I don't know what to say about this. I hope you don't either.
Walking
0300 Zulu
Beer wine whiskey
You there
On that wall
Leaning
Waiting
For what
Closer
Look at me
I’ll hurt you
Fucker
I’ll break your legs
Look at me
Fucker
Ah your here
Your girlfriend
Was behind the
Wall
Fucker
Thats ok then
Don’t look
At me
Keep walking.
Sunday 24th July 2016 2:53 am
War.
The pain
Has no name
It travels in vain
It shows disdain.
It takes all.
It gives heroes.
Briefly.
It gives orphans.
Griefly.
It gives hope.
Thiefly.
But no one knows who started it.
Thursday 7th July 2016 8:01 pm
The Depths of Stillness.
When there’s nothing left but an empty heart
When all thats left will pull you apart
When you look at the sun and see a cloud
And look at a cloud and feel despair.
You turn a corner and see a hill.
And what they offer is just a pill.
And the pain you feel, that, just can’t kill.
All you can do is sit very very very still.
When you try to run its a tiny step
Yo...
Tuesday 5th July 2016 9:52 pm
Betrayed by the hands.
Check the bolt
For action
Hands slip and slide
Mud and sweat
Sweat and mud
“Alright mate”
“Aye”
“Alright mate”
“Aye”
“We’ll be alright”
“Aye”
Said a thousand times
a thousand times
“Alright mate”
“Aye”
Check the bayonet
Check the bolt
Fucking hands
Shake
And sweat
Fucking hands
Shake
“Alright mate”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
“Alrigh...
Friday 1st July 2016 9:45 am
Orchard Park Housing experiment Hull 1960's
Young alive on Orchard Park.
Always dismal sometimes dark.
Watching dogs shit in the street
Paperboy quotas to meet.
Lordly castle thrown up cheap
Two up two down lovers leap.
Two trees to climb keeping fit
One field to play with kids and kit.
Fucking field full of dog shit.
Three blocks of flats
Filled up and run by twats.
Old people shipped quotas to meet
It's like abroad after...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:32 pm
Stories to tell..
Cathy was my friend.
I was twenty.
Cathy was twenty three.
she worked
at British Home Stores.
On the counter
where lipstick
and smells jostled.
Colours for the nose.
Candy for the eye.
She was pretty.
Very pretty.
We’d meet in
The pub.
“The Cheese”.
We’d drink.
We’d get stoned.
And go and
have sex.
We didn’t
make love.
...
Friday 24th June 2016 12:09 am
Banal Repetition...
What is it
said
Just before bed
Or intrusion
In your head
Or interrupt
Like a pixel fool
Your football fix
Schedule
How many?
You don’t remember.
What……?
How many goals
Three to two
You’ll never forget
Had a winning bet.
How many
You don’t recall
But you love
That winning goal
What….?
I’m just saying
Bodies by the ton..
What…
...Monday 20th June 2016 3:42 pm
Drinking was dangerous.
I’m glad Mr Browning is
No longer my mate
the eyes in...
The back of my head
See red mist
And a wall
With a picture
Screaming in its
Asylum
Grey fat
Splat
Drips and slides
Wars late
Homicide
Impulse is fun
But to be
Avoided.
Tuesday 14th June 2016 3:56 pm
Valparaiso 1980 modern guilt...
Bob Dylan
Guided people to their places
In the cemetery
Wearing a top hat
We were gone
Going
To Valparaiso
The Horn was sick and busy
I vomited my breakfast.
Pinochet welcomed us
With hands held out.
Marlborough and whiskey and
Threats with burp guns.
Dont mention Pablo…
Don’t mention the Stadium de Santiago.
Dragging mind in dirt
Like fifty filthy...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 2:20 pm
Pffffft
I don’t know
How about that
I think you are
A bit of a twat
Ive lived a life
Ive lost some words
Grandma cooked
Lemon curds
She’d been bombed
Id been conned
Into the same
No one to blame
Oh wait
Yes there is
Her lemon curds
And mince pies
Meant more then
Their lies
That she learnt
In a blackout
I didn’t learn
In an office
With a sh...
Sunday 5th June 2016 11:12 pm
Cyentha. Is that really you....
Dear dear Cyentha
our worlds have drifted apart
your words of love
held my heart
and I dreamed of romance
in a foreign part
I thought
i'd go the whole
wide world
i'd be in heaven
then I discovered
your a hairy bloke
with an AK47.
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:13 pm
Hahaha so... WOL is now el Poff.
I am lonely
but not that loney
i am horney
but not that horney
i like frreedom
not invasion
for all
thats gone before
I think
need the moderator!
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Friday 3rd June 2016 8:49 pm
Hello my name is Cyentha.
i saw...
Saturday 4th June 2016 1:11 pm
Each life and Mary
Each life
Is our life
My life
Not your
Life
Your life
Is your life
Not my life
A commitment
We can peer
We can steer
We can
Career
Be near
Over fear
Or drear
Shed a tear
A sharing
We can love
We can hate
We can holy
Debate
Deep contemplate
Lost fate
Can’t create
Deaths sad state
Ive never seen so much nothing
...Saturday 28th May 2016 4:53 pm
Undo the knot and paint me a portrait.
Undo the knot
Release the bindings
Free my mind
Drink my beer
Hold my hand
Walk my road
Take my mind
Inhale my fear
Kiss my heart
Lick my arse
Be unkind
Blind eyes clear
Throw down hate
Kill my face
Reflect mankind
Wash in tears
Fly higher
Live underground
Roots unbind
Kill all thats queer
Feel my death
Love yo...
Friday 27th May 2016 5:09 pm
And So.
Splashing along
Past the wall
Behind which
The off white
Ageless
Stones stare
Back at
Wanderers
And seekers
And pilgrims
And guests
Memento Mori
Seeking words
In ancient
Tomes
From long lost
Homes
And forgotten
Names
Of every type
And custom
And history
Memento Mori
All the fears
Drawing near
Reduced by
Ath...
Wednesday 25th May 2016 10:14 pm
Amsterdam damage.
In late Nineteen eighty two
i was feeling very frail.
And on this occasion
went a bit off the rails.
Not really knowing
Who I am
I took myself off
To Amsterdam.
There I met a mate
Who was a little bit gone
Always called himself
by the name of Mad John.
He set me up there
with a nice little number.
Something to do,
A nice little number.
...Wednesday 25th May 2016 9:43 pm
Homage
Fuck them
That aint us
Amen
In the pain
And overflowing
Disdain for
Those we call
Warriors
Are the greatest
Of us
Hiding under
Bushells
Of damage
And fear
Hold them near
Tight
And dear
Drink their
Fear
To understand
The truth
Of your own lives
They are your
Reality
Living next door
Your fantasy
You...
Sunday 22nd May 2016 9:35 pm
To the drum.
Dressed as a pauper.
looks like a thief.
Pushing the boundaries
Of your disbelief.
The raggedy man
in raggedy pants.
Arguing loudly
incoherent rants.
Stares covered in shame
Thinking of different
things to blame.
Don’t talk to him
he’s only a tramp.
Stay away from
his miserable stance.
Heap your scorn
on his shambling form.
Never minding why
h...
Saturday 21st May 2016 9:34 pm
Days.
This was a Dylan day
Full of romance and
Mysticism
I sang along
With blood in my eyes
And wandered at
The women I have
Loved
And would we still
Be together
If I was Bob Dylan
And was
Forever young.
And tomorrow was
A day of anger
And hate
And I sat in my car
And shouted
Punk
Rancid songs
Out loud
At pedestrians
And driving
...Friday 20th May 2016 9:40 pm
Stranger things
To discover a friend
Is so strange
The way of meeting
Is always rare
Minds in courtship
Feelings laid bare
Honesty given
Distrust is so easy
So how is it
Known
This friendship
What are the
Balances
That declare
A bond for
Someone
out there
A beautiful mind
I knew it for sure
When I heard
Of a flight
To mud compounds
And lost peo...
Wednesday 18th May 2016 7:47 pm
Keemo Kids
Chemo kids,
say keemo kids.
Beautiful pale,
Androgynous,
Hail.
The chemo kids.
They can’t fail.
Inspire and scale
the towers of life.
Fighting,
So beautiful.
The chemo kids.
They take our hearts.
Each loving one.
Trembling, crying.
Limbo and laughter,
Hairless,
Painted eye brows.
Porcelain skin,
...Tuesday 17th May 2016 8:17 pm
Struggling through.
Struggling through
The weeds
Feet dragging
in sand
Sun glaring
Blinding
With its
Promise
Of warmth
Trying to
Reach water
For the cool
Balm
She washed cum
From the
Palm of her hand
In a bowl of
Holy water
Etched a cross
In the dirt on
The back of her
Hand
With the same
purety
Feet cut on
hidden glass
Pockets picked
...Monday 16th May 2016 8:57 pm
Homage to Joe
Punk rocker unrepentant
Why the fuck should I be?
Lose the resentment?
Have all the social jokes
Become a real hilarity?
Yes I see it all the time.
Because they’re back!
But so are we.
We never left.
Here’s the litany of lies
Leading us to hang
Miners sorry for missing the truth.
Sorry Maggie, if it wasn’t for us
You wouldn’t have to pay
All t...
Sunday 15th May 2016 10:05 pm
Only Words.
Everyones spitting gritting hitting shitting whimsical pastures of pestilential sepulchritude.
…Which is about someone spitting a dummy out and putting it back un-wiped in their gob.
With thanks to lovely wordress Lynn.
Which made me think…
The masterful mastication of the master masturbators morose onanism is entrenched entrancement
.…watching someone wank.
The...
Thursday 12th May 2016 9:31 pm
My Granddad.
Granddad 1930
Granddad
Grand lad
Blanket row
to
East Yorkshire
Regiment
Battle garland
“Oppy wood”
18 yrs old
Covered in mud
Killing and dying
Mired in blood
Lived to
Be broken
Lived to be token
Of the man who
Left grandma’s house.
Became fist fighter
Became bare knuckle
Fighter
Champion
Drunkard
Champion of
Old Hul...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 8:34 pm
Tears tears and love.
Today just now was a day of remembrence by Candlelighters for the lost children of cancer.
Too many words
In the head
Write them
Down
Before bed.
A day of heroes
Hundreds of heroes
And hugs
And a Hero
Juxtapose
My cowardice
Beautiful brave
Liv
Who came to give
With hundreds of
Heroes and love
Too many to
Really name
All the same
...Sunday 8th May 2016 6:53 pm
My mate Nick.
His hands shook
His face contorted
He fought with
His stomach
Every morning
Slipped whiskey
In the coffee
At breakfast
Thought no one
Noticed.
His breath stunk
His skin was
pallid
He hadn’t washed
His eyes
Were like
Dark
Stained glass
Portholes
As he peered
Out his blurry
Life at the
World.
3rd Engineer
Nicky.
...Friday 6th May 2016 9:32 pm
bbc is Tory TV.
A quick topical banger...... written on the fly.
I want to opt out of my license fee.
I want to opt out of the bbc.
i want to feel media free
not listen to em take the pee.
Don't want the bbc any nearer
I always watch Al Jazeera.
So really I aint been funny
i'd sooner give them my money.
Its about me having a voice
and exercising my right to choice.
Now bbc TV is Tory TV
they reall...
Friday 6th May 2016 7:28 pm
Warsaw 1944 Ghetto
Warsaw 1944 Ghetto
Men women and children
Pushed behind a wall
A barbed wire fence
Starved of sustenance
Limited health care
Slow education
No job opportunities
Daily fear of death
Racial hatred
The constant anger
And fear of the gun
Made to live in squaller
Hopeless children
No place to call home
Summary execution
Crammed together
No hope n...
Monday 2nd May 2016 3:58 pm
Heard this happened. Who knows.
They ran wild in woods
Full of bears
And carried bells
And pepper spray
To keep the bears at bay
They knew no fear
The road was clear
Safety a written rule
They laughed and frolicked
And mocked the wild life
with their bells
And hid behind
Their pepper
Until one day
Invited to stay
At a vets on the hill
In weather a
little drizzly
He ...
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:14 pm
Punks and the Dolls.
Heres something... but I think you have to be a certain "age" to keep up. Written for fun and good memories shared. Its a longy but I dig it. Its modified but verified! Oi Oi!
Punks and The Dolls or A Poem for People
Punks and The Dolls came out to play
On another heavy make up day.
Claiming anarchy in the UK.
What a contentious thing to say.
With the Damned and ...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 9:03 pm
My Son My Sun
My son
My love
My beautiful boy
Everyday
You gave me
Joy
I kissed
Your brow
And saw sun
Upon your
Lips
And fire
In
Your mind
And
To hold you
Was the most
Of the best
Of the greatest
Feelings flowing
heartward
And I
Loved you
Beyond
Anything
Real
I need to kiss
Your brow
I need to hold
Your hand
I n...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:06 pm
Blaire Peach 1979
Blaire Peach 1979
April the 23rd 1979
Lives destroyed
Peace out of reach
The terrible death
Of Mr Blaire Peach
We’d gone to Southall UB1
London town
Wearing badges
and a frown
And marched our anger
The National Front
The enemy at our gates
They waved the Union Jack
They raised right arms
In fascist salute
The police charged us
...Saturday 23rd April 2016 5:21 pm
Write now every day.
The fight
Is so fucking
Awful
Awful
And deep.
Deeper then
The sea
Sucking
Pain lashed
Shorelines.
Minds lost
In fathomless
Dismal
Distorted
Thoughtless.
Brassy deep
Loud
Dyed blond
Faircoat
Knickers in
A drawer
With her
Empathy
Frontal lobe
Desperate
The search
Goes on
missing
Longed
...
Saturday 16th April 2016 6:52 pm
Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter)
When you have cancer
The world becomes smaller.
The world becomes hospitals.
Chemicals and Nabilone.
Hope and dreams to confess.
Free for you from the NHS.
So the world is smaller
Yet its also bigger.
Because the fight that ...
Thursday 14th April 2016 10:22 pm
Your Seven
Walking hand in hand
Your seven.
Wide eyes.
Big world.
Small warm hand
Reaches for and
Buries in my paw.
Mans hand, callouses and oil.
But still fists full of love.
Protection and love.
We kick leaves.
High
Golds and reds.
Asphalt coated
In browns and beauty.
The leaves fly up
Whirl and flow
Swirling
Unplanned patterns.
Stick to our shoes
...Tuesday 12th April 2016 4:20 pm
The thief of life.
The thief of life stole furtively onto the dance floor.
And danced his dance of death.
Which became a dance of life :-)
A vast ballroom full of balls.
Spinning and backdrops showing the soul.
fearlessly stacked on high kicking legs.
Singing blossoming ballads of beauty.
The fight back shouts choruses of courage.
And sambas of selfless serenity.
Mohamed and Jesus pogoed ...
Monday 11th April 2016 9:43 pm
Don't be the fool.
I saw a man who had no teeth.
Sneaking round the library,
looked like thief.
One eye cast to the floor
The other, glass, saw no more.
And as his wig did slip
I saw no evidence
Of ear nor tip…. and
He turned a page with prosthetic hand
His thumb was attached with a plastic band
Then to my horror I saw a hole
Close, very close to where we would have a nose.
...
Monday 11th April 2016 9:40 pm
Dancing in the mind.
When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundle...
Monday 11th April 2016 9:39 pm
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