Do you remember the good old days
When syphlus and death ran wild
Do you remember the good old days
When diseases would take your child.
War and starvation,thousand million would die
There was never any good old days
Relentless misery that just made you cry.
Many Untold miseries all in a sinking boat
do you remember the good old days
When nobody could stay afloat

Enigma of stone
Meadow pipits August sun
Cider with Rosie


Fallow deer bracken
Nibbled lawns spasmodic jerks
Refreshing pale ale

Smiling faces cool
Winners take the glories compete
Celebration drink

A dik dik dik dik
Jumping a ha ha ha ha
Ornamental garden

Mosses lichen green
Acid colours hallowed
Awakening sky

Bonsai Japanese
Tiny small wood shrubbery
Seventeen potted

Crawling out from under my stone
10,000 years I've been there,have I?
My prey is that I want to eat myself
So I can become something I'm not.

Devil ,God and the deep blue sea
Everybody seems to want a part of me.

I have no mirrors, there evil.

I loved life
Life didn't love me
Now I'm dead
I'm totally free,
My mangled shell
Has now been cremated
I'm of in to spirit world
Hope I can get dated.
My first little pleasure
Will Be to dance to a tune
run around naked and
Pop all the balloons.
I sway with the bluebells
On the forest floor
I'm an eagle on the wing
Just Watch me soar
Spirit world,I've found new love
Thank you God and the stars above

Grasping at the future
With an empty bucket
The Sun and the moon
Writing there obituaries
while earthlings say **** it.

Holding on to the past
Laden down with hate
the rich and the poor
Writing their obituaries
It's the earthlings fate.

Living in the present
Darkness in the sky
The seeds of the future
Will germinate
And then still ask ******* why.

Total eclipse of my toilet seat
Staring drunkardly at my feet
Can't move gone one over the eight
Morning looks dodgy I'm might
Be late
How do the hell do I get of the loo
Send me an e mail  with an idea to do
Drowned my liver, killed all my sorrow
I shall not learn I will probably
Do the same tomorrow.

Skin me alive with a wooden spoon
Pour acid into my open wounds
Hang me upside down in the midday sun
Pistol whip me, make it not fun.
Roast my insides on a turning spit
I'm still smiling I don't give a s..t
Take my morphine away,I will writhe in pain
Chewing twenty razor blades,am I totally sane.
It's just the same old s..t but another grey old day
My world is still spinning,and I'm still in open play.
Alive and kicking,the big sleep you are surely dead
In life you must taste and burn or your blood don't
Flow red.

Lives don't matter black or white
Control is the establishments way,
Dumb animals as humans are
We are a statistic in a game they play.

Bricks through windows rioting *****
Do you really think they give a ****,
Countries send millions to there deaths
They don't give a **** between black or white
They just give them number,a loaded gun
to surrender or stand up and fight.

Animals are racist that's what we are
A species divided between love and hate
The only time of true equality
Is when you walk through the pearly gates.

We are blinded by the colour of ones skin
Every animal has Bright blood red
Violence has its always been
Us The statistics end up dead

Dark dreams
Red streams
Black roses
Humans screams

Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
Black roses
Human slaughter

Fallen seeds
Hearts bled
Black roses
Soil been fed

Going on master chef
Beans on toast
Soup in a basket
And a Hedgehog roast
Black pudding trifle
Slow worm cake
Soup in a basket
Sheeps eye,and kipper bake,
Human brains
On a bed of frogs
All washed down
With ***** of hogs.
orange purée topped with pear
All eaten together with zebra hair
just give me ten Michi Michi  Star
Cause I believe I will not go far
***** Craddock turn in your grave
Just cooked a meal for Greg and Dave

Mornings always broken
Icicles form in flame
I'm doing the foxtrot
In razor blade rain.
Afternoon then arrives
Drugs have kicked in
All things being unequal
A symphony of din.
Darkness has fallen
Time will not rhyme
I'm waiting for midnight
With a six o'clock chime.
Mornings always broken
On a pillow of glass
Why doesn't the sun
Shine out of my ****?

Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
Madness did die
Then buried away.
Twenty one year
Passed slow in time
Madness resurrected
Another humanity crime.
Nationalism racism
Reared its ugly head
Misguided information
Then people we're dead.
Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
This madness in humans
Will never go away.
Does all this flag waving
Fill you with pride
Then the guns came to life
Then sanity died.

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My next attempt is to write
invisible poetry
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Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
Painted by some
Artist geezer
Van Gogh sunflowers
Loads of money
If Vince was alive
He would find it funny
Constable a painter of note
Was a White van man
In an overcoat,
Ed the munch
Painted his scream
Monet and the Lillie’s
Looked so serene
All these artists
Are all now dead
There creative ghosts
Reside inside my shed

Hi I do not know ,what I should like
So it's hard for me to review
So when someone asks to
Like there work,I haven't got a clue
See I'm a narcissistic psychopath
Think of that as you wish
I can not comment on this I'm like water
Without a fish
I like to write a stories fact or story telling lies
Nothing seems real in my life
I just have to wonder why

Slowly I walk
Heavy of foot
Mind befuddled
Black as soot
Thoughts so dark
Rocking the head
So ******* tired
I'm needing my bed.
Mile upon mile
Of cobbled stone
Cold and wet
Shivering all alone.
In bedsit land
No welcome mat
i fall asleep and
That's just that

Three blind mice
Killers on the loose
1st on their bucket list
Is old mother goose
mother goose double crossed them
Stole their share of the swag
Now it was retribution time
To take down the low life hag
2nd on their bucket list
Is bad boy Father Time
He took out the 4th blind mice
He must now pay for that crime
Kneecapping wasn't good enough
Bullet to the head to quick
So those three blind mice took to him
And Pummelled him with a stick.
3rd on their list was the lady they call old mother freeze
She tried to starve them out, she pinched their tasty cheese
headquarters the mice found was one giant smell shoe
so they hatched a scheme to take out her motley crew
The scheme a bit shabby and all together pretty vague
What happened next ? They had started the ****** plague
Killers on the loose going some what over the top
So Next they started a fire in a bakers shop
See 4th On the list was this **** riddled city
They tried to get rid of us by making it rather pretty
These three blind mice were just plain called ***** rats
Next on the agenda were all ginger pesky cats

Machine gun streets
Bullet ridden city,
Homicides a plenty
prostitutes are looking pretty.

Drive by killers
Revenge attacks,
Gangsters being unruly
All Dressed in black.

blood stained sidewalks
Wailing of siren,flash
Drugs doing business
Hands changing cash

Robbing off the thief
Buying of the corrupt
Judges commiting perjury
As these streets slowly erupts

Mornings are always broken
It's raining  razor blades again
Cotton wool bombs live in my head
Mornings are dead just dead.
Mornings rear there ugly heads
Crows have eaten my eyes
Imagination is all I have
My body just tells me lies.
Mornings cry cocooned in my mind
Broken morn,when you are blind
Would it have been better to rest in peace
Than suffer as I do in a worn out fleece.
Weary of the razor blades
And bombs of cotton wool
Raging insanity of a barbwired bull
Please let me curl up and slowly die
My mornings are pergatory and the sun Shall not cry

For along time lips I have not kissed
A sensation  I haven't enjoyed
My emotions went a bit haywire
Electricity  was well employed
When lips met  its like cyanide rain
All locked up in imaginative gain
The taste of lips is like commercial  suicide
Take the haw and the ******* take Them for a ride.
I'm not saying the taste is  in the lips
Sure it is .im sure it is

Truths you can't live with
Blame me it's so easy to do
Cheating,slanderous lies
It's always you you you.
Slowly I'm untangling your  hold
Starting to see behind ones mask
so I'm looking forward to the future
To be a beer without a cask.
It's going to wreck my emotions
Play havoc with all my thoughts
As the noose slackens around my neck
My smiles gets bigger of sorts.
I'm going to dance the boulevard
Run naked through the corn
Releasing me from your iron grip
Means I can slowly be reborn
You broke my heart through away the key
But now I've made new locks
Sitting on the quays of life
Waiting for a sweet ship to dock.

Cycled my cycle
In the continuum of space
Walked the line
With one boot and a lace
Swam five oceans
Sailed the seven seas
Never found someone who believed in me
I danced,and played golf upon the moon
Had *** with Munro and came to soon
I turned myself inside out
So I could set myself free
It's getting harder to believe in me.
I played football 1,001 leagues under the sea
Sat with Jesus, Adolph ****** we had a *** of tea
I surfed seven planets and thee astral plain
Danced naked with Madonna in a shower of pink rain
I do not know when I shall be ever  be free
Because It's only me and my straight jacket
who really believes in me.

I'm twenty watts
A little bit dim,
Intelligent not I
It's not all grim.
Grey cells,little weak
talk in riddles
Tongue in cheek
Twenty watts a little dim
Ten watts for me
Eleven watts for him

Popped out to buy a paper
Returned five days later
Met a woman in the street
Very elegant very sweet
Woman with a lovely smile
In her company stayed awhile
We talked about our lives
How in life we did survive
We drank a lot and got
To no each other it was
Very pleasant now hard
To recover.
The twist is the best bit
I had met my mother

Elephants riding bicycles
Giraffes driving cars
Monkeys flying aeroplanes
It’s seems not to bizarre
Fish catching people
Hippos on the bus
I don’t see a problem
to be kicking up a fuss,
Frogs kissing zebras
While hyenas play guitar
Now understanding the other ***
Now that’s to bizarre.

Riding along on a nuclear bomb
Americans ,Koreans sabre
Rattling a song
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Can we all live on a island in the sun
Death to humanity as it really begun
The raging lion black petals fall
Come on mr trump you have to call

Mine eyes are blind
But I can see
I carry my imagination
Around with me

Spy in the white house
Russia's holding the coop
Trump and the Marxists
Headlining the duck soup.
its now called the red house
America has been *******
Now for the night of the long knives
We're thee opposition get bumped,
Blonde boy wonder trumping American Dreams
Red stars on the flag as daft as it seams

Consuming beans
Don't hate the can
That's what they want
Divide then profit.
The label will not write a dirge
There's **** all we can do.

Soldiers who runs  away from death
Them cowards they would say
A bullet or a virus
Cannot tell the time of day.
they should have had a lockdown
Not sent them youngsters of to war
Now if they would have stayed at home
They would have lived for sure.

Bullet or a virus
Both muck about
With our heads
What are we running away from

Time to die
Into the black
Going forward
No turning back

Shattered bones
Streams of red
we the sacrificed
We're blindly led

I had no religion
I had no flag
I had no poppies
In my body bag

Time to die
Into the black
No more going forward
I cannot turn back

Obituary in tutorials
Named on memorials
There's no glory in war
Just death.

Can someone tell me  what is love?
Poetry and that sweet purple dove
Roses, roses for my darling Valentine
Let me kiss you where the sun don't shine
Love to me is a peculiar .
Love to me is all wrong
Sexuality to me is a pastime
In your world I do not belong.
Little old psychopathic me
Emotions I have but none
Love and *** are sweetly married
Like six bullets and the gun
Can someone educate me on the
Finer points of love
Because I'm getting fed up
Trying to catch that poetic dove

Born in chains
Razor blade rains
Freezing cold fires
Non born desires

The faith I keep
I shall not weep
Battles daily
Battlefield called life
These chains I fight

I ride into the sun
On a sleigh of ice
I dance in the rain
Knowing its all inane

Chained into restrictions
I was born ,to many rules
Chained into a stewpot
These links I must fool

Bound to be unbounded
I need to be freed
Chains and lock
Keep me an unfertilised seed

My life .
My chair
My chains
My faith
I die

Just Popped out to buy a paper
Returning so happy four days later
Met a lady in the street
Very beautiful,very petite.
we hugged,we talked
We sang we walked
Four days and nights we lived
For each other
Just by chance I had met
My mother

Living in the shade
Yearning for light
When you get it,
It will surely burn

Grass is Greener
On the other side
Fantasy a wonderful thing
Heartache and yearning
Without wisdom and learning
Can then change really begin.

Minorities want change
Earning it with words
You no it only comes with death
It's the way, It hurts to say
And really ******* absurd.

Ten years
Dogs in tow
England was
My picture show
Highest peaks
Fantastic views
Tired legs
Worn out shoes
Three of us
Washed in lakes
Broke the law
Made mistakes
Fallen asleep
Peculiar places
Spoken to people
With friendly faces
Towns and cities
Passed us by
Freezing nights
Have made us cry
Through the darkness
The day gives us light
Through all the wrongs
We’re still going all right.

Door opened in she fell
With a bloodied face
I knew she wasn't well.
This lovely lady who
Oozed such charm,
Who was the person
Who could do her harm.
Why had this lady
Rang my bell,
Did she have something she wanted to tell.
Who was this woman who
Had entered my life,
Being confused I think I might
Have murdered my wife.

The Romans couldn't do it
****** tried in vain
Ghenghis Khan
Alexander the Great
All died just the same.
Empires of the sun have tried it
To take over our worldly globe
Thee only object to do this
Is stuck to your propaganda lobe.

Me and my mate said its not to late
To do some countryside art.
So we took some paint and a big brush
Always knowing that someone would kick up a fuss
We painted his cows pink
We painted his sheep yellow
You could safely say the farmer wasn't a happy fellow
We painted trees white,all his hens blue
Into the night we still had lots to do.
The countryside is a fun place to be
When your painting everything you can see.
Constable put it to canvas set firmly in time
A constable came to arrest us for committing a crime
Countryside art might not be for all
But when you think of it,it was a good call

Wandered lonely as a loon
With a  baked bean tin
And a silvery spoon
Kings and queens would
Bow to me
I was the happy,chirpy enemy
Singing all dancing happy chap
I'm a nuclear bomb in a bowler hat
They would cry with laughter
Seemingly having fun
I was the jester holding the gun
Cyanide I was, they felt the love
Laughter and happiness became like a glove

Their i was in a gene pool of fools
I think they called it a secondary school
Napoleon,Stalin and me mate gunga din
Four walls surrounded educated within
Adolph ******, ghandi me mate po ***
We gave education one hell of a shot
Kennedy brothers and me mate Luther King
Assembly started and the gene pool would sing
Alexander the Great and me mate Johnny cash
All in it together giving school days a bash
This gene pool of fools,a dastardly bad bunch
Even invited Hannibal lector for Sunday lunch
School days were good with all my weird guys
They will be remembered  not shall I

Ghostly goings on in my underpants
Where me found ****** sycophants
Brown little creepers with longish tongue
Ghosties have got me by the ghoulies
Somehow it doesn't seem wrong.
Natures little crawlers rising to the top
If they don't release my ghoulies
There all be for the chop

Sycophant in my underpants
Licking my bot bot clean
Oh this brown tongued Individual
His prose is flipping obscene

Trees they wave
To welcome the birds
I sit and drink my tea
Thine eyes are the portal
To my imagination
Why is number four next to three?
I wonder in awe
My gaze is blind
welcoming hello's
It's sweet I find.
On a day dreaming bench
My thirst I shall quench
As the trees welcome in the birds.

I'm hijacking a small shooting star
To travel the universe
Searching for a black hole
So there will be no reverse
I'm going to pinch a role
A part in a Shakespeare play
All this excitement is in my mind today
I'm surfing thee astral plain
I'm dancing on the sun
Dreaming of a woman
To have some lovely fun
Then I woke up with all zest and desire
Then slipped back into reality
And relized my abode was on fire.

Mother with an empty chair
It's a hazard,a side affect of war
Father with an empty chair
Asking what was it all for
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for political gain
Fighting for anything is
Going to cause somebody pain
Especially for the suicide bomber
Asking for a day of sick
Just to become a broken wall
Now missing a lot of brick
Mother with an empty chair
At home left with just despair
Pictures, framed photographs
Do governments really care.

Happy death day to me
Happy death day to me
My life,now is over
Happy death day to me

Looking into the blade
Of the knife
Slitting my wrists taking
my life
Watching the blood run
From my skin
Is this where my death begins
This is my Stalingrad
I was never set free
My fiercest enemy
Oh s--t  it was me.