i am at with thy sleeping bag


As i stand here in this dark night of rain
nowhere but these hard cold walls
just for me to lay the icy drops  run down
my dirt covered face

other stay where they are placed
im hungry but i dont want to ask people
for change i would rather not been looked down on
with such unprovoked hate and rage
either way people will still  judge me
when i would
rather feed on the
sandwich discarded from since i don't know when
As i reach within this black and gold plated bin  
Whilst i was it down with my 9%

they see a needle and without a thought twice relate it to me just
Because my clothes are ripped and i have no money or a place to live and yet i still try to make lemonade with what i was given but you still you see what I've built and demolish and break it just because i didn't

quite make it in
to you're sliver spooned toffee nosed society sorry i was quick to judge and assume
and that eitherway
was not right of me i do apologise ever so politely
you may have had if not the same but worse of a start off in life than me

either way one thing we do have that we share is we both have the ability
to laugh kid,care,love and joke  and the will to share so...

if you have a penny a pound or a sandwich
spare or and hour to talk and problems to share then grab you sit your self down next to where  ill be where i always am with my dogs and belongings in that  door way there.


Written by
daryllsmith

medium lock down and i'm loving it now

white jackets is the idea you get needles in and restraints to forget
i've been here a week now n a medium lock down ward shuffled walks broken down minds
obscure thought to be rebuilt y medication and mind manipulation to a life f no trail just discrimination guilty without a reason nor plea  they say there here to help me
yet the stab you and leave thy knife o ever so kind just the thought track of a stubborn  professionally silver spooned 'argent mind.      
but these people as we,they are no long are of a sound mind
more so being held agent there will in a prison worst than hell in
place were they have no thoughts and no control but an over taken mind but this does not for one second mean they,we, i am not worth your time
tic toc tic toc "look he's having a break down lets stand and watch"
how out asking the time to look inside and find out what what there problems are offer them
a cup of tea  and ear and advice like a friend is it not wrong to hate just out of fear ive been ere a week now and i am loving it here
Written by daryll smith

Rocking around the rock tonight

Rocking around the rock tonight TicToc
Money comes in at 12 o'clock
Gone before long gouched out
On my mother’s couch eating
Al l the cupboard’s out


Rocking around the clock right now
Clucking for my white and brown

Rocking around the rock tonight
What would my poor dad think of me now
I’m even robbing shops and old lady’s now
Sorry miss I need my brown

Rocking around the rock and brown
Clucking stealing from my mother now
I’m even taking children’s savings for brown

Coffin Hurst and no one around
The dirt is why they call it brown

Rocking around the clock tonight
Nothing around but lots of night

Written
By

Daryll smith

yh its been a while
thoughts of you still come by piles all  the while
we go together like floors n tiles i kick back
and chat to you if not  for a while then i forget you're not here
then im sad but just for a while one more phone call  but no more voices
nor cuddles if not just for a while  i guess it wont last forever if only just for a while

homelessness has a connection to loneliness
me myself no only us beggars beg see this is where
we live under a bridge
in tent underpaths and a covered bush
you think should i give them money yes you should

police come and pull us and push
till we move on
i see you but you pretend you're not looking

officer i cant afford that ticket you booking
i see you walk past cant you pretend you're not looking
of what ever have you see this weather i have ***** jean and ripped up sweaters
please a spare pound please sir or the best you can do or whatever
its cold out here and my chest isn't getting better
the rain pours and you're sat in doors
me too but in other ways of door im jealous of yours
and your life please id give anything to live yours
another persons died well mk council you really do deserve around of applause

endless suffocation the lost mixed up cut off generation
see i can claim that im a different patient
i sat here face full emotion but the rope tightens
cant lie im frighted its damnation
empty and die i try to be patent
forcing the tears but i aint crying im dying
drugs were used to escape my chemical
warfare its not the problem it the root
i scream when there's no one there life
aint fair as it seems its just another suicide scare

so you are the people that rule the world
locking  up boys and girls claiming they ain't well even thou they can see the world
empty mind and broken shells   the evil in this world hides in boys and girl the making in the world stays in there shells of the hurt and pain another bullet in another brain
because one more person cant endure the pain of them selves
we all smile but we all bleed the same god speed to you all
another boy another girl every three second claimed the government should be appalled let alone ashamed