Ever since you started following me I realised you are a husk of a soul.

Your mere presence is irritating.

The fact that you're being an irritation bolsters my assessment that you are actually an irritating being.

What's it like to be an irritant?

Not sure.

I know you're being a stimulant.

The saddest day of my life.
My mud baked excrement died at sea. Bobbing up and down with the style of a cheap ******, I wiped a tear from my eye as I said goodbye.
A part of me felt choked as white streams of bog role acted as the white sheet of a ****** scene.
No police, no forensics.
Strangulation appeared to be the cause resulting in decapitation.
Wouldn't have happened if I didn't use Manipulation to overcome the chronic constipation.
Last time I eat beans on toast.
Now I'm being haunted by a **** shaped ghost!

Do you wait for him?
Eternal confusion.
Wondering where he is.
Is he wandering?
If he knew would he care that his actions eat you to the core?
Blinkered by the fantasy.
Strangled by the truth.
Unable to act.
You have fallen before.
Did you wait for him?

Burgundy book oh such a creation.
500 million British passports in circulation.

Patterned leaves adorning a secret interior. Without this treasure am I inferior?

Access to benefits and free healthcare. In a world like ours in a world so unfair.

Shiny pocket book taken for granted?
Non owners aware of its powers, automatically deemed the disenchanted.

Access to a phone call.
Access to legal aid.
Access to commonwealth.
Access to the European Union.
Access to free education.
Human rights.
Freedom.

That marvellous lifesaving book of epic proportions with the ability to eradicate human ill-fortune.

The glint of a gold coin discarded and under a hedge.
The unmistakeable ***** and ****** of the shrapnel congregating at the bottom of my pocket.
I can find any combination of currency in a lovely jingle jangle of metallic discs.
The cashier slips me a note and some change on top which spills onto the counter.
A 10 pence piece tries an audacious spinning escape morphing into a ball.
The change rattles again as it all settles at the bottom of my pocket after dropping in the new recruits.
I slide the discoloured crinkled creased five pound note into my leather wallet nicely nestling next to a ten pound note.
I love the  smell of ***** money!

Nigel the soldier
Shoulders big as boulders
Up over the top
Tried not to stop
Tripped on some wire
Dodged all gun fire
Jumped back up again
Then it started to rain
Got to the other side
In one giant stride
Took some enemy out
They began to shout
Nowhere else to go
In a place he didn't know
Nigel the brave
Resting forever in an unmarked grave

An unfinished conversation from a turbulent time
The unfinished drops of a glass of red wine
Each unfinished task you moved on from
It was unfinished business when you were long gone
An unfinished dinner I could no longer swallow
The Unfinished sentence I failed to follow.
The relationship unfinished long after the love had diminished.

There's no going back
Tick tick tick
Hands pass
Tick tick tick
The sands in constant motion
Tick tick tick
Features change
Tick tick tick
It waits for no one
Tick tick tock
I have none of it
Tick tock tick
Mustn't waste it
Tock tick tick

Slice me and dice me but please dont add salt!

The daily grind
Is on my mind
Not all the time
But on Sunday night
I will recite this rhyme
So I can sleep tight
And not fret
So I get
Up
On
Time

My head is so heavy.
Face haggard and aged.
Each crease telling a true tale of smiles and cries.
Salty teared eroded skin.
Kissed by the sun and by the beauty.
Thick storm cloud coloured tressles cover its top. Complete with a unique doubled crowned style of it's own.
White and grey now bless the chin of a once brown beard. Turbulent times have etched into it the disheveled but distinguished appearance.

She said "you are the one"
He responded "you are also the one..."
She grabbed him because she was so happy
He was not so happy
She had finished her sentence
He had not finished his sentence

I twist and turn your wheel like a man possessed.
Stamping on the brake
Stomping on the gas!
Turn that lever
Honk that horn
Get me there quick!
You growl back at me!
But then comes the affection
I maintain you.
I polish you and give air to your tyres.

Keep going we will get to the finish line together!

Dancing flaming lips
Bite me.
Hands around my hips.
Hold me.
Don't sin. You're pure.
Respect me.
You love me. are you sure?
Give me honesty.

Our partnership is based on trust.
Built on solid foundations with a super solid crust!

Psychedelic patterns scrawled inside and out.
A port hole cut into the side.
Two eyes peep out and blink.
A fly lands on the top for a rest.
The smell of wet card made limp from morning mildew.
A giggle, eyes squinting in the afternoon sunshine.
The small voice within says:

5....
   4....
      3....
        2....
           1....

BLAST OFF!!!!

Altogether on the boat.
The waves stood tall.
Not enough space on the boat to hold them all.

25 migrants promised new lives.
They left behind their children.
They left behind their wives.

The dream of prosperity.
The men set sail.
Turned into a nightmare did this sad and sorry tale.

5 died of hunger, 6 of dehydration.
A woeful situation.
No plan B or mitigation.

The men laid to rest at the bottom of the sea.
These were normal people like you and like me.

Looking for a better life.
It's all so terribly sad.
A wife missing her husband.
A child missing his dad.

The only ones to gain are the ones who sold the dream.
The ones who take blood money are never what they seem.

They take the hard earned cash from men who Want a better way of life. They care little for their children and care nothing for their wives.

Bobbom bobbom.
Bobbom bobbom.
Blurred visions outside the window as the world rushes by.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Close to other passengers avoiding eye contact but not knowing why.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Time to plot my exit plan as the train slows to a stop.
bobbom bobbom
Schuuum...... Thdddd
Another London rush hour
Squeeze past giving apologetic looks to those I've trod on or knocked.

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Silence
Breath
Hold my hand
Hold me close
Never leave me
My pumping chest
I've never wanted anything as bad as I want you!
The strength
The ease
The passion
Never ending
Never ending!

I looked the other way but saw you coming
I heavily subsidised you and acted on impulse but I saw you coming.
Like a leach unable to find it's own food source I saw you coming but let you take a sip before you could bleed me dry.
You ducked and you dived but I saw you coming.
No fancy footwork though, you tried to bulldoze your way by acting out a false reputation.
No one works for someone who barks. That's your style. A riddle makes more sense than you do.
I saw you coming.
You're a sugar loaf!
I'm golden syrup!
I saw you coming!
Seeing is avoiding!

I wanted you whole but you're an unashamed man eater.

In the trench alone.
when will I go home?
From No mans land I hear another moan.
surely, he will not go home.
Mans fight to the death.
"Please come home" our nearest say under their breath.
Blood turns the mud red.
How many more boys and men will go home dead?
A moments silence.
Bird song.
A trickling stream.
It's just a dream.
Mustard gas!
Barbed wire!
Gun fire!
In the trench alone.
When will I go home?

***** tweeting while they view others from outside the goldfish bowl of two Facebook. Their vision obscured by the very fabric of their fake existence inside a lemmings computer application. Not yet locked into the system as they simulate a life not truly their own as they outwardly pretend to be popular yearning for universal acceptance from a computer screen. In stark contrast to those locked into the system yearning to escape from the drudgery of another night on the M1!

I was watching the moon on a midsummer night. It turned fire red and It gave me a fright.

I was listening to a river in the middle of the winter. It washed up a stump which gave me a splinter.

I could feel the sun on a spring afternoon. I took a deep breath and thought about the moon.

The moon was scary and the moon made me shiver but it didn't inflict pain like the splinter from the river.

I was watching the moon on a midwinter night. A shadow cast across it and disappeared from my sight.

Catch the twinkle in my eye?
Slip it in your purse.
It's the only star you'll need in this universe.

You have it to keep
Treat it well.
What the future brings no one can tell.

You've had it ten years now.
A boy of five and a girl of three.
The twinkle shining bright via two smaller versions of you and me!

These words are not mine
These words are not yours
No one owns them
We can reorganise them
We can restructure them
Everyone can use them
Some words mean everything
Some words are meaningless
No one can deny them.
One Word to comfort.
One Word to cause harm.
These words have been regurgitated a trillion times before.
We will use them again.

Every time you look at me I melt a little more.
Wrapped up in your innocent face.
You idolise me.
My smile makes you smile again and again and again!
Arms outstretched I need no excuse to lift and protect you.
Absolute pure beauty.
A living doll.
My girl.

Gazing up at the night sky on a clear winter night he asked "Where do stars go during the day Dad?"
I responded "the stars are still up in space but the brightness of the sun on our side of the earth during the day is too bright for our eyes to focus on them"
After a deep breath he exclaimed "Why does it go dark then?"
"Get a football and tennis ball and I'll explain Son. Look, the football is the sun, Earth is the tennis ball"
I then held both ***** up in front of him mimicking earths rotation around the sun
"Earth rotates on its own axis like this as it also rotates around the sun. The dark side of the earth is night time. The side facing the sun which is bright is day time."
"Oh" he said wide eyed. He looked up to the sky again and paused.

.......


" Dad, Is there cheese on the moon?"
He gave no time for me to answer when he swiftly added.
"Shall I get you another ball so you can explain?"

Another day
Hey
Another night
Another morning
Another journey
Another face
Another job
Another sandwich
Another missed opportunity
Another chance
Another frown
Another light
Another queue
Another crowd
Another beep
Another station
Another drink
Another deep breath
Another groan
Another moan
Another half smile
Wait!
Is this life?
I see my kids
I feel alive
They are what I once was
Innocent
Inquisitive
Energetic
Full of promise
Bright eyes
Smiles
Life bottled
Keep it!
Moments in time I will cherish forever.
Gone but never forgotten

Tip tap tip tap.
Diagonal shadows dance across the steering wheel as the relentless rain forms and overflows.
A moments silence.
Chrome flickers under the street light.
The shooter cocked and ready.

An innocent marked man sits upon a bar stool merrily sipping a pint of Guinness in the pub.
Sticky patterned carpet under foot from many a spilt beer.
Scented ***** wafts out of the boozers pores towards the masked assassins.
A couple hog the fruit machine, the jackpot only a pound away.

10 shots ring out leaving the punters ducking for cover.
Ears pierced by the noise.
Screams.
The assassins shadows are gone long before anyone could bear witness to the terrifying act.

Body slumped, but alive.
Burnt fleshy smoke emanating from the slug holes in an innocent mans abdomen.
Pint toppled adding another stain to the collection on the old carpet.

Wrong target.
Wrong man.
Wrong bar stool.

When I imagine you.
You are not the you I see in reality.
In my dreams I see silky smooth skin.
I open my eyes and I see your burnt out fuse box grin.
Eyes shut and you have gorgeous eyes.
Eyes open and your wrinkles are enough to surprise.
My fantasy is nice flowing brown curly hair.
In real life your Hairdo has the capacity to scare!
Do I care?
No.
You are a dream out of sleep.
As....

Beauty is only skin deep!

A kick in the *****.
Eyes scratched out.
Limbs on auto pilot.
Body curled into the fetal position.
Vocal chords ripped to shreds!
Drained of all energy.
Lost the will to live.

She said I'd love to love you
She said I'm falling in love with you
She said I'm in love with you
She said I'm madly in love with you
She said I love you lots
She said I'm deeply in love with you
She said learn to love yourself
She said you love yourself
She said you only love you
She said I'm falling out of love with you
She said I'm not in love with you
She said I loved you

I said I'd love to know what you really think!

I never fell for you.
I jumped!
I wore springy shoes.
That night we ******!

I wanted more.
You gave a smile.
It got serious.
You ran a mile!

Another lost love.
A memory lingers.
The thing I miss most...
Your healing fingers!

Young love.
Raging passion.
Jealous eyes.
Immature reasons.
Resentment.
Distance
Separation.
Move on.

The bridge of trust smashed by bad judgement. It was made of bamboo anyway. A stone bridge would have stronger foundations to withstand this indiscretion.
Would the deep cracks limit it's resurrection?
I've rebuilt my side of the bridge but your side has drifted away down stream due to the earlier misconstruction.
The shaky understructure unable to withstand the bamboo obliteration.

When you left
I felt low
I felt hurt
I felt crushed
I felt upset

After you left
I felt stronger
I felt alive
I felt independent
I felt awake

Now you have left
I feel stronger
I feel wiser
I feel happier

Its eyes were red with rage.
Water dripped from the cage.
Locked inside with nowhere to hide.
The monster was centre stage.

Its claws as sharp as razors.
captors were armed with tazers
Then came the silence followed by violence.
This monster was quicker than lasers.

Those who were left stood frozen with fright as the monster ran off into the night.

She came in late
There was no hello
I wasn't asleep
But she wasn't to know
My head on the pillow
Eyes closed shut
She'd been out drinking
And was now half cut.
She left her phone upon the bed
She went to the bathroom
Her texts I read..
Intimate messages from another man
Consumed by her..... not in my plan!
Yearning for kisses meant for me.
It takes two to Tango... Not three!

"Thanks for the kiss" her last text read.
The nail in the coffin.
Was our relationship dead?
Shock.
Confusion.
Anger.
Denial.
How long had this been going on?
The Toilet flushed
The bathroom door creaked open.
She tip toes across the hall.
Into the bedroom.
"I love you" she whispered in my ear.
The penny dropped!
How considerate.
I was well and truly taken for an idiot!

Jealousy breeds envy but breeding is envious if done lots!

For Crown and for the country
For peace and for democracy
All for a better life

They stepped into the unknown
They left their families behind
All for a better life

Dreams were shattered, people lost.
The result was at a human cost.
All for a better life

Fields without a crop to show
Fields where man did drop
All for a better life

White stones to remember
White stones for respect
All for a better life

The tears we've shed
The Poppy's we wear
We thank you for a better life

Dribbling down creating waves.
Cut through the water knife like shapes.
A tear drop is all it takes.
Our love never at stake to leave like this would be a mistake.
The hardship of a word our lips won't partake.
Downward waves upon a tear filled lake.

You just look at me in that non judgemental way as you stand gently swaying in the breeze.
Arms outreach like the branches of a tree with leaves of an evergreen.
Your roots are under me, tying knots around my legs as they continue to grow also binding up the words which leave my mouth.
I'm suffocated by your grasping greying bark and have now become intertwined by the vine slowly creeping up your immense trunk.
We continue to grow together and whatever the weather will continue to do so as we are so interconnected that I am you and you are me.

From flat number 40 on the morning of January 6th 2004 I removed myself from the situation.

I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.

Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.

A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.

A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.

A week after that you told me it was your boss.

A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.

On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"

The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.

I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.

Through broken ribs they took lung outright.
Slurs of pain through the morphene nights.
Purple ink X on skin laid bare.
The result of lump and cancer scare.

Am
        I alone
                     in thinking
                                         I really am
                          an alien?

High alert.
Bullets and bombs.
Terror atrocity in a cosmopolitan city.

Solidarity, unite.
Take heed we must.
Fighting terror, not leading to error.

Red white and blue.
Lest we forget.
Hath links to freedom in an Arabic Kingdom.

Grey tinted glasses
Your gun has no ink
Look to the sun
No time to think

I could take you to the sun
I could take you to the sun

Lost in translation
A new definition
Look to the moon
It's my premonition

I could take you to the moon
I could take you to the moon

A splatter of colour
A wry little smile
Look to the street
It's only a trial

I can take you to the street
I can take you to the street

Side lined by sudden lines in the form of eye lines. Should a new line be drawn under it? Maybe not . I'll make a B line the next time so I fall in line as my shoes shine.