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

Her heart is broken,
But shall be mended,
By love and grace,
From all offended,

Because of love,
And human kind,
No one can bend,
This strong heart line,

As one we love,
As our gods cry,
This world of many,
Shall break the tie,

And follow words,
Not on a page,
But scripted in a life,
Free from rage,

It will come,
It has been said,
When good and evil,
Fight till dead,

And from the pits,
A light will glow,
For goodness wins,
It's seeds will grow,

With evil gone,
The light of love,
Will shine on us,
From gods above.

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

What if nothing really meant nothing?

We use this word so flippantly,
In everything we do,
I've nothing in the cupboards,
But we all know that's not true,
There's nothing on the telly,
There's nothing in my purse,
I've nothing to wear right now,
This nothing is a curse,
I've nothing i can offer,
Nothing left to give,
Nothing in my life right now,
Nothing but to live,
But what a load of total crap,
We utter everyday,
We have so much to be grateful for,
In every single way,
So listen here to me right now,
It's not what we possess,
It's not what's in the cupboard,
Or the cut and style of dress,
It can't be measured by TV,
Or monetary gain,
It's what we feel and how we love,
That makes us all the same,
No matter what your day will bring,
Remember this is true,
That when you have a nothing phase,
I've got your back for you,
Because you have everything,
But nothing you can see,
And if all else seems to fail,
At least you have got me.

Hey special lady,
I want to say, your name,
Hey special lady,
Your a winner at this game,

I admire you with love and grace,
Your so strong and brave and true,
I wish that I could bottle that,
And name it after you,

It would be called Linda B,
A bottleful of hope,
I wish I could take your fighting spirit,
And make it into soap,

To share and give to all the world,
So they could rise like you,
And have the strength and attitude,
That you have so true,

You are an inspiration,
That's from my heart to you,
Your such a beautiful woman,
I'm so proud to know you.

She wore yellow shoes on her wedding day,
They reminded her of the sun,
She wore a blackened garter,
To remind her of what he'd done,

She wore a deep green eye pencil,
To remind her of meadows true,
Red upon her cheeks so pale,
Enlightened her eyes cold blue,

She wore a clinging silken gown,
Caressing her curvy form,
The brightest white, as white as snow,
That glistened in the dawn,

Around her neck a silver chain,
As silver as her hair,
She sat alone, elegantly,
In her old dusty armchair,

Fifty years had passed away,
Like the flight of an albatross,
Her shoulders weighted heavily,
As she carried her burdened cross,

For on that day, her wedding day,
She waited and waited more,
He never showed, and left her there,
He'd left her alone once more,

She stared into the looking glass,
As her life had passed her by,
But every May, she wore the dress,
And a tear fell from her eye,

She wore yellow shoes on her wedding day,
They reminded her of the sun,
And now the blackened garter,
Lay on the floor undone.

Listen beneath the wind,
You will hear your neighbours,
They are dying,
Listen above the wind,
You will hear the angels,,
They are crying,
Listen to the wind,
You will hear your god,
He is sighing,
We have failed at trying,
And our neighbours lay dying.

They're taking down our crown,
The crown that's sat on the heads of a million men,
Women and children,
They're taking down our crown,
The crown that made us feel safe, again and again,

We grew up in it's shadows,
And so did our ancestors,
The pride of Garston town,
But they're taking away our crown,
They're breaking our history down,

A crown that grew so old,
Holding secrets never told,
Lives that came and went,
Memories gone and spent,

They're taking away our crown,
Garston will weep for the memories,
They're taking away our crown,
Our symbol of Garston town.

Stevie G!
What will Liverpool be,
Without you,
Your the one,
Our only son,
But what's done is done,

Stevie G!
What will football be,
Without you,
Your the best,
Above the rest,
In the north west,

Stevie G!
What will we be,
Without you,
Your our heart,
It's broken apart,
You have a new start,

Stevie G!
You will always be,
Our hero lad,
Good luck to you,
In all you do,
We love you,

Stevie G!
Remember me,
Without you,
Liverpool will cry,
Tears in our eye,
When you say goodbye,
To our Stevie G.

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

Don't do drugs
I don't do drugs,
They're for mugs,
And thugs,
And used to exterminate bugs,
I don't do smack, crack or nick knack paddy whack,
I don't do green its not clean, you don't know where its been,
I don't do drugs,
I don't do **** or fizz there all a pile of ****,
I don't do rush bush or the silent hush,
I'm scared to trip, or take a dip, specially with me plastic hip,
I just don't do drugs,
I don't do coke, the smoke, the devils poke,
The line of fine, is a crime, you'll get time,
Don't do drugs,
It's for mugs,
And thugs,
But mostly they're used to exterminate bugs.

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........

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.

My suitcase is packed,
Memories within,
Won't fit any more,
As it's full to the brim,

Down at the bottom,
My memories from old,
Just beneath my jumpers,
That stop me being cold,

Just above them,
My adolescent years,
Leaving school and working,
Facing adult fears,

Marriage and family,
Lay on top of all that,
Five beautiful children,
Three dogs and one cat,

Then it's an empty layer,
But not to be treated less,
This is when the kids left home,
When they fled my loving nest,

In between are memories bad,
I tuck them to one side,
Or cover them up with happy times,
I still remember when I cried,

Then comes more difficult ones,
I struggle to remember them all,
But some I do intermittently,
I try so hard to recall,

So please forgive my memory,
It's not how it used to be,
But I'm still that same old person,
Who loves you for eternity,

I still have all the memories,
Packed tight inside my case,
Sometimes I just can't find them,
But you can find them on my face,

My wrinkles tell my story,
My eyes hold all my dreams,
My old and frail body now,
Is not all it was it seems,

But I'm here, I'm still here,
Just look at me, with my case,
You will see my life and memories,
In layer's etched on my face,

My suitcase is packed,
Memories within,
Won't fit any more,
As it's full to the brim.

I long for the shade from the old oak tree,
As the sun beats on my brow,
The breeze is gentle yet full of life,
But I don't feel this, somehow,

I remember the first time he brought me here,
On a cold November day,
He said to me, by the old oak tree,
Don't ever go away,

And so a year passed quickly,
And we married after noon,
In the meadow with the old oak tree,
And we danced under the moon,

We had a beautiful loving life,
No children did I bare,
For illness came, it was a shame,
When I lost all my hair,

But he brings me flowers everyday,
And lays down next to me,
He talks and talks, I listen,
Under the shade of the old oak tree,

The view out here is wonderful,
Fields, every colour of green,
The winter snows, by far the best,
That I have ever seen,

He stares at me with loving eyes,
That fill with drops, like rain,
And in his face of weary lines,
I see his heartbreak pain,

I wish I could hold his hand,
And bring him home with me,
But I just wait and long for shade,
Under the old oak tree,

I whisper I'll never leave you,
But he cannot hear or see,
That I am there beside him,
Under the old oak tree.

Have you ever been to Glendalough,
On the Wicklow mountains tour,
Well I suggest you go there,
If you've never been before,

It's beautiful, serene and angelic,
So peaceful with magical air,
You can sense the spirits and history,
Of all who once lived here,

I walked around the glass like lake,
I wandered in its awe,
I felt the presence of many souls,
I had been here before,

I drank the waters from my hand,
I felt it rush through my veins,
I heard the whispers from the trees,
Welcoming me home again,

The settlement and graveyard, still,
No life that carried on,
Except for all the visitors,
Who called in thousands, upon,

But in my heart and eyes so blue,
I knew, I was home again,
I felt secure and welcomed back,
But things where not the same,

No family there to hold me tight,
As they had once, in my dream,
So I left my home, my Glendalough,
And the beauty I had seen,

One day I will return, it's true,
And I will not be alone
I'll walk amongst the stones and trees,
And then, I will be home.

For a sister so kind with a caring mind,
I could never repay,
For a heart of gold if truth be told,
I'm lost for words to say,

Your always on call, never let me fall,
You catch me every day,
We talk we walk you hold my hand,
I'm stuck for words to say,

Your incredible, we're inseparable,
As sisters should always be,
We're of four and not one more,
So listen here to me,

I wish for you, your dreams come true,
Today and tomorrow to,
Remember this my younger sis,
I always will love you.

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.

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 hear the children crying in my sleep,
I hear their parents dying as they weep,
I hear the waves blinding their glance,
I hear them praying for just one chance,

A chance for a life with peace of mind,
To live without fear from us, mankind,
A chance to run in fields of green,
A chance to forget the horror they'd seen,

They dream for a future of tranquillity,
They dream of a living like you and me,
They try to escape to a fairytale land,
But lose all their dreams under death's hand,

And some of you say, they're only immigrants,
Why should we give them a chance,
They only want money, to beg and steal,
It's heartless and cruel the way you feel,

These people are humans, like me and you,
Same dreams same wants, yes it's true,
They love and care and hope like me,
They feel, they cry, they long to be free,

My heart is aching for all humankind,
Words of comfort I cannot find,
I'm ashamed and disgraced by how you react,
Your not worthy of a soul and that's a fact.

I won't put her in a place where she'll be forgotten,
Where the floors are ***** and the bedclothes are rotten,
Where others will taunt her and strip her of pride,
And watch her slowly wither, when her soul has died,

I will keep her and love her, as she loved me,
I will cook clean and sew, her mother I'll be,
And for that I'll be thankful and keep in my sight,
As I pay back the love, that she gave so right,

I will cherish each moment, as if it were new,
I will learn things each day, as students do,
Coz I've not done this before for my mother you see,
I will feed her and clean her like she did for me,

I will learn her new songs and make her laugh,
I will tell her the stories from each photograph,
I will speak of a woman who is the queen of my life,
I will speak of a mother and a wonderful wife,

And she will listen as though she knows,
And nod her head as her memory grows,
And look at me through eyes that knew me then,
And hold me and make me feel home again,

And at night when I tuck her in bed,
I will lay a kiss on her beautiful forehead,
And whisper I love you, forget me not ever,
Because my love for her no one can sever,

And in the morning she won't be alone,
I won't be a voice on the end of the phone,
I will do what it takes to make her feel free,
And thank her daily for the life she gave me.

He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
He says,
I am incredible,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just laugh it of,
But secretly I like how he makes me feel,
Secretly I like his compliment,
He speaks to me with rays of sunshine,
He says,
I am amazing,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just shyly look away,
But secretly I want to look at him,
Secretly, I look at him,
He touches my face with warmth of a fire,
He says,
I am magnetic,
He says,
I am like magic,
But then,
He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
And I think,
It is he,
Who is incredible,
It is he,
Who is amazing,
It is he,
Who is magnetic, and,
It is he,
Who is the magic.

Txt me when your there,
At heaven's gate,
Txt me when your there,
Don't leave it to late,

I want to know your okay,
In paradise above,
I want to know your okay,
And you can feel my love,

I'll miss you every single day,
My heart will beat your name,
I'll cry for you for eternity,
Until we meet again,

So txt me when your there,
At heaven's door,
And I can txt you right back,
We can txt forevermore.

When the sun sets on the Mersey bank,
And the clouds have gone to sleep,
When the promenade falls quiet and still,
The Mersey fairies peep,

When the tide has left for fairer shores,
And the boats are at their berth,
When the moon shimmers on the silvery bed,
They appear from the ancient earth,

Like fireflies beneath the dock,
They search through fields of mud,
Finding objects to take back home,
Like bottle tops and wood,

They flutter on the river breeze,
They're carried to the wreck,
They stay and play here for a while,
Throwing pebbles from the deck,

Whisping in and out of trees,
And flying up the street,
They stop outside a cottage door,
And wipe their muddy feet,

They creep in through the broken frame,
Into the cottage mill,
The smell of burning coal is strong,
They settle on the sill,

They warm their fragile bodies,
And shake about their wings,
Their comforts interrupted,
By an angelic voice that sings,

Upstairs there is a little girl,
Who combs her locks so long,
They watch with eyes of gold and green,
As she continues with her song,

The sprites see their reflection,
In the looking glass afoot,
They see their muddy faces,
Their clothing full of soot,

They scarper pretty quickly,
And cause a noisy thud,
They whisp and fly there way back home,
There home beneath the mud.

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.

A laugh, a smile, a giggle,
Questions of why, where and who,
And then why again,
Is what all children do,

Innocence of purity,
Innocence of truth,
Innocence worth keeping,
Innocence of youth,

A laugh turns into scoffing,
The questions more of fault,
As innocence is lost with age,
And becoming more adult,

Please cherish a Childs innocence,
Nurture their outlook so white,
Let them carry it through their living,
And keep it in their sight.

Try to be good,
Try to be kind,
Try to educate,
Feed your mind,
Try to listen,
Try to be aware,
Try to comfort,
Feed the care,
Try to hear,
Try to feel,
Try to realise,
Feed the heal,
Try to be graceful,
Try to give mirth,
For we are all one,
On planet earth.

She hid behind her coat of red,
It covered all her fears,
She put the hood around her hair,
To mask and hide the tears,

She wore the coat of red so well,
No one noticed, more,
That she was sad, and all alone,
More than she was before,

Until one day, like any other,
Her coat of red so true,
Had somehow unexpectedly,
Turned a beautiful shade of blue,

Now any other day, she would,
Be upset and quite put out,
But she felt a little bit differently,
No more of her self doubt,

She took the coat, that was once red,
She shook and put it on,
She felt a glow of happiness,
All her tears had gone,

The moral of this story,
This moral that I tell,
Is no matter what the colour is,
You can wear it well,

Don't hide behind a coat of red,
Don't let it cover fears,
Don't put the hood around your hair,
Don't mask or hide your tears,

For in this world of rainbow coats,
There are people all the same,
Stop and smile, say hello,
Talk and ask their name,

They could be lonely and so sad,
So stop and make them right,
Make friends, be friends, it's easy,
Be a shining light.

I am not a colour!
I am a person,
I am not a class,
I am a soul,
I am not a race,
I am a human,
Therefore,
I am not a colour.

Stop the planes,
Your all insane,
Killing man,
Because you can,

Stop the guns,
They're all gods sons,
Lifeless towns,
Mankind drowns,

Under the weight of power,

Stop the death,
Save their breath,
Let life live now,
Show them how,

Stop the terror,
It's all an error,
We're all just living,
Forgive, forgiving,

Under the weight of love.

I'm just a little dot,
In the poetry world,
A dot on the letter I,
But I can make a difference,
I feel I can make a difference,
I don't know how,
But I can,
Maybe it will be a word,
A verse, a poem,
Or story,
It could be one word,
Or it could just be,
The dot on the I.

In the distance I hear them,
Under the silence I see them,
The drums of beating hearts,
Past, present and future,
They thunder over the memories of our ancestors,
They roar through the veins of our young,
They are the drums of truth,
Beating timelessly and in rhythm,
With the stars,
Your universe,
Your very being,
Be the drum,  
Be the loudest drum,
Because I can hear your beat already.

Sleep the 96,
May your slumber be free,
From lies pain, hidden truth,
And disparity,

Sleep the 96,
On the shoulders of your home,
For 27 years we walked with you,
You never walked alone,

Sleep the 96,
May your hearts like ours be light,
For justice came, the time is now,
We never gave up your fight,

Sleep the 96,
Liver birds sing your song,
With pride, truth and justice,
What we believed all along,

Sleep the 96,
May your slumber be deep and true,
Until we meet again my friends,
Justice was won for you.

For all who lost their lives and for all who walked through the storm.
Hold your heads up high ***

If you could spend a day with me,
I wonder what we'd do,
Go to see the pyramids,
Or the barrier reef so blue,

Maybe trek the Inca trail,
Or fish the largest seas,
Sit in wild flower meadows,
Or climb sequoia trees,

Make a jungle tree house,
Roll down dunes of sand,
Or tiptoe on the mountain range,
Walking hand in hand,

Visit all the castles,
Relive their history,
Sit on top of the empire state,
Drinking English tea,

Paddle in the paddy fields,
Explore the deepest cave,
Jump in with the great white shark,
Surf  a giant wave,

Ski down mount Everest,
Skydive from a plane,
Cycle down route sixty six,
Dance in the monsoon rain,

If you could spend the day with me,
I know just what we'd do,
Sit and plan a future life,
A life for me and you.

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

The distant laughter broken by the waves of the Mersey is rushing through my ears,
The barbeque smells of burning lunches fill my eyes with salty tears,
Children's laughter carries along the promenade straight,
Puppy dogs playing at the old rusted gate,
This is the sound of my summer,
Teens on skateboards scratch down the path and weave,
Mobile phones beeping as the sun begins to breathe,
Cyclists whizzing by in a world of their own,
Kites flying high with excitement like they've never been flown,
This is the sound if my summer,
Gulls screeching loudly but somehow in tune,
Girls watching boys, their wavy hair they plume,
The breeze carries music from north to north west,
Sometimes getting lost under conversations and jest,
This is the sound of my summer,
Waves trickle gently onto the flats of mud,
A place where my ancestors once had stood,
No footprints linger on the darkened rich bank,
Just the waves trickling gently around the ship that once sank,
This is the sound of my summer,
As the evening drawers near a silence will fall,
The promenade will empty and the shadows stand tall,
The Mersey will settle to a soft and gentle flow,
The birds bring the night as the sun prepares to go,
This is the sound of my summer.

Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the kids in the school to the people in the street,
But it's not that easy in a world of want,
When need is overlooked and the children can't,

Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the keepers of countries to the forces on the beat,
But it's not that easy with a selfish government,
When all the moneys gone and overspent,

Everybody wants a piece of peace,
From the city's and towns we all meet,
Together we can make it happen now today,
And make a better world for our kids to play.

My mind is riddled,
Befiddled and smiddled,
With nonsense,
My brain is puzzled,
Besmuzzled, cafuzzled,
With silliness,
I couldn't care less,
In this lifelessness,
My head is crammed,
Butterslammed and hyperammed,
Here,
In my own little land,
Understand?

The hairs on my neck,
Tingle, and I shiver,
My spine locks straight,
And I try not to quiver,

My breath now visible,
It's colder in the room,
But I still fix my wedding veil,
For you to lift, my groom,

I know you are near me,
I can feel your presence, true,
I feel your hands upon my face,
It's time to be with you,

I lay upon our untouched bed,
And gather up my gown,
I feel you near our resting place,
I imagine you laying down,

I wish it all was different,
And our future would be clear,
Our perfect life together,
Will be somewhere else not here,

I take these pills, a deadly mix,
I turn to face, your side,
I whisper in cold shivering breath,
I'm ready to be your bride,

And just to break tradition,
It's not death until we part,
It is this death of life without you,
In my death, a brand new start,

As I start to drift to sleep,
Your here, I hear our tune,
You kiss me gently on lips so pale,
And we leave for our honeymoon.

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,

I'm not here today,
I'm in my little wonderland,
Someone come and take my hand,
We can try to fly,
Up to the universe,
We can climb a tree,
Be a bumble bee,
Roll in the meadows,
Eat berries and cherries,
Someone come and take my hand,
The sun is high,
The breeze is fresh,
The river is cool,
Let's drink the tears from the mountains,
Let's walk in the freshness,
Pick up pebbles and skim them,
Someone take my hand,
Let's walk this land,
We can dance to the sound of the flower band,
Collect fireflies and keep them forever,
Breath in the air,
Without a care,
I want to stay forever,
But I can't,
I'm not here today,
I'm in my wonderland,
My forever land.

Our world is falling around us,
No god will step in to help,
We have to take it on ourselves,
To do the right thing,

Our people are slowly ruining,
What we built under this sun,
We have to stop this destruction,
Let's do the right thing,

Our fellow man is killing,
Our own creativity,
We have to stop the ******,
Together it can be,

Let's unite for the sake of ourselves,
Let's love for our hearts not minds,
Let's live in harmonious glory,
Together we can become one.

She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it’s too late,
She's a mother, like any other,
She's loved, above all others,
But what smothers her mind,
Her memory has gone down that lane,
She won't be the same,
But she’s mine, all mine,
I will take, make and break the time,
Shake and ****** stop the time,
Till she’s fine and back on line,
I can do it, I knew it. from day one, she’s not gone,
Just take a look, a good long look,
Take the cover of the book, she’s there,
She’s there, always there, forever there.

I believe in a world where you can be whatever you want to be,
Live free,
Don't fit in,
That's the joy of choice,
I believe in a world of acceptance,
Accept what is,
Embrace difference,
That's the joy of choice,
I believe in a world of humankind,
Be a happy human,
Be a kind human,
That's the joy of choice,
I believe in a world of choices to make,
Accept a choice or don't,
That is the joy of a choice,
What you choose is yours and yours alone,
Take it, make it and enjoy every bit of it,
That's the joy of you and your soul.

Let's take a walk mum,
A memory walk,
Down that lane,
That's not the same, to you,
Anymore,

Let's have a talk mum,
A memory talk,
In that lane,
That's not the same, to you,
Anymore,

Let us remember mum,
Remember it all,
That the lane,
Is the same,
Forevermore,

Can you remember me mum,
It's me, your T,
Please remember me,
I'm the same,
I am that lane,

That lane we walked,
That lane where we talked,
That lane filled with love,
Do you remember,
Do you remember,

Let's take a walk mum,
A long, long walk,
And visit your memories,
We will talk,
Along that lane.

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

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 not a click chick,
I walk with a stick,
Sometimes I smell of baby sick,
So I can't be a click chick,
I walk with a limp,
Feel like a gimp,
Sometimes I look like a shrimp,
So I cant be a click chick,
I have a bed head,
Look half dead,sometimes I look underfed,
So I can't be a click chick,
Coz they're the perfect ones,
In their designer gowns,
At the school gates,
Nibbling after eight's,
At three fifteen,
They're the clicky mums,
Toned up bums,
Makes ups done,
For the school run,
Perfect hair,
It's just not fare,
I don't have the time to spare,
I'm not a click chick,
They think I'm thick,
They don't smell of baby sick,
They think they're cool,
At the school,
But I'm no fool,
I'm a good mum,
Wobbly ***, make up,
Not done,
But I'm a happy one,
My kids have fun,
Run in the sun,
End up ***** when the day is done,
We are all mums,
Not to be outdone,
At the school run,
So quit your stare,
At my messy hair,
My wrinkled jeans,
It's ok they're clean,
You think your better,
I beg to differ, you just look fitter,
So I don't wanna be a click chick,
I think I'll stick with the baby sick,
I'm a happy gimp with a limp,
I don't mind looking like a shrimp,
At the school gate,
Coz I'm never late,
So you can take your clicky group,
And stick it up your hula hoop.

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

I am he,
He who shall not be named,
He who you will call the bookkeeper,
For I am the holder of your words,

Write them,
Recite them,
Make me delight in them,
Spell them,
Yell them,
Everybody tell them,
Link them,
Ink them,
Don't really think them,
Speak them,
Seek them,
But don't ever keep them,

Because they're mine,
For all time,
I will put them in a spine,
Make them look fine,
And on your words I'll dine,

Beat them,
Greet them,
Make me eat them,
Feel them,
Squeal them,
Let me steal them,
Squark them,
Walk them,
Make me want to talk them,
Bleed them,
Seed them,
But don't ever heed them,

Because they're mine,
For all time,
I will put them in a spine,
Make them look fine,
And on your words I'll dine,
Because.......

I am he,
He who shall not be named,
He who you will call the bookkeeper,
For I am the holder of your words,