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

I have a line for the 300 poets
If everybody was alright
There would be nobody left.

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

Blood runs cold
Down blooded steel
No time to reflect
On how you feel.
Soldier oh soldier
Stalwart and true
The lives you take
Become apart of you.
Corrupting thoughts
Haunting your mind
Taking your eyes
Where the sun
Don’t shine
Barbed wire soul
Acid shot eyes
Aftermath of war
Mother cries.
Blood runs cold down
Blooded steel
Ask for help
Before god we kneel.

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

Mother
Father
Passed
Away
Orphan boy
Alone today
Oh so cold
Minus two
Enlighten
Me on what
To do.

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

Colours of the rainbow
Arc through your heart
Sunny days rainy days
Please hold my hand.

Waves of your emotions
Come piercing through
Your eyes
I will never question you
Please be by my side.

Loving and fire oozes
From your touch
I need the warmth
and passion
Am I asking too much.

The aroma from your skin
Sunshine from your mind
I’ll try and make you happy
Till the day we die.

Ride a white swan
Life’s lost its charm
Take some ******
Then self harm
Please don’t judge
Me with scorn
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born.

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen
With ****
Never really given a ****
Since the day
I was born

Then one day
I had a bit of luck
Turning of the tide
Then the world engulfed
Me yes
I died.
Was I an
Angel with a ***** face
Or was I just
Misplaced .

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.

Electric, electric man
Why do you make me cry
I will -ucking tell you
Your Prices are too high.

Gasman gasman
You to make me cry
Bring down your prices
The cold makes people die.

Sainsbury’s Tesco’s
You to make me cry
Profiteering *******
Food can’t be priced
This high.

All you brexeteers
Who voted let’s get out
Blame it on the Russians
Was this to a good shout.

Labour ,conservatives
got into bed with the reds
Now cap in hand to the
Americans just to get fed.

It’s all reverting back
To the bad old days
Where rich suppressed
The poor
We all know
what happened there
Two world wars.

Why are we feeding arms
It makes us lots of money
Depramental to our own
Health it’s sad
but really funny.

Lungs are tight
I breathe in fear
Eyes are painful
No shadow to cast.
Im in my room
My temple of doom.
How long will this
Panic last.

Xenophobia
People strange
Fear of the unknown
Fear of change
Lungs go tight
Breathing shallow.
It is not right.

Anxiety will squeeze
Anxiety will freeze
No blossoming spring
No summer sun
No autumn rain
Anxiety
the fearful pain.

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There was once a schicklgruber
What is it in a name
In the last century
He played a deadly game.
People believed in him
They made a costly mistake
He took them down
a path of death.
They took their  slice of cake.
He was once an orator
With hatred in his voice
The world came down
Upon him
He  had no ****** choice.
Suppression oppression
You can’t keep people down
Learn from history humans
Extinction we will drown

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

Sometimes I fly
Like a hawk
On the wing
I like to hear
The bluebells sing
Sometimes
I laugh
Sometimes
I cry but
Most of all
I want to die.

I’m a raspberry ripple
My sky is never blue
A twisted  bitter *******
What am I to do.

Sometimes I dream
Of a better place
So I can get out
Of the human race
Find me some bluebells
In which I can lie
And pass away and finally
Die.

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

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.

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

Put 100 pounds
On a horse
You got it
Lost of course
Put 100 pounds
On bang on the bell
Lost on that
It fell as well
Put 100 pounds
On who’s the face
Guess what never
Finished the race.
Put 100 pounds
On number eight
On the off just
Sat in the gate.
400 pounds give it
One more shot
Put 100 pounds down
And lost the lot.
Nothing was going to stop
This losing run
Should have gone to
The brothel and had
Some fun

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

BBC and the sycophants
Brown tongued individuals
In silky underpants.
Jimmy the leader
Left with a ***** stain
Ooh do you feel the pain.
Platform for propaganda
Just like sky,
they
Like there slander.
This new image that
They try to portray
Is still full of sycophants
In a Shakespeare play.
Brown tongued individuals
Playing  the game
Deep inside it still
Won’t accept the blame.

Every morning
When you wake
My mornings
Come alive.
I Watch you dress
Put your make
Up on
I do smile as the
Day goes on.
Then at night
When you disappear
I begin to sulk
Having nothing
To leer.
When you return
And the lights go on
All your beauty
Is back where it belongs
In the morning I will
See you later
Your ever
loving
wallpaper.

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.

When children pass
There shadows
Have fun
In
The playground
Under the sun

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.

Jaws the film
has its sharks,
Blazing saddles
Lots of laughs.
Exorcist was very
Scary
King Kong
Very hairy
Green mile
Tom hanks class,
Rocky horror
Show what a farce.
It’s up there with
The best
One flew over the
Cuckoos nest.
Shaving Ryan’s privates
Classic film of war
While
Ghost busters had
my favourite score.
Memories of films
Over years fade
In my overall
Opinion
Toy Story
The best film
Ever made.

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

Lies and hate
Flow through
Your gate
You are cursed
Embedded with lust
Between me and you
There is no trust
Everyday it
Carries pain
Why do I have
To play your game.
The poison that runs
Inside your veins
Still like drinking
Toxic rain,
Im still dancing
To your tune
Can you come home
I’ll see you soon

Love you

It’s going to be a
Blue blue Christmas
Without you to hold
They’ve nicked me
Heating allowance
It’s to ****** cold
Got the cat to keep
Me alright
I do hope Christmas
Is not ****** white.
It’s going to be a
Blue blue Christmas
With not much to eat
No ****** presents
No one to greet.
I got the cat
We we will eat
A *** of Sheba stew
Us the lonely
What can we do

A nuclear clown
Is coming to town
To blow you all away
Big red nose
Painted face
Making a dent in
The human race

A nuclear clown
Is coming to town
To blow you all away
Baggy trousers
Big red shoes
The human race
Now has the blues

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 the beans
Don’t hate the can
That’s what they want
Divide then profit
The label will not
Write a dirge
There’s not much we can do.

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.

Blue eyes crying
In the rain
No more teardrops
Down the drain
If I could get
Out of these
Chains
I would bleed
Your throat.
Black eyes crying
In the snow
Im all chained up
Nowhere to go
Release me from
These steel chains
So I can eat your
Delicious brain.
Green eyes crying in
Inclement weather
All chained up
Tarred and feathered
Looking forward
to the hangman’s noose
Your so lucky these chains
Aren’t loose.