I leave for a while and try to look ahead
But there's this little voice saying remember what you've left
There's always something that resides at the back of my mind.
It's constant.
It's you.

Procrastinate to irritate
Aggravate to agitate
Treading on thin ice
Are these malingering time wasters of life

Festering in ignorance
Frolicking in abstinence
Wading in their excrement are these malingering time wasters of life.

Arrogance in abundance
Subtlety null and void
Unwittingly self confident are these malingering time wasters of life

Belligerent in the face of peace
Weary to face their fears
Blasé about things that matter are these malingering time wasters of life

Malingering becomes
Mal'ignorance
Mal'ignorance becomes M'alone
Therefore the malingering time wasters shall forever this earth roam.

If love was a hat, I'd wear it
If love was a sweet, I'd share it
If love was cold, I'd keep it warm
If love was homeless, I'd shelter it

If love got angry, I'd calm it down
If love was sad, I'd turn the frown around
If love got ill, I'd restore its health
If love was poor, I'd share my wealth
If love felt grief ,I'd give it my shoulder

If love asked me for anything,
If love requested a single ring.
If love wished for a happily ever after.
If love desired just one small kiss.
If love wanted me, I wouldn't miss
the chance for love to be returned

**I will leave no stone unturned.

Heaven is up
Hell is down
She'll send you crazy
He'll send you round

Up are the birds
Up is the sky
Up theres a rainbow
Up there I can fly

Down with angst
Down with deceit
Down with rules
Down to a beat

Crazy in love
Crazy like me
Crazy for you
Crazy, crazy.

Round the twist
Round the bend
Round the corner
And round again

Heaven is up
Hell is down
She'll send you crazy
He'll send you round.

Just like an addiction
The need for a fix controls
The line between 'need' and 'want' blurs, more often than a clock ticks.

The quest for the dream is a time consuming process

Unknown obstacles will discourage,
Past experiences shall hinder,
Repressed emotion comes to the forefront of your mind,
Blinded.
Opportunities pass you by.

Yet the quest for the dream stays strong

Battling through blockades
Climbing over walls
Stumbling on rubble
Always regaining the ability to stand tall

The quest for the dream is a endurance race

Nearing your goal,
with the final onslaught to endure
and the last hurdle to leap
Persistence is to be used in excess
And you've risen from the deep.

The quest for the dream is a time consuming process
So stay strong, and stand up tall
against whatever comes your way.
Our dreams are achievable.

Given grief and condescension
for the pleasure of a trip
Down spoken, down trodden
Trying to get to grips
Don't really need to take this ****,
It's been blown out of proportion
How can you tell me where I went wrong
Get the ******* your throne
And try listening to our song
We are trying our hardest,
We are working for your gain,
If you do not want to respect us,
That has been made plain
But we are here
For a reason and that reason still remains
So let us get on with our job
And not hear you complain, complain complain.

A friend can be many things;
Someone whose, close at hand
Someone who, will always help you
through troubles you can't stand.
Can't bare to face ,
Don't want to speak of.
These are the friends that dreams are made of.
But also friends can be made up of memories from the past.
Those strong enough to stand the test of time...
those memories that last
So even if you have a friend, someone whose life may not cross your path
You can still always think back on the times.
the times they made you laugh
Because what are friends for, other than to cheer you up when in need.
As if they are able to do it from a distance,
that is a true friend indeed.

Grumpy ****, grumpy ***
There's no need to feel this way
Turn your frown upside down
and get on with your day
I may not be there to cheer you up
but God I'll try my hardest
I'll send as many kisses and as many hugs as I can
Just try to stop being a grumpy ****
Missus Grumpy ***.

Can you beat the thought monster that keeps you awake at night?
Gives you lots to think about before you're out like light
Wakes you up in a hurry, thinking you left the cooker on
Quick, jump out of bed, and what do you know?
You're wrong.

The thought monster plagues you throughout the night with doubt
But sometimes the thought monster is nice to have about
He makes you remember, reminisce, think way back when.
But other times he's nasty and gives you nightmares again
If only there was an off button for this dreaded beast
If only we could feed him doubts to think of before he sleeps.
But... Maybe he is lonely, and no one thinks of him
He's just trying to be friendly, trying to fit in.
The thought monster may come to visit sometime in the day.
Yet we have things to occupy us so he gets pushed away
So spare a little moment before you go to sleep, and think of the thought monster and give him some thoughts to eat.
Then whilst he is busy, shut your eyes, and go to sleep
As when you are already out the thought monster is beat.

As dry as a landslide
As moist as a flood
Feeling extreme
But not sure what's what

Can't relax like a panda
Can't sleep like a sloth
Feel more often than not
Like a light deprived moth

Eyes feel heavy
But not with weight of sleep
Body feels disjointed through lack of meat
Diet is appalling
Sleeping pattern is so bad
Feeling like half the person that I was.

You're as sweet as strawberries
You're as fruity as white wine
You're as elegant as a red rose
God I wish you were mine
I love your cheeks,
I love you smile,
I love your eyes
gazing deep into mine
I think of you hourly,
I miss you daily,
I dream of you nightly,
You drive me crazy
What I would give to see you.
What I would endure to hug you.
What I would go through to kiss you.
If you k we you'd think I was crazy.

It happened again and was exactly the same
the place,
the feelings,
the kiss.
I was unsure if it was as before
But it seemed like it had developed
The passion had grown and emotions were shown
It felt like a granted wish

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

This time, I thought it was for real.
The words we used
The things we felt
The looks we shared were strong
But a cloud passes over me blowing about all these doubts

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

It was suppose to be different this time around
We expressed ourselves
We spoke out minds
We confided in each other deeply
Yet somehow it feels like I must have been mistaken
These were just motions for you as how can you lie to yourself daily

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

The change hasn't come and unsure that it will
I've had to make a stand
I wish my standpoint was stronger and it stood for what I truly want
But each time that I've tried
I feel pushed aside
So don't know what to do

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

If the words uttered were just for effect, they have certainly worked their way
I can not go without a thought of you crossing my mind at all
Minutes go by, hours tot up and days they seem so long

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
With no change in the cards

I don't want to make myself believe that feeling we had was fake
When to me it felt so strong
I would trade anything to go back to that moment
But I'm not sure you would

I thought it was love
The passion was there
The intimacy so true
But alone I am still
And you are with him
Because that's what I have been dealt.

Fear, anguish, apprehension
even a blunt butter knife could cut this tension
Despair, regret, repressed emotion
at no point is life a calm ocean
Anger, rage and also fury
at these times its best to ignore me
But happiness, joy and cheerful laughter
these are things that I am after
Admiration, companionship, love and friends
Keep life on a level until the end.

Once upon a time in the land of Flynn
Lived the happy little elf called George
Now George was no ordinary elf
He had bright orange hair and bushy little beard
And he spoke in the language BLUB
Now Flynn was a marvellous town
With trees and rivers all around
But then one day the trees went away
And left little George feeling down
He hoped and dreamed
For what it seemed
Only a miracle could cure
But by the end of the day the trees came home to stay
And promised to stray no more
So the elf called George was happy again
And in the those trees he would play
But those sneaky little trees are trees who tease
And were only play hide and seek that day.

Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful smile made by god
This is the face of my true love

Her eyes bring me up from a world beneath
Her touch warms my heart and abolishes grief
Her lips, her lips lay on a feeling only I know
And her smile makes all my happiness grow

Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful smile made by god
This is the face of my true love

Her voice is unique and sounds as sweet as a dove
Her body, her body it just oozes love
Her nose is petit and cute
My love comes from one place and she is the root

Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful person made by god
This feeling I am feeling is
True Love.

I remember the times we had
the love between us
a dad and his son
fooling around and having fun
the football games in the hall
the family holidays
the time we got stuck in the snow
family holidays in Scarborough
playing football with the club
playing football in the hall
with a spongy ball
a bust old door for a goal
Christmas’s at my aunties
playing Pictionary
the parents were really competitive
them times have passed now
and I know it will never be the same
dads died and I can’t change that
but every hour of everyday adds a
memory to the times we had.

With you beside me, I know that I can't come to any harm
With you close at hand, I know that I will always be warm
With you wrapped around me, I know that I'll be safe
You are my Comfort Blanket and next to me is your place
With my hand, I feel your softness and feel tenderness towards you
With my eyes, I see you beauty and sense you don't agree at all
But you're my Comfort Blanket and you don't know what I see
I see a beautiful person with whom I feel safe, I feel the warmth that we share whenever we embrace
I know that I'll never let you come to harm
Because you, my comfort blanket belong upon my arm

Wake up from a dream
To find yourself alone
Sat in a bed
In a place that you call home
Yet home is not a building, a shelter or a hive
Home is were you should feel safe, warm and alive
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart it lives with you
They say home is where the heart is
And I speak these words true
Home is where I lay my hat, my shoes, my coat, my head
Home is not really all that
Just a roof, walls and a bed
Without the warmth of another my house would just sit bare
A sturdy structure with no-one to care
So sturdy becomes stable, then stable to forlorn
Deserted and derelict
Until another is foresworn
Foresworn into the structure
The structure of my house
The structure of my life
And what I’m about
With the warmth of another it is derelict no more
It begins a decoration, a restoration, a change
A change for the better
The better of my heart
The change for one other and the chance for
A life to start.

Wish upon a star
Or candles on a cake
Wish for a better life
Wish upon your fate
Wish that you made a better choice the wish before
Wish that you could wish that wish once more
Wish for everything to become all right
Wishes upon wishes used every day and night
Life ain’t something you can just wish away
Life is a thing that you live day by day
Life goes on, and wishes are just dreams
Life is real, and granted wishes will never mean
That your life will go sailing on the calm,
Wishes can’t stop you coming to harm
Harmed in feelings or physically either
Wishes won’t help you, not from either
So don’t make a wish or a promise you can’t keep
Don’t believe in fate, or always make the peace.
Just let life settle out the bad parts
Because when it comes down to it a wish can’t mend a heart
But time can and that’s what we get in life
So don’t make a wish
Just go.
Make your Life.

A solitary tree exists in the centre of a barley wheat field
No one sits for miles
So no one cares how he feels
He grew from a seed till he stood tall and strong
But no seed grew beside him
He was all alone

Seasons would pass and crops would be sewn
Leaves would be shed and again they'd be grown
A lowly old oak tree he began to become
Then one day something happened under the surface

A seed started rooting before it had sprout
The ground opened up and the sprout shooted out
Now the oak he had company above the soil
But the sprout she was struggling through times of toil
She was straining hard to get sun and water
The oak soaked it up before it could fall to her

But down below, underground, something stirred
The roots of the oak began to move like a worm
They wriggled and writhed through the soil to the top
Where, as if though by nature an innate ability had been drawn
The roots of the oak tried to keep the sprouts roots warm
Just like a parent would for its child
The oak shared nutrients with the rest of the field

So; the water he drank would be evenly shared,
The sun he soaked up its warmth would be spread
The sprout it was grateful and soon, it did grow
And beneath the big oak, some care it did show
For when the oaks branches began to bend
They were given support from the branch of a friend

The roots underneath entwined and linked
But to the naked eye you'd have to think
Was the oak still alone?
Did he feel pushed aside?
Would this small tree last?
Or would it just die?

But look you, to this field of barley wheat today
An there sits two trees
Together, I'd say
For the oak had, some company
The little tree, had a friend
And the roots of these two, were linked
End to end