Gadaffi

Where is Gaddafi
it seems he is lost?
Is he in Aviemore
amongst the frost?

Maybe in Surrey
down by the Thames?
Salty sea dog,
with seafaring friends.

Lost on the beach
in Blackpool town.
A kiss me quick hat,
& red painted frown.

Soho is calling,
fetish & sex.
Premium rate
subscription & text.

Where is Muammar
to take the blame?
Redundant pawn
in the Congress game.

Roads paved with gum

Roads that are paved with gum
stuck your dreams to concrete scum,
is this all you can become
living in this soulless slum?

All that’s glistening is fake
every chancer’s on the make,
so you better stay awake
for it’s you they’ll split & break.

Meagre basis for their question,
clueless fools without direction,
cast aside their interjection,
disregard the loose connection.

Weary faces broke & numb
pray to see your hopes succumb,
to their dreary life of scum
stick your dreams to worthless gum.

Citric & Filters

Citric & filters,
like coffee & cream,
china for you,
a dani for me.

Digging the groin,
is bore out of love,
a fit of perfection,
like feet in a glove.

Barrels & pins,
spoon overloaded,
shake coffee beans,
my life has imploded.

I’ll dream,
I'll eternally dream.

Regret

Her soft gentle kisses
seeking love & union,
delicate, expectant,
yearning to be found.

Met with abrasive lust,
coarse, callous & cold,
dispassionately bestowed
without her requisition.

Unacquainted he falters,
her anguish a familiar fate,
aching to be kissed gently
longing for him to hold her.

Growing old disgracefully.

Everyday in every way
got a bigger face to wash,
I aint got Rooney’s money
for a follicle new bush.

Should I beg of Gordon Ramsay
for a crater face to heal?
Should I twitter Ryan Giggs
how to KOP a fresh meat feel?

So I emailed Barry Bethel,
I can empathise with him.
Just a roly poly fat cunt
with a lust for chips & gin.

Everyday in every way
got an older face to scrub,
growing old disgracefully
least I’m dying with your love.

Within

I see beauty in life
beauty within you
despite what you said
& sins that I do...

I see beauty in you

Shadows wont disguise it
nor hidden in the shade
bathed with warmest love
bold & unafraid

beauty lives within you

Nurture what's within
let it grow & bloom
bursting to be found
illuminate the room...

beauty radiates from you

I see beauty in you
your beauty lights my life
eternally yours
my trouble and my strife...

you are beauty

Simplicty

Beyond life’s complexities
simplicity exists,
love, truth & confluence,
to hope & to cherish…

and the many gathered here
will be as your witness
that the simple things in life
are the realisation. . .

of your dreams

The Second Coming

Christ has got a Facebook page,
a new account on Twitter.
He’s taken latest photographs,
to publish them on Flikr.

JesusChrist.com
will alert yer first by text.
Send a message to yer e-mail,
dates of where he’s touring next.

Put yer name down for subscription,
to “Jesus Christ events”.
Signed exclusively to SKY
ITV & Beeb are vexed.

Both Oprah & Jay Leno,
battle for him as star guest.
Turin Shrouds exclusively,
to be autographed & blessed.

Christ sponsored by Coke Zero,
the sugar free Coke drink.
Underwritten by Lloyds Bank,
all the cooperates are in sync.

So pull up yer front row seats,
pour yerself an ice cool beer.
The show starts in 5 minutes,
for the second coming’s here.

The futility of grief

I shan't shed a tear for you
nor shall I shed a tear for them.
For if these tears were so easily shed
I would shed them for a lifetime.

Meanwhile in local news. . .

Today the 364th British Soldier was killed
in Afghanistan.
Meanwhile in local news. . . . .

Broken promises – No 23

Purple handed,
a badge
of honour
for a lifetime
on the burn.

“I’m stopping soon”
Fake smiles
with yellow teeth,
to pacify you
once again.

You recognise
the lie
and when
they cut me open
the last laugh

wont be mine.

Another night on the streets

Drunks, drop-outs & junkies,
low-life scum & flunkies.
Understanding little but stories,
socialists, moderates, tories.

Young, in-betweens & the old,
rejected, ignored & sold.
Can you feel my freezing pain?
Another night on the streets again.

Judged, decided, condemned,
broken, abused ‘til the end.
We’d never met, I never spoke,
you spat in my face, battered & broke.

Doorways, alley’s & skips,
huddled, frozen, in bits.
Can you imagine this pain?
Another night on the streets again.

Eyes that are pleading in vain,
for a chance to be off these streets again.

Dedicated to the wonderful people at The Brick Homeless Project in Wigan

The Valentine Day Massacre

The heads fell off yer flowers,
an’ I didn’t kop a feel.
Yer battered all the wine
an’ I burnt the fucking meal.

Yer chose this day to say,
that yer always hated me.
Yer could ‘ave at least waited,
‘til I’d sat down for me tea.

All me dreams are shattered,
they've gone right up the pole.
Although you say yer hate me,
can I ‘ave just one last hole?

Valentines day massacre,
me heart is smashed to bits.
Yer should ‘ave told me sooner,
I was getting on yer tits.

Tea for two

His old flask sits upon the windowsill,
like a lost dog looking for it’s owner.
Tartan skin reflected in broken glass,
painted steel glistening in the sunshine.

Foolhardy in all that you ever were,
sanctified with a gift for a poor choice.
Walking the frost laden Lockerbie hills,
your final, irreversible mistake.

So I’ll fill this withered tartan old flask,
pour us both a drink, cups of tea for two.
Toast the memories that you left behind,
scorn the choices of a life you squandered.

Follically challenged

I’m follically challenged,
but I couldn’t give a shit.
When I look into the mirror,
what looks back at me is fit.

Crows feet enhance my charm,
and fit this face of beauty
Define these dark, deep eyes,
to be striking is my duty.

So tell me what's the problem,
that I have several chins?
When just above my first one,
lies the cheekiest of grins.

My age is not my challenge,
can’t you see I’m wrote for luck.
So take me as you find me,
because I don’t give a fuck

Penance

Well I don’t have much to give,
but take it with my blessing.
Strangle love I need to live,
choke the lies that I’m confessing.

I’m a sinner, please forgive me,
for I know what I have done.
Vent your fury as it should be,
I am history and gone.

Futile reasons don’t exist,
I wont hide ‘neath pointless lies.
Nor the truth will I resist,
that’s reflected in your eyes.

This is my eternity,
a fitting lifetime sentence.
Purgatory the prize,
repenting as my penance.

All roads have lead to here.

Those without life’s earnest pain,
love eludes their barren lives,
every path we ever trod;
our fate, conclusion nears.

Hollow months spent to fix,
precious love never lost.
a paradox of truth;
lamentable futility.

Neath shimmering winter scene
the Forest of Bowland awaits
bearing reverent testimony,
to sincerity and love.

Fulfilment to embrace
realisation of dreams,
beginning of a journey,
all roads have lead to here.

Published in the Mudhutter Football Express October 2010

The sexual awakening of fatty

Two big fatties
shagging in the park,
is it any wonder
the kids all laugh and bark?

Eat more cake
and scoff that pie,
"it's my glands you know"
well that's a lie.

One bowed bench
groans beneath the weight,
what a crushing end
for you my wooden mate.

All of our taxes
paying for the fact,
you'll eat yourself to death
'cause you're too fucking fat.

Published in the Mudhutter Football Express October 2010

End game

The beginning of the end,
or the end of the beginning?
Are my sins to absolved,
can I ever be forgiven?

Peter’s gates await me,
on that day I will be judged.
I’ll drag my weary body,
one last time through mortal sludge.

Of a lifetime of mistakes,
am I really so hard bitten?
Am I cold and old and sold,
from the pages I have written?

The start of the end,
or the end of the start?
Tell me who is going to save me,
keep me safe within their heart?

Alone

Fair weather friends will fade,
as sun sets for the final time.
Distancing themselves,
as pain bleeds onto cold earth.

Remembered with warmth,
regaling times of stunning colour.
Cut adrift in your hour of need,
asphyxiated with false hope.

Deserted, abandoned,
to chain stoke alone