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

Shadows
returning
They cannot
Turn
Shadows of the
Devil
Forever they
Burn
They march
To hell
No liberty
Bell.
They did
their deed
On the living
They feed
The devils shadows
They shall not bleed.
Being good
Do not cower
The shadows
Of the devil
Cannot devour.

Gingerbread men
On LSD
Creating art work
For you and me
Picasso Monet
Turner Van Gogh
Brilliant artists
Till their heads
Fell off.
Gingerbread men
Are living today
Painting artwork
In a different way.
The art world holds
Them all aloft
Without LSD
Their heads fall of.

No bookends
on the shelf
Im dancing
with myself.
Free and
all alone
Stripped down
to the bone.
Nobody wants
No body cares to
Take a risk
That I might
even exist.
All seem so
unaware,
Im dancing with myself
Still stuck high on a shelf
I want to be freed
Please don’t overlook
Because I am your
Over friendly
Kuma Surtra book.

Im a little snail
My girlfriends
A slug
Isn’t it funny
They ridiculed
Us
Just because
Michelle
didn’t
Have a shell,
All my species
Can go to hell.
We will get
Married walk
Down the path
We’re determined
To have the
Last laugh.

Knock on the door
There she stood
Woman of my
Haunted dreams
I couldn’t hold back
I had to scream.
*******
In she fell
It wasn’t fun
Meeting the wife’s
Skeleton
She did say to me
You’ll never be free
I’ll haunt you
You ******* for
Killing me.
I smiled and
Didn’t know what to say,
Something tells me she’s
Here to stay
It can be hours of
Creative fun
Living with the
wife’s skeleton.

Killing life
Since
Dawn of
creation
This feeling
Of
Excited
Wonderful
elation.
At university
A professor
Did a citation
On the works
Of
Master. B.Ation

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.

Met a little man
And his little son
Met a little girl
Met her little mum
They had a little house
It seems such fun.
They had a little garden
With flowers and a swing
With my big foot
I squashed everything.
Big friendly giant
Yes Thats me
Clumsy as ****
Don’t you agree.

Piccadilly Circus
Leicester Square
Of to pall mall
Without a care.
Victoria station
Waterloo
Sights and sounds
And the well to do,
King’s Cross
Euston station
Oh look
Buckingham palace
Is having a celebration.
Of down the old Kent road
People coming in
People stepping off
People going for
A drink in
the frog and toad.
My life is hectic
Bustling with fuss
It’s good fun being
Red and a London bus

Bill and Ben
A couple of
Gay men
Like to smoke
Some ****
They liked
Their pots
Gave ******
A shot.yes
They did
Indeed.

Bill and Ben
A couple
of dead men
There pots
They did
Bleed
Bill and Ben
A couple
Of gay men
Should have
stayed with
****.

Sitting on the balcony
Soaking up the sun
Smoking
drinking,
Chatting
having some fun.
She Popped
some pills
She gave a cough
Then my girlfriend
Decided to jump off.
Sitting on the balcony
Was soaking up the sun
Why did she do it?
Spoil all our fun.

Woke up this morning
Thinking this and that
Then in strolled
the family cat
with *****
great rat.
Sat down for breakfast
I was eating
this and that,
Cat was licking its lips
After eating
the ***** rat.
On went the radio to
Listen to the tunes
On came my favourite
99/red balloons.
Cat relaxing on her
favourite seat waiting
for the tune called
tiger feet,
Midday came
Midday went
It was my birthday
So time to receive
The present
My wife had
brought me
A lovely
horned goat
The cat just smiled
And left
with its hat
and coat.

People see us everywhere
Me and my lady friend
We don’t really care
With our feet
We walk the streets
Ramble amble everyday
It’s always been our
Quirky way,
People we meet and greet
Are sometimes nice
And sometimes rude,
Sometimes they wish
They were like
us
Walking with out
A care in
the ****.

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

Blinded by your
Gorgeous looks
A lovely cover
To a dangerous book..
Every chapter
Twists and turns
Problem is one
Shall not learn
So Im blinded
But I can see
I have an imagination
I carry it around
With me.

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

got
Writers block
Trying something
Different
will only
Wear one sock.
Do something
Different
Be unkind
Try anything
To unblock
the mind.
Imagination
Let it Run riot
Jolt the memory
Bang a drum
Have an ice cream
Try to fry it.
Wear a shoe
On the foot
with
No sock
Close your eyes
Pretend to be blind
Phone the mother
In-law up
try to be kind
Try to have *** with the
Cat
Second thoughts don’t do that
Trying hard
to
put stylus
to I pad
No more
writings it’s
Making one sad.
Imagination
Still ****** black
Hoping one day I’ll
Be back.
Oh well.

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

We were in our shed
Me and my mate
We were making a bomb,
When The bomb went of
It was just our fate.
The bomb created
Lots of harm
We Both lost
legs and
And both
our arms.
For being stupid
The reward for
Me and my mate
We Got a jobs
as paper weights.

Riding the mail train
Mornings are never plain
Riding the mail train
Every view a serene gain.
Up the track no retreat
Every morning such a
Wonderful treat.
Behind the clouds
The sun will tease
Horizon never
getting nearer
While Collecting
my thoughts
With pleasing ease.
I drank my cold
hobo cider
With my friend
Called Boris the spider
Riding the mail train
Mornings are never  plain.

Suffering from dysthymia
Don’t feel sorry
Im not a wretch
I am coming out
Of a two year stretch
Suffering with moods
Every single day
Bereft and lacking
It’s been my way
Sometimes I think
I am on the way up
Then all of a sudden
The door slams shut.
Door sometimes
I leave ajar
So I can escape
But I never get far
Anxiety and panic attacks
I feel  so alone
I go into reverse
And head back home.
When i am at home
Biding my time
To get through this ****
By writing these rhymes .

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

Brian the snail
Turbo fast
Entered races
In Every race
He came last.
Raced the tortoise
Raced the sloth
Kept on racing
But still he lost.
Brian would race
With a sluggish
Smile
Lost to the hare
By a country mile.
Brian the snail
Raced
Ellie the elephant
You guessed it
He lost
but at a price
Brian was duly
squashed.
They retired his number,
Number seven
So Brian the snail
could race
Again in heaven.

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.

Harlot and a
Thief
Was a wonderful
Moment
But to brief
She had a heart
Ice cold rock
Loving her
Gave me
A nasty shock.
In the end
She stole my
Heart
I felt lonely
Ripped apart.

It was a secret
I made a rocket
For safety sake
Kept it
in my pocket.

Going to fly it
To the sun
Sceptics are
Trying to
Spoil my fun.

Thinking of
Flying to the
Moon,
Unrealistic
Haven’t made
A big enough
Balloon.

My original
Plan was to
Surf the stars
But my
Biscuit tin
In trial run
Didn’t get
That far.

Thinking of
A master plan to
Travel the world
In a bake bean can
This little excursion
Never got
Of the ground
Me metal tin opener
Couldn’t be found.

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.

Loneliness is a broken heart
Tears will fall from heaven
Love is like a happiness trap
Stuck between *** and seven
Loneliness is a place of dread
Tears from footsteps
Which you have tread.
Loneliness when blue eyes cry
A broken heart
inside you die.

Riding the rhythm
Of limitless sound
Riding the highway
Countryside abound
Riding the nights
Riding the days
It’s the rhythm
For me on
My B S A.
Metronomic
Place to place
We’re living outside
The human race,

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

Blue flamingos
Freezing flame
Opening lines
Of a ******* game
The world is flat
Wrong is right
This ******* game
Can be played  all night.
The sea turned pink
The sun don’t shine
This ******* game
Can be played at
Yours or mine.
Adele can’t sing
My Ice cream
caught fire
This ******* game
Makes you into
a ******* good liar.
Gullible been taken out
The dictionary book
For prime minister
I was overlooked.
I think I will patent
The ******* game
I cant cause parliament
Has the same name.

Lovely woman
Of a million suns
All the
planets cower,
This lonely earth
is covered
In hate,
Please takeaway
And devour.
Lovely woman
Of a million suns
I am but a beginner
Could you see it
For me to pick a
Horse’y winner.
Lovely woman
of a million suns
Your mightiness
Is true
Could it be possible
For me to make
Love to you.
We be an item
have
Thousands more
suns
Now who
could refuse
All that burning fun.

My spiny
Cactus
On my
Window sill
Soaking up
My music
It’s a lovely
Day.
Sun coming
Through
My window
Watch those
Cacti smile
Enjoying the
Music
They’ve been
There awhile.
Bulbous bill
He’s the big
One swaying
On the sill
Spiny spike
The tall one
Never sitting still.
Different shapes
And sizes
Make this motley
Crew,
Listening to the
Music
Soaking up the sun
Family of cacti
Having some
Summer fun.

Sweet child of mine
Heartless of note
I took a knife
And slit his throat.

Sweet child of mine
Not much fun
Blew her brains out
With my gun.

Psychosis got the
Best of me
Horrible horror
Will not let
Me free.

I really did not
Commit this crime
I do believe it time
To time.

My son and daughter
Are alive today
I wish this psychosis
Would fade away.

I’m writing this from
My white washed cell
Please forgive me as
I’m not well.

Well my hands are currently
free  and writing rhymes
Thoughts are playing
Out my next crime.

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

My name is Dave
I survived the plague
I did my best
I built a nest
Right on top of
Of Mount Everest.

My name is Rick
I survived the titanic
I did something daft
Ordered an taxi
And got the Kon tiki raft.

My name is Ronald
Survived Chernobyl
It was tricky
I pulled a sicky
I moon lighted
I was so delighted
I do not regret
I went to the ascot races
And had a bet.

My name is Stan
I survived the war
They call Vietnam
Ate my beans and
Stayed in the can
Lady
was with me
Anything goes
I got to know
Nursey Vietnam rose.

Looking for someone
Lost in time
Seems a wasted sky
Stars are falling
Tides are turning
Still I must try.

My eyes seek someone
Who fell into the abyss.
Planets are all colliding
Seas upsetting the moon
Hope edging into despair
Will I find her soon

Deep dark
depression
A hole in
which she fell
I’ll show her
a caring hand
Be lovingly
As well.

Many soldiers
Died in the,
Battle  of
Somme
Why did they
Do it
When you
know war
Is wrong.
Four years
Of carnage
Four years
Of death
Four years
Of battlefields
Turning ****** red
Military madness
the *******
war machine
Millions of deaths
Imagine it
to ******
Obscene.

High on happy Mondays
Tuesday morning coming down
Wednesday Thursday flying
Im just Cathy’s clown
Friday rocking
she’s still gentle
on my mind.
Saturday Sunday girl
To whom Im never blind.