,

Coz now it's a new beginning,
Like a phoenix i glide through the air,
Coz i rose from the pits of darkness,
To live life and experience care

You ruled my life you chose my path,
You told me when to cry and laugh,
My mind not mine to take control,
I lost my faith, I searched my soul,

My family became very concerned,
With bruises and marks and lies I churned,
I convinced them well, with a fairy tale,
And lied to them on every scale,

You made me feel worthless and vile,
I started to believe it after a while,
Everything I did was wrong,
For praise and love I yearned so strong,

This life I lived in dread and terror,
Until one day I believed the mirror,
Reflecting back to me was clear,
There was no shame, it was only fear,

And so after years of physical abuse,
I found the courage to break loose,
From that rusted chain around my heart,
For me this was a brand new start,

I live no more with the fear and dread,
Of wondering what’s in your head,
And why you hurt and beat me bad,
My first love I ever had.

Help!

Sssssshhhhhh,
Hushhhh,
Can you hear the silence?
Can you?
I can hear you,
I can hear your heart flushing,
I can hear you mind crushing,
Your soul, your whole, your entity,
It was sent to me,
Now it's mine,
Till the end of time,
Sssssshhhhhh,
Can you hear the silence?
The violence, the undying opulence of death.

In the flood canoe rescue,
Great Britain take the lead,
In the pilfering of houses,
We get gold for the greed,

In the skeleton were top,
As the food runs out to quick,
For children and the aged,
The poor and the sick,

Sandbag filling quickness,
We have that one to,
The army lads champion that,
The royals helped with a few,

Evacuation sprint,
Won by counties, five,
Death toll medal to follow,
When we see who's left alive,

Loss of homes and business,
Unmentionable amount,
Mental scars and sadness,
Impossible to count,

Top gold medal for Cameron,
For deserting the British clan,
And top gold for foreign aid,
Given by this man,

No takers for foreign help gold,
But the world can see our plight,
And yet we are the first to aid,
When other countries are in the *****,

So well done rich safe government,
Your truly an all gold winner,
For the country that was fought for,
You watch as your land becomes thinner.

He promised me an everlasting love,
And a life full of dreams and wishes,
Instead I've got a load of washing,
And a sink full of ***** dishes,

He promised me a romantic dinner,
New dress and my hair in wisps,
Instead I've got me jarmie's on,
With a can and cheese and onion crisps,

He promised me a dozen roses,
And choccie's in a box,
Instead it's a bunch of daffodils,
And a pair of Simpsons socks,

He promised me a lovely house,
With sweeping gardens serene,
Instead I've got a council flat,
But my wheelie bins are green,

He promised me a spa weekend,
His time in me invested,
We ended up in the local pub,
At the end of the night, arrested,

But after all is said and done,
Were stuck together like glue,
We haven't got material things,
But the love we have is true.

Neknomination its a sensation of the younger generation,
But how foolish and ghoulish trying to act coolish,
They drink sin after sin after sin from a bin, chin chin,
So wrong, along with the urging and surging from people emerging,
From the gutter, they stutter, he's a total ******........
DRINK,
Don't think,
Of the consequence, or comeuppance, don't repent,
It's meant to be fun, watch this son, I'll have another one,
Don't do it, but they do it,
Please,
He's on his knees, beginning to wheeze,
It's not good, he's spewing up blood, I knew he would,
But then the devils been chased from his den, he's not after men,
He wants the young, they'll get stung by his poisonous tongue,
Then it's done,
To late,
That wasn't great was it mate,
Neknomination it's an abomination for the younger generation.

I want to hurt you, desert you, socially disgrace you,
Shame you, break you, and publically deface you,
Simply and quite easily displace you,
But I can’t,

I want to beat you, delete you, silently defeat you,
Spite you, fight you, locally expedite you,
Gently and easily overwrite you,
But I can’t,

I want to kick you, flick you, psychotically brick you,
Nab you, grab you, franticly jab you,
Smiling as I lovingly stab you,
But I can’t,

I want to grin, watch blood soak in, laughing within,
Delighting in my sin, comfortably rock...in,
As, I picture you in your coffin,
But I can’t,

But I can wait; I’m at the gate, of fate,
Don’t be late……………

Your not only tarred by the clothes you wear,
It's colour if skin and style of hair,
It's your walk your talk or accent you speak,
It's your ****** gender, your strength or your weak....ness,
If your a hoody a goody or an old fuddy duddy, you are judged,

Your not only judged by the way you live life,
It's the size of your house, your car or your wife,
It's your stance your glance or posture indeed,
It's your choice of career, obligation or greed....yness,
If your a banker a tanker or just the local ******, you are labelled,

Your not only labelled by what I have said,
It's by where you have shopped or where you dropped dead,
It's the illness, the sickness, the disease that you had,
It's your funeral, communal, whether good or bad....ness,
If you have drive, are contrive, want to survive, get out of the beehive.

Tina Ford

Nothing could explain this sight,
Overspills of different light,
Reaching out for miles around,
Transmitting light without a sound,
Heavy thoughts fill my mind,
Explanations I cannot find,
Rolling over the clear night sky,
Northern lights pass me by,
Languishing in this beauty alone,
Isolated and away from home,
Green and silent creeping by,
Hovering so lonely, I sit and sigh,
Thinking to myself what beautiful sights,
Sights I remember, oh northern lights.

We could go the flicks the local dance,
Walk someone home if we got the chance,
Bus trip there then back home again,
Chips in newspaper, sheltering from rain,
All this for two bob,

We could have a night at the pub, a good sing song,
Drink ***** beer, all night long,
Have a cuddle and kiss in the back room snug,
If we were lucky enough, get more than a hug,
All this for two bob,

We could take a trip into Liverpool on the eighty six,
Go into woollies for a pic and mix,
Take the ferry to Seaforth and back to shore,
What a great life, could ask for no more,
All this for two bob,

We could go the iron door and jive to the beat,
That sixties sound cannot be beat,
Get a glimpse of the Beatles now and then,
But they weren’t that famous back then.
And all this for two bob,

Not many people know what two bob is,
I will tell you now remember this,
Don’t go shouting it over the fence,
But two bob is only nowadays ten pence.

Tina Ford

This contains swearwords!!!!


Do you know what it’s like to be on the dole?
The giro, the social, the rock and roll,
Well I’m tellin you now, that it’s no laff,
No heat or food, round at my gaff,

I can’t pay the bills on fifty three quid,
This is how I live; I’m tellin ye kid,
No Lecky, or water, or comfy bed,
Nowhere to lay my educated head,

You’s think I’m brewsted on state benefit,
Well I’m tellin ye now, life is ****,
No jobs are goin in my town,
This whole ****** country is goin down,

I look every day for a job to do,
Over qualified under qualified, scew you,
I’d brush your path, deliver your dinner,
My options for work get thinner and thinner,

But we get the blame for the country’s debt,
And seen in your eyes as a useless get,
We are not scroungers and living like kings,
We can’t afford the simple things,

We can’t take our kids to Blackpool pier,
Or to the fair, it’s just too dear,
It’s not our fault the system let us down,
Schooling was crap, but I got a cap and gown,

So don’t look at me, like I’m ****,
I’ve bettered meself to get out of this pit,
I’m clever and proud and I stand tall,
I make something out of nothing, coz I’ve got **** all,

You won’t tread us down, yeah that’s right,
We got fire in our bellies and where ready to fight,
We’re not greedy for a fancy lifestyle.
The simple things make us smile,

So quit avin a go, at our worlds apart,
I’m scouse and proud, with a lions heart,
So live well in your mansion, apartment, or detached,
Coz were the generation that Maggie hatched,

Yeah that’s right were Maggie’s crew,
The under privileged, not like you,
Time to step up the Cameron’s and Clegg’s,
Coz you’ve sat long enough on Thatcher’s eggs.

Tina Ford

I’ve got time on me hands,
It’s better than blood,
I’ve got worry on me mind,
I know it’s no good,
But what can I do with nowhere to go,
My mind races by, my body moves slow,
If only I could I would leave you all behind,
Start a new life, new beginnings ide find,
But those roots pull my strings,
Those strings on me heart,
I know a new life would be very hard to start,
With the call of me town, ringing in me ear,
I don’t think I could do it to all I hold dear,
So instead I sit here and wallow and moan,
Losing my marbles and losing my home,
Fed up and messed up it’s all a farce,
Someone come and give me a kick up the ****,
Thank you and goodnight.

Tina Ford

The storm is coming, Mr Cameron dear,
you better prepare for your officers fear,
96 ride that blackened cloud,
they shout for justice clear and loud,

For 23 years its been kept at bay,
the truth is out, the angels pray,
they pray that the law, will carry their cross,
For the souls they took, the souls we lost,

Shame on them that did us wrong,
and those who believed all along,
the lies, the lies, they told and spun,
in that vile newspaper the s*n,

Our fight nearly won,
but its only begun,
our lost ones beside us,
they gather and applaud us,

Coz were scouse no one believed,
this made blood boil and tempers seethe,
but with dignity.... and love we meant ,
we fought against the goverment,

It's a long fight for justice,
with all whats against us,
that cloud with a silver lining,
has arrived with perfect timing,

our liver birds bow and say,
come take them shankley, lead the way,
and walk in peace, hand in hand,
and go to rest in the promised land,

the outcome being in our sight,
our hearts rejoice and feed our fight,
battered and tired we stand together,
we wont walk alone, no way, NEVER........

A pint of bitter the old man cried,
As he stumbled to the floor,
I’m sorry Mr P sir,
I can’t give you anymore,
Hi ham a regiment soldier,
He slurred and boldly spoke,
I know and respect that Mr P,
But I think your hip is broke,
Hi fought in Burma and  Vietnam,
And world wars one and two,
Hi was imprisoned and tortured,
And still hi made it through,
Now listen here, young girl me lad,
Hi want another beer,
hi walked on the moon you know,
ham hi speaking clear,
Mr P its time to go,
its nearly half eleven,
you have had thirty pints today,
since only five past seven,
I understand Mr P,
but sir you are quite drunk,
I cannot serve you anymore,
and you wife has done a bunk.

Day in day out, I roll,
That’s how I roll,
I don’t ask for miracles or magic,
Just eyes with smiles,
The love bug,
A simple hug,
It’s how I roll,
A kind word,
Unheard but spoken,
Has me choking,
A message of hope,
A funny joke,
A Facebook poke,
It’s what I need,
To help me roll,
An easy Yo or hello,
Keeps it real,
Makes me feel,
What I’m doing is worthwhile,
If I make you smile,
Then that helps me roll,
That’s how I roll.

Shhh……
The silence of the snow as it,
Carries the winter across the land,
It is unnerving,
Each flake, a spirit waiting to be reborn,
Its new, its concealing, its inviting,
A white mask ascends onto the face of mother earth,
It covers her history of wrinkles,
Her centuries of faults and all her impurities,
She becomes new once again,
Clean…. Fresh…. Untouched,
Once again a ****** she awaits her lovers first kiss, and,
He surrenders to her innocence,
Her sinlessness, her emptiness,
He is beguiled,
He tempts her with his strength and power,
His breath seizes her, she freezes,
This moment is captured forever, if he chooses,
He envelopes her with his brightness, his fullness, his magnetism,
She is his once more,
Their passion awakens behind a blizzard of lust, hunger and want,
She trembles in the brightness of night, then,
Shhh……
Silence,
He releases her and she is alone again,
Solitude,
Warmth and fullness her only company,
Her river of tears strips away the beauty that captured him,
Her ages creep back,
Her foundations weaken,
Her oceans swell with heaviness,
The sunrise brings light again,
And she is ready,
It is time,
She gives birth to the new,
For this is the life bringer season

Close your eyes,
Slip into the comfort of your mind,
Where we dream, drift up stream, in a magical theme,
We are hero’s, in the afterglow’s, of the greatest shows,
It’s a release, a peace, a feel good increase,
We reflect, at our effect, to accept or reject,
Close your eyes,
Float away to the only place where everything is ok,
Where we become X factor winners, ****** sinners, lottery winners,
We have the perfect figure, extreme vigor, we can pull the trigger,
And no one dies, we can become butterflies,
We can be anything, anyone, anytime, there is no time,
In our sleep, let our souls slowly seep, into the deep.

Suicide Pete had the world at his feet,
Brought laughter and cheer to all in his street,
Colleagues thought, Yeah he's neat,
Everybody loved suicide Pete,

He had a good job at the local news,
Reported on poverty, and kids with no shoes,
Told the truth about food bank queue's,
Peoples hunger, coldness and blues,

He had a big heart filled with light,
Gave all his free time day and night,
worked with the homeless and their plight,
Knowing the end was not in sight,

Helped with charities all year round,
picked people up of the ground,
Gave the beggars his very last pound,
Never ever grumbled, not one sound,

They say he looked well and in good form,
Some of them had known him since he was born,
But none of them knew what happened that dawn,
Some only heard the news later that morn,

It was pay day for sure, he gave the lot to the poor,
but they needed more and more,
Pete's head became sore,
He took a walk down the shore,

He pondered and thought and searched his brain,
Why Government people kept causing such pain,
He was certain it was for their own greedy gain,
His heart beat faster like an runaway train,

A smile appeared when he'd made his mind right,
He decided enough was enough, time to fight,
He found himself at a tourist sight,
In London town, he stayed the night,

The very next day his mind felt buff,
And he looked pretty good for sleeping rough,
He entered the House of Commons feeling tough,
He nodded and smiled and blew the ****'s up.

Me names Jane, they say I’m insane,
I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name,
I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty,
Predictable, despicable I find everythin lickable,
I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane,
Me name is Jane, insane Jane,
I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call.
I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name,
I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it,
I write I bite I like a good fight,
I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird…..  its absurd,
I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers,
I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit,
Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag,
It’s a shame coz I’m insane,
It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent,
No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee,
I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic,
I need some aid, and lemonade,
Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear,
They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I ****, I’m like a firework,
I scream, turn green be very obscene,
I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket,
I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner,
I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair,
I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught,
I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new,
I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane,
BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME

By Christina Ford

She spat, she swore she fumed on me,
This little old lady of seventy three,
She called me bad and ugly as sin,
She said all this with a comfortable grin,
Her contempt for me was clear as day,
I asked her why she felt this way,
She tore my top and scratched my cheek,
Pulled my hair and cried “you freak”,
I took all this with no attitude,
Her language so vile and manner so rude,
I could do nothing but offer love,
That was rebuked with a cold shove,
Her eyes they burned into my face,
As I enveloped her with a warm embrace,
She yelled she kicked and punched my chest,
I tried to calm her, I did my best,
I had to call for the nurse at the end,
But a broken heart she could not mend,
She helped my mam back into bed,
And gave her pills to sooth her head,
After a while I recognised again,
The mother I love, in no more pain,
My father arrived with the moon,
They danced together across the room,
They didn’t notice me in the chair,
But to tell you the truth I didn’t care,
I was at ease with their meeting again,
I sighed and whispered no more pain,
Alzheimer’s is a wicked disease,
It’s brought our family to its knees,
We watched our mam slipping away,
Forgetting her life’s worth every day,
It’s only the love that keeps you strong,
And the memories of where we belong,
Heartbroken now but I feel at rest,
Coz I love you mam you are the best.

Christina Ford

After years of torture and mental abuse,
I could no longer think of a good excuse,
For the marks the cuts the blackened eyes,
My mind wearing thin along with my lies,

The suffering caused by the slightest mistake,
kicked in the head till my face would break,
walking on egg shells to keep all serene,
Hundreds of questions, as to where I had been,

laying stiff and frightened in the bed,
waiting for the dreaded words to be said,
Cringing, then praying for time to pass quick,
as you slept, I would be violently sick,

The feeling of horror, of dread and of fright,
Swelled up inside me, when you came home at night,
Every inch of me, was battered and torn,
Time to wake up and face the storm,

with the stench of stale ***** and another man,
your make up all smudged into your false tan,
You spat those words into my face,
calling me weak and a total disgrace,

I trembled slightly, and started to shake,
I could no longer give and let you take,
So I grabbed your throat without a glitch,
And I screamed in your face die you *****,

I squeezed and tensed my hands so tight,
Your eyes they changed from dark to light,
I slowly forced you to the floor,
and screamed again, no more, NO MORE,

An unfortunate reverse had taken place,
And now it is you with a broken face,
My bags are packed and I'm reborn,
Time to wake up and face the storm.

Christina Ford

Mud is good,
Its dead good mud,
It's in me blood,
But where not understood,
Us people of mud,
In the shadow of a gas tank and born on a Mersey bank, I lived on cobbled streets dark and dank,
I played on a ship that sank, and for anything else I wouldn’t thank....... you
On king street docks, girls in cheap frocks, curly locks, time tocks, the boat rocks,
The tanyard smell made life hell for all that dwell, under the bridge,
In Garston L19, it’s the scene, its clean, it’s where I’ve been, it’s not obscene or green, if you know what I mean.
Its community security sincerity and every other word that ends with erity,
But it’s fallen apart,
Don’t lose heart.
I go into town when I’m down, it clears me frown,
I don’t go in me jarmies or me dressin gown,
There’s men with round bellies, toddlers in wellies,
Posh ladies gather in their marks and spencer swagger,
There’s scouse brow teens, sunbed queens,
Hunks and punks, lonely drunks,
Suits in boots forgetting their roots and hens in *****,
Big issue sellers, statue fellas holding golf umbrellas,
Coz of all the rain,
But it’s all good, coz we come from mud,
Let’s cheer, why?
Coz I’m here,
I’m me, me names T, and me hubbys P me best friends she..... lagh,
I like coffee and toffee and Roger Mcgoughy,
I like statistics logistics eye shadow and lipsticks,
I like bags and wags and cigarette ****, but not beer,
I’m fine on wine if I take me time,
I don’t do a line, unless I’m hanging me washing on it,
I work in a bar, not far, I don’t drive a car, and I don’t say Lar or kid or lad or lid or mar,
I’m proud and loud, don’t live on a cloud, and I don’t follow the crowd,
I’m a mum to some, I’ve got a big round ***, but I’m me you see,
I’m not square, I dye me hair, I swear but you can take me anywhere,
Coz I care,
I’m good,
I’m mud; it’s in me blood,
Understood

By Christina Ford