Looking through
Some photographs
I see one of you
It was when you
We’re young
When lies we’re
Sweet and true.

Looking through
some photographs
I found one of me
Smiling into your
Blue eyes
Thoughts were
running free.

We fell in love
Had plenty of fun we
Danced naked under
The golden sun.

As we got older and
Went our separate ways
The skies got darker
A distorted shade of grey

I wish we could of had
More sky blue days
The sad part of that
You had passed away.

So these photographs
Of you smiling oh so sweet
Memories came flooding back
What a fantastic treat

Watching the green grass grow
Watching the river flow
Rustling leaves upon the ground
Skylark’s shrieking lovely sound
Sun is shining down on me
As I’m wandering feeling free
Trees are chundering in the breeze
My mind is relaxed feeling at ease
Wandering aimless as I do
On these days of mine
I think of you.

R I P my sweet.

Temple of doom
A locked room
A spark walking
On the edge
Of darkness
Bounded by rules
Surrounded by fools
Achieve achieve
Bad behaviours
Lies to deceive
I was a clown
A chameleon
Wanting to be found
Right and wrong
Don’t flow in my blood
Always stuck never
Understood
Childhood based on fear
My brain being a
Complex sphere
Life a circus, my big top
Never did go to thee
Education shop
When I was young
Life was not clean
See I died
When nearly thirteen.

Stark raving lunatic
Nutty ****** loon
I travelled to the
Bottom of the sea
On a big red ballon

Stark raving lunatic
Nutty ****** loon
Drove my one wheeled
Car and left it on the moon

Stark raving lunatic
Nutty ****** loon
Playing all the wrong notes
To a sweet lovely tune

Im not sure
why I write
These  creative rhymes
Maybe Im just simple
And wasting my time

I used to eat my dinner
With a rubber fork and spoon
And every so often
a day out
With my red ballon.

I still live in a room
In psychoville
Three square meals
Now 3 red pills.

Still have a room
In madnessville
Where we repeat
Repeat and time
Stands still.

Still have a room
In suicideville
Getting better
Don’t want to ****.

Visiting times in
Loonyviille
Still half past chicory
Till quarter to dill

I’ve got better
I don’t need a chair
Madness still lies
Between an apple
And a pear.

Fruit case rising
The oven burns
I am loopy Lou
Twist and turns
Running naked
In  tall grass
While men in
White suits
Can kiss my ****.
They hit my head
With a lightening
Bolt
The fishing trip
Was not my fault.
My ark has a complex
Communication flaw
Im still letting in
Demons through
The oven door

Six o’clock
Cannot sleep
Tried the idea
Of counting
Sheep,
Made a lovely
*** of tea
Then I had my
Morning ***.
Molly the cat
Purring for ham
Hold on a minute
While I open
The can.
Breakfast can
Be hit or miss
Being old I need
Another ****.
Seven o’clock
Waiting for
The light
My mind
seems stable
Might be alright.
Eight o’clock
Music going on
Love to here
Good morning
Songs.
Nine o’clock
Shoes on feet
I open the door
And meet the
Street.
Walk along cobbled
Stones of to doctors
To have a moan.
My daily routine
Not full of life
Simply drab and
Cold
By midday
Im just another
Six hours old.