Twinkle twinkle little star humpty dumpty fell a bit hard rocker by baby on the tree top see crusty the clown never knew when to stop.

Up above the world we smile little red riding hood should have learned how to ride, and get far away from the wolf  that made her cry.

Three blind mice could never play only hide from the farmer’s wife who was always holding a knife.

See she was ****** she never cared they were blind. Until the three little pigs came running came along and tried to blow her house down.

With marry who had a little lamb that was the plan. But Goldie lox came up with another plan she took the spider and washed it down the drain.

She had the munchies she found the roach she had dropped, broke into the house ate all the porridge ate the lot.

The bears went crazy like everything looked hazy bed broken food missing someone was searching?

Old mother Hubbard spend all her life searching every cupboard, But she lived in a shoe who would of knew nursery rhymes could twist you.

Jidos Reality 15.9.12

Passion is a gift I have inherited from following my heart and listing to my conscious.

Becoming friends with my shadow cuddling these happy days, with memories of the past.

Mixed with visions of the future, trapped in a world filled of passion and pain, one must take a moment to ponder ~ How must one feel when you are deserted by those close to your heart ~

  
To be lonely is what I fear most but the passion I have deep within me keeps my heart alive.

  
With every beat each moment counts, and every step taken becomes a different story in this chapter in my life.

I was a baby once and learned how to cry, now I’m a dad I wake up with a smile, I tend to loose myself patiently overtaken by this feeling of self guilt.

  
Heartbroken shredded to pieces some of them too small to pick up cause the memories are too hard to control.

Now I must be that baby again and stop crying and passionately love my broken mind.

Jidos Reality 16.1.11

Cold breeze in the summer time warm sun on my skin, blue sky's up above all my senses are tingling.


my eyes are amazed by the sight that they see, it feels like iv been picked up and dropped in a day dream.


A day dream that cannot scream, my eyes are Peaceful as they could ever be, a sight that's amazing as the warm sea running against my feet.


My touch creates a rush blushing goose bumps like a red rose blooming some were in my heart.


The sense that I'm feeling of everything around me that's alive and living is making my touch create memories that remind me that life is truly amazing.


I smell the roses and the violets and the sweet smell that attracts the bees, the salty air fromthe sea blowing around in this cool breeze.


I can taste the smell from my nose the seas so salty it's blue and it glows, taste buds coming alive water drops cuddling this dry mouth of mine.


So many sounds from different places from many places these sounds are created.


Birds humming away children filled with laughter as they play. Ice cream vans play their tunes the soft wind whistles through


The blue sky speaks with silence my "Peaceful Soul is now peacefully smiling.


JidosReality 19.6.15

If you think about it? Why did the chicken cross the road? How many people have you meet in your life? Is a question you cannot answer! But what you can answer is the memories of those you miss and no good or bad memories that would have built your character made you who you are today.

  
But one got to think about the reality! Outside the box it’s not about Now or when, or were, or why! It’s about hope they say time is a healer I beg to differ healing begins with in yourself, take control of your thoughts manage them like how you prepare your bath put the plug in Run your water till it’s nice and warm take your clothes of and jump in the bath.

The same concept works with your thoughts and feelings take control and feelings take control you cry when you happy you cry when you sad! But the two have 2 things in common your tears filled with memories and an Ocean filled with emotions.
  
I’m running going faster and faster not stopping or thinking to tie my shoe lace Next thing I know the thought kicks in! as I look down I need to stop and tie my Shoe laces as I slow down I stop and realize I have tripped over and landed on my face DISAPOINTMENT And anger is the first emotion I feel.
  
But now this accident has happened! All I can do is pick myself up and clean up my face and tie my shoe laces. Wants its broken all you can try and do is try to fix it or move on! Just like a beggar or a *** living on the street moving from one place to another just to survive it’s the same with your life surroundings it’s hard but you have to move on to take that control and mend your broken heart and thoughts you think you have it hard!

But just think for a moment imagine been BLIND Can never see your loved ones. Or been “DEAF” Can’t hear the whispers! Oh no feet or hands can’t walk we must understand we are all unique in a certain way and should not judge our selves’ against others around us!

Be pleased for your life you have because once you lose your personality through judgment or depression that hole only gets Deeper, Darker, And Cold then it kicks in the chain reaction. Doctors Medication! Deeper and Deeper it gets.
Your mind becomes like a rubix cube how to fix it now? It takes DAYS, HOURS, YEARS To fix it if you see or feel that hole in the distance change your path so
to avoid it.

And you won’t find the truth or answers to your Questions. Or the light at the end of the door! NO you won’t find them they will find you when the time is right. People are absolutely “amazing” some good some nasty you don’t feel it but you tend to take a bit of they personality which makes you learn and find you’re self
so be careful with who you meet and how you react in situations Live for today and Pray for tomorrow.  
  


Jidos Reality 26.8.11

I wrote a Poem about Poetry 

Poetry said no.

Told me stop said I'm not ready to understand what poetry knows, I told it iv learned my Lesson! See my memory's were lost just like its soul, 


Nightmares sitting there talking to me, i told Poetry i understand why its thoughts are always speaking, words that are day dreaming screaming at me shouting So loud.


I took the pen away from the pad i made it feel sad. I made my Poem book crave for words that make it go mad.


Poetry laughed at me!! Than silently whispering, told me I was  shouting out words that are mumbling nothing, said every one has a story on a page that speaks, My story was on a broken page thats hard to fix. 

Im often not missed yet so miss understood, 


See poetry with out me is A lost page in a book that cant speak, trying to Miss treat every word it speaks. 

Letters coming alive wen i write see my pen smiles amazed at the poetry it writes.Every line craving a story to tell.

Poetry looked at me tried to shack my hand, begged me for the pen and the pad I had, told me im still not ready to understand wat poetry has.

But respected me for keeping poetry safe in my hand.

JidosReality 14.5.16

Peaches and happy days, It’s lush; we can be ourselves around each other. Like a puzzle; each piece fits

the heart consumed Lost in time, where every second counts.

Hours pass by, A Kodak moment, capturing your sweet smile

Consumed in a memory Kept close to your heart now and forever

it’s a Polaroid picture of a sunset and moonlight just for xu

Jidos reality

Change is the law of life and those who only look at he past or present are certain to miss they future. So give me a smile and I’ll be happy for the day.

Portsmouth City of friends what can I say? Thank you to Portsmouth for putting a smile on my face, thank you for showing me my dreams **** a beautiful place.

You held my hand when I cried and said don’t worry everything will be alright. The things you do and the hinges you say such a beautiful memory truly blessed.

Many friends Iv meet many cultures in this city, nights in cooking lamb all bringing a little culture to dinner. Many friends from around the world who call this home Portsmouth City.

I promised my self one day I would become a pharmacist, to help those that are sick come sit down my friend let’s talk about it over a cup of tea.

Portsmouth City of friends next time you meet someone that’s not feeling so good. Just be they friend.

JidosReality 8.10.17

Woke up this morning to find London on fire, and not the homeless little kids with tears in they eyes.

They stomachs are so empty all they attract are fly’s; they’ll never go to school and remember that smile.

London’s on fire with smoke clouding the sky, you all a bunch of funny people can’t you hear the little homeless children Cry”

This poverty is a disease it eats away like a parasite, she’s only 12 years old and she’s lost her mom and dad.

She’s got 2 brothers and 1 sister to look after it’s so sad, shell never be able to open up a book and read and grow up to be a doctor, and never worry about greed.

Shell walk for 5 hours just to find them something to eat, It hurts all her knees, all this walking and stressing she never prayed for this.

But she never gives up she’s always strong never weak, Poverty is a curse can’t you listen to me.

  
Jidos Reality 10.8.11

Let's go back a couple of years ago! 

Spending hours walking the street no-were to go. Contemplating suicide in the cold by my own. 

Anger building up fuming and consuming, sitting in that quiet place You Know? where no body's looking.

Rage all over my imaginations face, every world that I write in my poem books ready to fight. 

Reality could it be it's left me life's un-wanted misery. Suicide from every corner stalking and calling. 

Time has gone it's run away, it's got no time to watch me fade away.

My how time flys when you don't know if it's night or day! All I need is a solution the these emotions that have gone missing.

I don't need people preaching my name in sentences that don't deserve my name. It's okay it's alright you all sound the same!

This poems going to sleep under that corner shop you shop from everyday.

JidosReality 6.2.17

Are you free? Are you smiling? Ate yin crying why you smiling? Are your tears drying? Stalking you when you crying.


Are you lost fading away somewhere in a dream crying. Why you never smiling? Why is he writing words that feel exciting.

Hears another poet his poetry is amazing writing, speaking and talking. Words are always stalking amazingly different.

Special like hey may be words can be crazy lost in a maze. Hey well that's so crazy. Pad locks broken cells, Padded rooms personality! 

Wat you saying Bruv are you walking and talking? I'm not stalking I'm not saying that you boring!! Excuse me for yawning.

This poem reads random find the meaning and thank me. Read it again and understand shy the words seem to be buzzing.

They touching and blushing letters smiling and crying. It's amazing my writing poetry is exciting. Like riding my first bike  it felt like I was flying.

Always smiling excited like lightning meeting fire, ice freezing and frozen winds like rainbows never dying.

Colours miss matched looking tidy, amazing to your eyes read my poetry I'm always writing. 

See poetry is the mirror reflection of why the words are always silent. 

Silent but violent thought provoking got you thinking is love really amazing?

Does it have your heart blushing and asking questions that are always searching for something. 

So tell me what you thinking? Writing words that are dreaming, my pen has me playing hide and seek.

Now I'm looking searching for something. The letters looking at me smiling like it's funny, I'm running but always writing. Never stopped addicted to words and letters my words never stoping. 

JidosReality  8.6.14

The Best Dreams I have are when I dream about you, because not only do you know that I miss you, I can see it in your eyes your smile misses me to.



The laughter all around in this dream is such a Beautiful feeling what a lovely memory you bring.



Every time I sit down and smile when I think of you, and missing you is hard so My Tears cry for you.



The sweet sound of your voice as I see Angels all around you, You closer to me now more than I would have ever knew.



My world turned up-side down the day I heard I Lost you you now sleeping in a dream that’s Peacefully following you.



Your soul is like a light when it gets dark thinking about you, I miss you so much and its hard not thinking about you.



Your eye’s were amazing always filled with love around you, Your smile is a memory kept in my heart just for you.



You touch is my only wish so every day I send a Dream to Cuddle you. Ray Ray I love you now and forever and my heart knows you love and miss me two.



Jidos Reality 2.12.12     “Dedicated to my little sister who passed away Rahilla”

It cannot be reality this misshapen scenes of perspective that I have.
Warped feelings of paranoia, against my surroundings.

  
It’s a circle so they tell me, of feelings so hard to control swallow a pill to combat the illness be grateful for small mercies.

  
It cannot be the world as it really is this void of depression that surfaces. I fight the feelings with gusto, and strive to pass the test battling against the circle of hardship.

  
The feeling’s inside are so real, keep taking the tablets they say ~~ you not as bad as some ~~ cannot believe I am here, this place were the (LUNITICS) live.

  
Pale faces stare back at me, does he work hear? Numbered by medication, devoid of understanding these feelings are not my fault!

  
Stay of the alcohol and you’ll be alright. Think of those worse of then yourself. I can live with this now, this enemies of my emotions.

I am not all woe and misgivings I can laugh! I may be injured but I can be happy.

This sickness is an unfortunate curse but I can live and learn and love my fractured mind as a friend ~~ REALITY ~~

Jidos Reality 23.1.11

Respect could be described as a suttle word to describe the liar in yourself were does it begin?


Within our own bubble or out of your comfort zone, one man’s likes could be another man’s dislikes.


In such a situation respect is the one thing that has to bring the two together bonding in such a way that it brings smile to our faces.


Good morning mam would you like to take a seat? Please I must insist! That was the conversation I had the other day.


When an old lady jumped onto the bus with no were to sit down, no she said but thank you.


So we had bonded with that i stood up and offered my seat and as she sat down she looked at me and smiled and with a sweat voice she said thank you young man.


Funny faces on the bus looking at me! But I never cared at they Thoughts, I was happy with the respect I had shown the dear old lady.


Jidos Reality 8.1.10

Don't assume what your eyes see as the truth? You say you don't judge but refuse to read the book.


 I hide behind the smiles that your eyes see all the time, you hide behind the lies that your Tongue speaks all the time.


You hollow and shallow and as "Rotten as they come, you paint a perfect picture as perfect as they come. 


Your eyes see me as a bag of broken bones, my eyes look inside me and see a heart of gold.


My eyes look inside you and wish that I was you, but than they look inside and see the rot that grows in you.


Ain't it strange that your book always looks so perfect and new? No stains or torn up pagers why you ashamed to be you?


See my book is in the corner the one looking broken battered and bruised. I ain't ashamed of it so go ahead open it up have a read take a look.


From every letter to every word to every line that you read, the story ain't so shallow as you thought it would be.


You label me ******* strait out of the gutter skip, but you forget that you two faced so "Rotten as ***** as it gets.


The truth really hurts when it's spoken as the truth, this poem is done speaking ask your self who are you?


JidosReality 27.3.15

Like a rusty old nail on an old boat, a business class seat on a plan that takes you somewhere were the stars don't don't glow.

From searching for the keys to the ferrari that's as slow as a donkey goes, from been promised a dream that's so amazing you have to go.

People with out friends traveling to a new boarder, running away from they land a place were peace is consumed by death and hatred is all over they land.

We all have a story to tell a traumatic experience our life becomes a living hell. 

And wen all seems down and depression is the mood, you hear about this drop-in it sounds to good to be true, everybody we trusted on our journey has hurt us.

We walk in to the drop-in confused broken and used, we greeted with a smile! hello my friend! how can I help you.

Would you like a cup of tea or something to eat? Or would you like to sit down hear please take my seat. And slowly it changers our trauma starts mending. 

Our trust starts growing our smiles are now glowing, we left our friends in search for new boards.

Now we have found happiness with friends without boarders.   

JidosReality 6.2.16 (Dedicated to all the Refugees)

Scars all over my face on my hands on my knees, they all over the place each one brought alive with a different story to tell.

Some have been an Accident others have put me through Hell.
The situation was never easy been in a place where greed was envy.

Watching your friends turn into enemy’s, using you as the bate like Sharks circling around patiently waiting.

The Scars. On my fists remind me of the walls I used to hit, when the world made Me Angry it made me think it hatted me.

My hands would hurt with pain as all the Hate Rushed through me; the Scars on my face were from a story book that lost a page.

I felt like A Drunk I couldn’t stand like a man, I was angry at the Bottle so I picked it up and smashed my face.

The Scars on My Lip were broken and confused, the Scars on My back had me used and abused.

The Scars on My Legs had lost many friends; tattoos all over my body to hide the Scars that make me feel sorry.

Every one with a story to tell all over my body.

JidosReality 9.5.12

I want to Scream and need to explode hold my breath and close my eyes, and watch My Thoughts take my soul into this dream that I hold.


Cold pain is the expression my face refuses to show, in This Dream my emotions whisper as my silence screams searching for away out of this cold.


Many memory’s torn apart they beauty would never be told, memory’s as long as story books with No Happy Endings to calm my soul.


This dream is The Reality were my thoughts always remind me, once you lost you can’t be found.


It’s heart had No Beat it’s as cold as the winters kiss, it makes your body shake and pulls the life out of it every day.


Your thoughts are now against you.You Scream and Shout but the words are always empty.


My eyes see pain and suffering all this Trusting has lead to nothing.


This Dream is my reality it’s as alive as the world my eyes see.


JidosReality 5.5.13

This amazing feeling of Self Control has me looking at my shopping list away I go, Don’t be Shocked if you ask me and I say no.




If you don’t do anything for me I don’t really want to know, if you ain’t got the Respect to respect me I think you should go. 




Why do you judge a book by its cover? When the first chapter is labelled do you know? My life ain’t a “Punch and Judy” show.




Were you can tell me where to go or tell me what to say, you can try to control me with you Puppet Strings but you will fail. 




I remember when people were around you would always try to bring me down, always try to make them laugh and point fingers at this Silly Clown. 




And when I cried it was the best feeling you ever had, always comparing what you had to what I never had. 




Now I think about it you were very Lonely always Sad Now you wish you had the talent I have! Here’s a Pen and Pad.


You will always be a little bully and nothing else, I’ve got self control and I’m happy because you will never ever make me sad. 




Jidos Reality 13.10.11

It feels slow like a rollercoaster watching the world moving by as it gets closer.

A sweet lemon trying to find its taste buds, handpicked with eords falling out the sky.

Each letter brining meaning to the shape of its style as we wonder and look up so many words coming alive.

Bringing every color we have seen ridding on a rainbow let’s watch the magic in the sky.

Snowflakes falling down shape changing as we smile, the sweet smell of lily’s growing in the war summer heat.

Butterflies and Bees spending they day collecting nectar, the lovely sound of the water running down the river.

Salmon trying to swim upstream to create that lovely gift called life.

Jidos Reality 12.8.12

Should you ever leave! he’ll become a Homeless man broken and cold on the street, his Dreams will run away as far away from him as they can be.




His Lonely Soul would try to find a way through his torched mind as his memories slowly eat away at him.




His heart was Crumbling the more he prayed for his Smile to come and save him, his Destiny was lost in a Shadow with many tears Lost in Dreams whispering to him. 




Isolated from the world his Hour Glass would never set him free, Everyday was a battle as his Nightmares took hold of him.




Death wouldn’t even wait around the corner to come and save him his life is now filled with Misery and cold pain from deep-within. 




Silence was not a wish that held the key to his destiny, his Smile made no sound as his tears would start to scream.




Should you ever leave you’ll take away everything that’s close to him.




Jidos Reality 15.10.12

Silence I hear nothing it's a strange feeling when your thoughts stop talking, not a whisper or a sound my thoughts have become numb. Every word makes no sense silence has made it's bed.

Silence listen can you hear? This poems empty and hollow filled with meanings screaming loud in your ear. While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping.

Silence was hear but whispering nothing stalking me at night catching me silently napping, silence all I can hear is breathing! Remind me of the story about the Poem that never stopped screaming.

Why are all the letters shattered into little pieces? Silence my poem book is thinking my pen is silently writing many words that are dreaming. 

Silence listen can you hear? JidosReality is screaming loud in your ear! Every word that you read is trembling with fear.

Silence hush! Be quiet my pen is meditating before the words began to riot whispering in your ear every words phychoticly violent. 

My poem book begins to shake afraid of the shouting the noise is about to make, silence oh! Let's be quiet! Observe my pen in a stray jacket writing words that are silently shouting.

My poetry's to deep so be quiet so it wrote this poem listen to the silence.

JidosReality 6.20.15

Just to let you know how you make me feel what you make me do, the love you give cannot be replaced your love is one in a million.

You make me smile all day and make my heart speak, Personality and the things you do makes me feel loved and yes I love you two.

Your smile your trust it goes on and on it gives me a good feeling all day long, I’ll be more than your brother I’ll be your best friend.

I’ll always hold you when you thinking about something that may hurt you, you my little sister and nothing will ever change that.

Happiness is a dream I would always with for you, because it’s true you my sister and i loves you two.

Jidos Reality 16.7.11

Little Jonny Boy could never see it coming, he always spend his life looking back as he was running.

See his world was not a picture in a story that would ever excite him, His past switched places with his future so it could come back and bite him.

He runs away like a bat searching for light, only sounds and vibrations could ever save his life.

Vibrations coming around from every different side little Jonny Boy could never see it coming thought his life was cursed because it never felt right.

You talk about a dream let me show you what it feels like in-side, The sofa never moved he could only sleep on it every night on his side.

See he cried in a dream that chose to come into his life, hid past was now smiling as it held him close and tight.

Guiding him close to the cold thing little Jonny Boy never understood why the birds sing, in the afternoon searching for they dreams.

His mouth was always cold his words were never clean, sleeping on the sofa with thunder storms chasing him.

Jidos Reality 1.8.12

This Poem was written to me by Loneliness.. It screamed at me and said 

This Poems about Me Only Me To Remind me..

You a paper cut version of a book with out a story.

Empty like the wind always lost searching for a breeze, hollow as the pen that's leaking all it's ink.

Sad as a clown watching people laughing at you searching for you face in a crowd. 

You a stick in a match-box covered in snow, you the boy with the big heart that no body wants to keep safe and hold.

Surely been a looser is better than not been picked, you have no one I'm the only emotion that chose to not leave. 

I'm your lonely happiness your lonely love, I'm your lonely anger I DO! But no one else cares who you are.

You just like the tittle of this poem Sleeping Words.. Now take my hand Loneliness has some were we can go.

JidosReality 4.2.17

Body's numb my senses are heightened for wats about to come! Every emotion is a puzzle that looks oddly complete.

To perfect... my eyes whisper to my thoughts as they think. 

This can't be the solution to the aggravation that's been causing my sleep to commit suicide in the dark every night as I try to sleep! 

JidosReality dragged poetry into somewhere that's deep.

 It will never be the same! broken so much it searches for a solution to try and get out qweek.  

My problems are bigger than yours! And your Problems are bigger than mine? 

They all problems that need solving let's hide them away in my ink and watch my pen start drowning.

I knew it was to good to be true! Cause the truth is never good if it's only about you. 

JidosReality 25.1.17

Some days I start thinking about thing’s, things that make me fall asleep in my dreams. Every day is a new story, that’s how my life seems.

I got to close this chapter to wake up from this dream. It’s easier said than done, that’s how it seems. Pop a pill or two and my thoughts become clean.


Then I stop and think? How should I change this thing? My life’s a blessing, no more thoughts that scream.

I bought a bunch of roses and even got you a ring. No, she says. Then I start to think, what a stupid thing. I should have thought first before buying this ring. And for those roses, well that’s another thing.


Maybe I should close my eyes and count to three. Then open them up, this maze in my mind my thoughts become free. I should get a tattoo labeled someone help me.

People stop and stare, whispering, pointing fingers at me. I don’t really care my thoughts are now free.

Next time you come around and want to see me. I’ll be pointing my finger at you not me.

It’s such a funny place, the places I’ve been. It’s such a strange view, which my eyes have seen. Have you ever felt weak at the knees?

You find it hard to understand, is it all about me! I’ve got to take a walk to find the magic tree. Lay down on my back watch the birds fly free.

This weekend was lovely, no one there for me. Nothing but the sun, the beach and the sound of waves around me.

Jidos Reality 13.2.11

Why do you think you running around collecting “Stars” filling many jars up with your heart?




Hiding behind your fake smile this illusion will have to stop, falling down a dark hole the more your love has to starve.




It’s lost like the night were there’s no full moon to show you light, your heart doesn’t beat it’s filled with lies that want to fight.




Destroying everything in peoples life’s that are right, You twisted and scared your heart is as dark as the shadow by your side. 




Your smile is so sad it tells me a story that’s from hell, were fire always burns and hatred turns and lives in your veins. 




Pain whispers words that make you sick, the faster you fall the deeper you think sometimes you need to stop and face the truth when it speaks.




Open your ears and set all you emotions free find the key that you lost and open up your destiny.




Don’t let hate take over you or all the lies control you something isn’t right, every night I’ll pray for you. 




Jidos Reality 21.10.12

It’s something I’ve been cultivating for many years now.

Just imagine a mandala or a flower and think about the center of the flower and then all the petals that come out from the center and think of the center of the flower as absolutely still, and think of all of the petals as moving, and energy, and change, but the center is still.

Where is your center?
Thoughts coming, they’re petals. Thoughts arising, changing, disappearing.

“What’s happening? I don’t understand!”
“What’s he talking about? This isn’t going to help!”
“When is he going to start?”
“Where is my silent place?”

Those are all the thoughts. Just notice them. They arise, they exist, they pass away, they’re supplanted by another thought a moment later.

When they were there, they all seemed very real, didn’t they? You can hardly remember the thought you had two minutes ago. It just came and went, just like a summer storm.

An itch on the nose, a pain in the knee, a sound outside, somebody moving, coming, going, coming, going, the stuff of life. Just coming, going, coming, going. Behind it right here is just quiet.

It’s interesting, how many words we will use that are designed to ultimately bring you right to the center of the flower, right to the quiet place, right to the place where we meet, in the deepest way.

We meet through our words, through our concepts. Relationally, we meet in the silence united.

JidosReality 18.2.17

You are the Ink to my Pen the anger to my pad, you the reason I sit here and let my imagination write when I’m sad. 




I want to Rip out every hear beat that comes out that feels bad, lock it up in a room and label it mad.




You make me shout out loud but there’s no sound, this feelings so bad its eating away at me slowly it makes me feel sad.




I have no more Tears to cry i wonder why? I’m left all Alone to climb these walls as far as I can. 



But the faster I try the slower I get as weakness grabs my hand Suicide grabs my Thoughts and makes me feel less like a man. 




Takes all my control from me and makes me feel weak like a lamb, locked in a dark room close my eyes as my Emotions are all chained to this Weak Broken Lamb .


The angers eating away my Heart skips a Beat everyday as it watchers my smile fading away. 




The light in my heart is fading away everyday it’s so sad, I hope to live to see another day so ill now sit down and pray. 




Jidos Reality 13.10.12

So tell me tell me what you thinking, we always used to share our dreams together. Thoughts mixing, touching so tingling, dreaming and wishing.


Late night talks, smiling and cuddling, turning me one every time we start kissing, blood rushing through our veins, exploding and needing.  


Love’s got us hooked, wanting and breathing Passing minutes lost in each other’s eyes It’s true you’re amazing, loving your style; it’s true you got me hooked and craving.


Thank you for my wish, I’ve been praying and waiting No more lonely days or dark nights with tears and memories just raining.      


Because you’re my baby girl It’s true you’re amazing, *******, love making, under the moon light.


Trust bonding your soft skin against mine, got you blushing and whispering Needing and holding, grabbing so tempting.  

So tell me what you’re thinking, because you’re truly amazing.

Jidos reality 04.08.11.

prefer to express myself metaphorically. let me stress metaphorically not symbolically.My Poetry's all over me like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with a pickpocket the other day.

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. see hope is the crystal **** of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest.

See my Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.If Music is a Place then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

See Love is a piano dropped from a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark. #JidosReality #Poetry #Amazing

It’s Story Telling and a good night to you Baby Girl close your eyes and let Daddy make your imagination grow. 
 



This is for you just to let you know how much I miss you time always traps me when you speak. 
 
My sense of Listening starts to think as I see.


The imagination from each word you creating makes me feel a memory like a feather so soft from an Angel it came to me. 
 



Makes me want to take your Heart and keep it close next to me, you the Life to my heart your smile always takes over of me. 
 



The way you look into my eyes as your love takes hold of me, your world is my oyster you the only pearl my eyes see. 
 



You the angel in my Dreams the heart beat I always feel, the light that you shine in my life sets me free. 




It’s amazing the way I feel when you wrap your warm angel wings around me, its Story Telling Baby girl I had to let you know what you mean to me. 
 




You my everything you my world you the heart beat to my life you the smile that makes me breathe all the time. 



Jidos Reality 15.10.12

Im suffocating and breaking hopefully waiting, dreaming and thinking, silence screaming and dreaming.

Basically waiting listening and searching, I'm breaking and crumbling tears watching and smiling.

Water drops searching and biting, hunting me breaking me, my life is dangerously watching me.

Amazingly teaching me running and chasing me, basically biting me taking me, writing had my pen smiling and talking. 

When I was crying and dying thinking and searching, watching the whole world suffocating. My fears were drowning because they were always crying. 

Words cursing and attacking chasing the meaning of the memory! Reality had now become scary.

Thoughts attacking me me like they wanting something, whilst desert storms protect me from the subs heat.

Water drops trapped in the reflection of the mirror that's watching me. Now can you see? Why poetry had to set you free.

Give you letters and words the meaning was so deep. So please come with me inti JidosReality amazingly poetry was an upside down gift.

It was a gift from the pen because words were attracted to me, they broke me and held me, loved me and hated me. 

And now I'm suffocating holding onto the words that are trying to leave me. 

When I write I feel a buzz it's like a star has fallen from the sky from up above. My heart seems to rush the pen speaks so much.

My poetry is amazing because it comes from the heart.

JidosReality 18.6.14

My reflection looked at me with no life in it's eyes. It put it's hand out the mirror and grabbed me by the throat, and pulled me inside into it's world on the other side.

It was like standing in the dark watching my own shadow cry. My thoughts were all screaming! Crushing me as I tried to stop thinking.

My anger turns into rage. No laughter on my reflections face, sadness has taken over happiness has lost it's place.

So cold in a world were the sun shines all day, were the stars always shine every night they shine so bright.

As I look and wonder? Why my shadow cry's it makes me numb. My destiny has been chosen death will have to come.

A voice starts to whisper you won't be missed, you were never loved. Take these pills an cut your wrists.

Your life has no meaning, once you dead you can stop screaming. Don't be afraid of the other world were broken souls and tears have to go.

A place were there's no reflection and many mirrors waiting to watch you waiting. 

All your problems seem to be lost, and your thoughts no longer rot. Your heart will never beat and crave love from deep with-in. 

My shadow doesn't speak it stands there as silent as the darkness all around me.

JidosReality 24.1.14

My taste buds are tingling sitting Hear in my favourite restaurant wa

iting for my Chicken Nando’s you amazing. Watcng all the people around me filled with laughter and joy, I’m so proud to call Portsmouth City my Home.

See hope in my hands, nothing ever happiness like you imagine it will, but than again if you
don’t imagine nothing ever happiness at all.

Your soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts, so be the change that you wish to see in this world. You see if you ever find your self in the wrong story leave.

I find my self in a story working towards
my dreams. From adapting to learning and
respecting those around me. Learning English my favourite words “


Thank you portsmouth For looking after me.
And one day

when your car needs a-bit of TLC I’ll be right Hear to help you with my Tool Box Spanner’s Nuts and Bolts.

For the hope portsmouth gave me and helped me to For fill my dreams. Now please Take he Hope from my hands and go and For fill your dreams.
JidosReality 3.10.17

Tasty treats amazing me. So many words chasing me. All asking me questions is it my turn Jido is it me? 

Imagination coming alive! Cover your ears and just maybe you'll hear it smile. I took a letter flipped it over left it dizzy for a while. 

Words addicted to me! Tasty Treats inviting me into this poetry's fix, pens running around searching for ink shaking uncontrollably. 

Poem book snappy snappy! Withdrawal symptoms many letters missing. The Alphabet needs re-mapping.

Cravings searching.... but the compass is missing it's lost in many sentences that are broken and hurting. 

Tasty Treats amazing me.. Words falling out of the sky hand picking me. 

JidosReality will let you into a secret thats free! words only crumble wen you don't allow them to speak.

JidosReality 1.2.17

I'm as nervous as a Tear Drop that’s about to be caught by a smile, my stomach is filled with butterfly’s that have no were to hide.



I'm shaking like a cloud that’s filled with thunder that’s about to bite, I'm sweating like the desert in the summer time.



That has just seen a mirage lost some were in the dark night. My thoughts create visions of my emotions slipping bye.



I wonder why they whisper as each one comes alive; they Trapped in my head all fighting for a place to hide.



My smile try’s to catch them but the reflection in the mirror has already got them, the words that I speak seem to have no meaning to what they think.



To lie would make me think has the truth just left me, the truth is the beginning of the past, the weakest link to every question that we ask.



A silent word that slowly eats away fast, many lies become long Shadows trying to open up doors that are locked.



The truth cannot be replaced even when memories have lost they place, I'm as nervous as a Tear Drop that will be lost some were in the past.



Jidos Reality 19.1.12

Temptation well there’s never second guessing she looks so beautiful I want to get her sweating.

Rip all her clothes of so I can get her to start ******* no questions asked she knows that well be sexing.

In the shower now it’s wet and I’m caressing texting all day ******* she aint messing, I got her tingling got her needing and wanting.

The way she’s breathing is so tempting oh it’s so ****, the way she plays with her hair and smiles when we talking.

Seems to get her heart beat racing and calling, she loves four play weather it’s at night or in the morning.

She’s always up for trying something new see she’s never boring, Flip her over pick her up against the wall shell be moaning.

I got goose bumps running down her back like it’s snowing, Her blood is boiling over see I’m about to transform her.

She wants to do nasty things she’s tempting me to control her, grab her hair and pull it back and show her I do love her.

Jidos Reality 1.9.11

Life was "Testing and screaming dreams were waiting and shouting. Every word felt like something trusting was nothing.


I grew up hurting and breaking literally hating, they say life was amazing my life took me so reality was basically crazy.


What price would you pay for a smile and whilst you thinking all that anger eats you up inside. I searched and I looked but there was nothing I could find.


Poetry came along and changed my life, the imagination in the pen and the pad saved my life. The words came out rushing cuddling me tight.


The rush that they give me makes me tingle inside JidosReality has come alive. 


Do you read what I write? do you like what you read? Does my poetry understand you like it understands me?


Do the words come to you when you sleep in a dream? Do you understand why the words feel so real?


Poetry locked up patiently waiting, watching and thinking the meaning was sleeping lost in a dream were there's no end to it's meaning.


When letters come together words blush like butterfly's in the Summer weather. They break you like suicide makes you cry when you wanna die.


They hold you when you smile everything feels alright. They follow you watching you waiting for the right time.


The clock seems to be ticking minutes passing by, seconds to many hours days passing by another month brings me closer to the day I got to die.


The day when words make more sense to the amazement of my eyes. Reality was as amazing as the poetry that I write.


JidosReality 20.3.15

To express every emotion I feel. To understand the smile that it brings.


To cry at the thought, I would have never thought she would have made me see there are dreams.


She held my hand when I cried and when I smiled. She never ever made me scream.


You never ever had to care for someone you never knew. I’ll miss you loads, I don’t care what anyone thinks.


If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here saying these things I would be lost, wishing for a dream.


So thank you for being my friend, thank you for making me see. To my friend, you will always be close to my heart where my happy thoughts live.

Jidos Reality 7.7.12

Thank you for the smile you put on my face. Thank you for showing me my dreams, such a beautiful place.  


You held my hand when I cried and said ‘don’t worry, everything will be alright’.


You saved my life and I thank you for this and I pray and hope you get your every wish.  


The things you did and the things you said, such a beautiful memory, truly blessed.


I wrote this poem saying thank you for everything you did, you will be missed.
Your friend,  Majid.

Jidos Reality 16.6.11

Not a problem that’s okay not to worry as long as you happy what else can I say, as long as you smile I’ll always be happy in twisted way.

Like making toast and freezing it for another day, Dammm that was mad you were crazy in a different way.

We were mixed like a bag of nuts our world always moved so fast, like water coming around getting lost moving too fast.

Whilst you try to read a book you know nothing about, you used to shout out loud every time the world tried to play.

Our thoughts became confused, mentally abused, the look in your eyes has me feeling weak deep within in-side.

Here’s a couple of cuddles and some smiles to make you feel nice that’s okay you don’t have to say.

You don’t even have to speak or show me what you think, I’ll hold on to your lonely heart and listen to it beat.

Jidos Reality

If only they could understand were I've been and how far I've come, this smile on my face is a Polarod Picture full of fun.



With love and cuddles there’s always a shoulder for you to cry on, it’s amazing because The Last Piece to my puzzle has been found.



I love my x-box the adventure in this game has just begun, got the keys to the Bat Mobile Gotham City here I come.



See the Joker thinks his funny until Robin comes along, my heart is like a diamond it sparkles all day long.



My smile is a memory that catchers you when you fall, I'm strong and I'm a leader and I’ll always be there when you need me.



My I-pad has an app that’s so relaxing when I need it, I'm **** and I'm Naughty I love teasing as you please me.



Hears the key to my heart love it as you become part of my destiny.



This poem I wrote for my friend “K J Phillips”



Jidos Reality  1.11.12

They say Poetry can alter moods and Talk to you, It can take a Word and make it get through to you.


Make you understand this Imagination that’s so Close to you, forever word Spoken sometimes a heart is broken.


Poetry is Deep it starts because your heart is soul searching for something that’s Amazing  to the Questions that you asking.


Creating a Dream that all your wishes come out Rushing with this Pen and Pad I can express myself I can let you know if I’m Happy or Sad.


I can take a Word and bring Meaning to it I can make you understand what it means to me.


You can Read it all day I’ll be Writing all Night. And by the Time I finish this  Page would have come alive. I hope you like my Poetry loads because it’s the only talent I got this world to show.


So Please hold your Breath whilst I Read to You Take this Pen I’m holding let me give it to you.


This is my type of Poetry and I Thank You.


Jidos Reality 2.9.11

Think you’ve been through hell? Let me tell you a story that I think I should tell, this aint a pretty world when you living in hell.

No washing machine to wash your clothes because they smell the things I’ve been through were so hard can you tell.

Had nothing to eat had no body to tell, only ever lied had no one I could tell, the problems in my life that were crazy made me feeling so sad.

I hope you happy and you glad, Aint paid my rent for months now my landlords going mad, no I’m not greedy I’m just puzzled I’m sad.

I tried to get a Job but no interview because i smell, no work experience check my c.v its blank.

Can’t wait for my dinner got some backed beans in a can, as for desert well that’s what you get for living in hell.

So that’s my story that I felt I should tell.

Jidos Reality 9.8.11

Look at a picture of your self in the dark everything will be turning over, no body cares you always thought that.


I was always a Lost Soul always searching for love, creating words and situations that would always turn on the light of random pictures my eyes see.


Making my heart beat never stopping, like the sea with the wind blowing confusing the weather whilst I’m rowing in my little boat.



The birds flying above the water safe from the emotion we feel called fear, we are our own Artist painting pictures we want this world to see.


This little Light of Mine always shines but not for me, my days have long minutes and plenty seconds running away from me.


Every step that I take makes My Destiny run away, hide and sick is the game I have to loose if I want to play.


Take a look at a picture of your self in the dark everyday.


Jidos Reality. 20.3.13

Happiness is the most amazing memory, It’s the life to our hearts the imagination to our dreams.
  


The smile to our Tears everything our memory thinks, and when death comes we may leave the rest to our Guardian Angel.  
  


Who’s destiny is to help us back to the other world we came from to rest in our Cradle a place where we could be our selves.
  


And not worry if our personality’s will be taken, a place where Soul Searching becomes a thought not so easily mistaken.
  


Imagination dreaming fast catching this memory our destiny has taken, the past now has a meaning it now makes scene’s to what I'm feeling.
  


The future was always waiting for This Memory to come and take it, Happiness may be amazing but when it’s gone Anger will satisfy your Reflections craving.
  

Jidos Reality 6.2.13

With My Hands on my Head my head to the pillow the pains so deep like a Cold Winters Willow.

In my mind I’m a fighter My Hearts the lighter my soul sparks it up like a fluid lighter.

This Poem Isn’t for you it’s for me Reality is Twisted it will never set you free, a poet suffering with arthritis for every word spoken an emotion starts to think.

And brings out everything at the moment that I think, I’ll be self-destructing mind blowing crushing Poetry searching because they never saw what I could see.

My Pen. wasn’t lazy it learned lessons from the words it had created, it gets a “Rush” every time my hand picks it up to Create Poetry from the heart.

It has a life of its own every Letter picks it’s Poem, every Word has a Sound that the pen helps bring out.

JidosReality 5.5.13

Take a moment once in a while, to pause to breath reflect and smile. Let’s all stand tall with respect and pride. And make Portsmouth’s Hero Lord Nelson proud as he watchers his beautiful city smile.

Take my hands and let’s climb up the spinnaker tower, Think happy thoughts and look around.Thank you to Portsmouth City for welcoming me me into this amazing town. Take a run down the sea front pass Clarence pier.

Feel the sun on your face your feet on the ground. Count the stars and examine the sky. Catch the rain and watch the birds fly.

Make something from silence let words lift your soul, and explore every sweet bit of your beautiful soul. My life cuddles destiny and bought me to this place where I was meant to be.

The Gloves on my hands meditating in this boxing ring, my future whispering to my thoughts as I think. Determination and hard work early morning starts.

I will start from the bottom and work my way to the top. Heart beating fast many emotions trying to get out. My thoughts whispering to me.

Float like a Butterfly sting like a Bee” for you are a champion a role model the world needs to see. Inspired by the greats~ Lord Nelson- Mohamed Ali.

So follow your dreams and never give up, and always work hard, your day will arrive at the right time. Remember your stars always shining to bright up the night.

JidosReality 5.10.17

Through thick and thin pennies over taking this piggy bank bin, still living in the gutter were the waste man lives.

Overdraft has the bank got you searching for change, for many penny’s” paper chasing for tobacco that I need to roll.

Had wash because I’m in a rush, I really miss soaking up when I’m  washing needing a bath.

Off to do my shopping won’t you wish me good luck, I had to budget with this £5 pounds i just won on a scratch card.

It won’t take me far but it will stop my stomach from feeling like it’s been torn up into many little looking scars.

It will stop my stomach from rumbling just before it thinks it’s going to starve, I don’t really know where to start this situation hurts me so much.

Searching for some hope that’s lost some were in the dark through thick and thin living a life that’s full of sin.

Searching for left over’s going through my neighbor’s bin.

Jidos Reality 22.7.12