Some people
Like to gamble
You will
Generally lose
Some people
Like to love
Some people
Like the *****
When all is done
You will lose.
When angels sing
The door bells ring
You will lose
From the beginning
Of time
Life and death
Should be a crime
The sun don’t shine
Please don’t whine
When you lose.

Black bird and the worm
Became the best of friends
They lived a long life
And a story with no end.

Searching through madness
The outcome will be bleak
You shall never know
What you are trying to seek.

Dazed and confused
Just one pile of mess
Entangled in hopeless despair
In a turquoise dress.

Battered and bruised
Encased in a ****
Nobody is listening
It’s all to absurd.

So here you
are standing
Totally blind,
Trying to
catch hold
Of something
you will
never find.

Social media a platform
For good and bad
If you are a snowflake
It’s going to make you sad,
Catholic Protestant Muslim Jew
The problem is not the platform
The problem is you.
Are you a deceiver
Are you a believer,
Good and bad
Exist only in the receiver.
You do not need to cower
To social media power
Be strong don’t open the gate
Don’t be inane and take the bait.
Good and bad lives in us all
If you climb higher and higher
The harder you will fall.

I needed you
You threw me aside,
Every night without you
Tears I cried,
I lay there not knowing
What to do,
You left me mother
I was only two.
In my teens my
Thoughts did grow
Did I really want to know
Who was my mother
Who tossed me aside
I had no more tears
I wished to cry.
But alas I had to know
The thoughts in my head
They would not go,
For five years I searched the land
No information was coming to hand
What sort of woman
Could abandon a child
This Made me who I am
A little bit wild,
So with my adopted names
I shall not pursue this
Cruellest of games.

The promenade is full today
With sunshine walkers
Enjoying the day.
Children with
beach *****
In sand
they play,
This is the
life on a
Summers day.
Fish and chips
Inside beachside cafes
Policeman in glass box
Having a laugh.
Attraction of thee
Arcades ready to
Take your money,
Fifty pence machine you
Might win a bunny.
The day ends the sun
Needs a rest
Sunshine days
Simply the best.

Being tried for ******
In the first degree
Execution is waiting
Waiting for me.
Finally to get rid of
The monster
That lives inside,
I know Im not guilty
They won’t know I lied.