People of Facebook
(The Boxing day lament)

People loving people, be they here or gone.
People missing people, as they never came home.
People moving on, they had enough or said goodbye.
People determined to change, they can't take anymore lies.
People recovering be it from illness or ale.
People who look after them, for love or for pay.
People who are lost, yet seem to have it all.
People with nothing, yet shared all they could.
People who moan here, as no one listens at home.
People frustrated, people adrift.
People in love, but no way to fix it.
People who aren't yet as no one is near them.
People divorced playing Christmas child chess.
People alone in a house full of people.
People just happy, they lasted the year.
People worried it's the last Christmas they'll see.
People who shout "Bah humbug" but don't mean it at all.
People who holiday to avoid it all, the memories and troubles that the season recalls.
People who just take the dog for a walk.
People with faith who praise Jesus's name.
People who ask is he a character in a game?
People who are pagan enjoying light nights again.
People oh people this is all that there is, no practice no replay no second chance at it.
So try to see people as they really are and I hope you find happiness wherever you are.

Love to all you lovely people and I hope you get what you desire x

All that is in the dark is all that is in the light
You do not fear the dark
You fear the lack of light, the not knowing what is there, is the misnomer.
For all that the light shows you,
goes nowhere in its absence.
Creatures of the night do not come forth and steal all that is there, that is the work of your senses.
For when the light goes and the dark is left, the brain substitutes reason for imagination.
So it is in fact yourself you fear
Not the darkness
So why do you fear yourself...

Why are you naked and stood in the road.

I am protesting for others who are enslaved in the east.
They work in sweatshops and are tortured for greed.
Making shirts for shops to sell to you
Cheaper and cheaper your hands has their blood.

Come inside get cleaned up you're filthy too please oh please let me help you.

I can't because oil companies exploited a tribe and poisoned their water and all of them died.
So your heating is shamefull and your water is theft.
Take off your clothes and join me instead.


Well lets get some food and at least check you out, that cough sounds bad and the sores can be dressed.
You can't fight their cause if you're starving to death.

You food is the product of toture and greed
The beasts are in cages and slaughtered in fear
Your crops are GM and killing the earth, become a vegan you know it makes sense.

So all that I have and all that I do is offensive to you?
You're a product of that, with your middle class dad who worked to his death so bills could be paid
He paid through the **** and then with his life for your schooling and dance and all you now hate.
You judge me and others as state sponsored **** while you pioisly lecture then sit smoking dope.

That cough that sounds bad will your mum come soon?
Take you to swiftly to the emergency room, private of course and step daddy pays! You're just rebelling and finding your way.
Then Dr will treat you with a little jab. Tested on monkeys in someones lab
He was at the same Uni and you drank with him, he used his degree and did good with it.
We have evolved, be it good or bad
We've made mistakes and some so bad
But fight from within and make that your goal because hugging a tree will just get you cold
Now go find a cause and work for its good
Because you're an embarrassment to all of us!

He's nice
Quite cute
But a little bit old
He is old fashioned
Not exciting at all

Dresses smart
But not casual
He held open the door
If he was just younger
Or a few inches taller
I'd give that a whirl

Weeks later you're sat there
Listening again
To how an Adonis
Dumped her again
Why can't she meet one
One that's for keeps
When all that you are
Is all that she seeks

Chemistry, spark
All of those things
And none of them
Where you're concerned

So off on her quest
He must be out there!
He's in here you fool
In the opposite chair

She'll never realise
He'll never tell
I simply watch them
As their lifes tick away

Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom

The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.

It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze

All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My ****" said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.

Just once I wish you would open up and reveal what you dislike of yourself, what you hate, what you do not love.
Show me the dark places within your soul so the light can reach them..
For there is where I must begin

Breeze blown leaves and the suns dying rays
Shadows become darkness at the fadeing of the day
Eyes become heavy and limbs like lead
Our ancestors protect us as we take to our bed
Summer ends as winter begins
Rituals practiced across the world
Prepare now for winter
Prepare for snow
Look towards spring
When new buds will grow

Of all the souls I met upon my journey.
Hers was the most beautiful, the most troubled and the kindest of hearts.
The most open, yet the most contained.
But that part of my journey came to an end. For our paths split never to meet again

I dreamed of an island I could make home
But the sea rose and soon it was gone
So high on a mountain was next on the list
But crops wouldn't grow on snow covered cliffs
So I went to the hills and cut down the trees, made cabins where they stood and planted the fields.
All was ok, I thought this is the place!
Till the mudslide came and washed us away.
All that was left was to go to the plains, the breadbowl of life and to start off again.
Acre on acre we planted the crop, watered from wells drilled deep underground.
How happy we were and all seemed fine, till tornadoes came and moved house again!
So the sea goes up and the wind comes down. Floods and icebergs becoming the norm
Frackings poisoned the water and coal the air Japan glows in the dark so we cant go there
Nothing left but to find a new world and Elon Musks ahead of the game.
Mother earths being killed off by her own kids, as like parasites we ferociously nibble away.
She gave us the sun and the wind and the waves...
But once we realised
It was too late.

Some people are in your life for a reason
Some people are the reason you live
Some are the reason you can live
Some are the only reason for living
Know who is there for what reason
Do not try to reason with or about the others
For their love, their lives and their reasoning is not your concern

You fall in love instantly
It just takes you time to realise

Imaginary words is all I have
For I can't speak when you're around
I rehearsed "Hello" and "How are you" a thousand times maybe more
Then into sight you come and the words are lost and can't reach my tongue
As though they ran and hid themselves so as not to make me look a fool and babble and stutter and drewel
Imaginary words are all I've had for decades now and no way out
There must be so many primed to go but they simply never flowed
For my words you could never hear as another whispered in your ear
Even when I thought he had gone and I foolishly spoke some of them
The words I had imagined I would speak long since died without a peep
I know now but didn't then that words can't be stored and used again
If I love you was to be said it has to be there and then
For I loved you once is not the same nor is shall we try again
For imagined words were never said
For she tasted honey in anothers bed

Five drinks later and loose of lip
She outlined her desires
I'd chuck my knickers at you!
But I'd have to ring them out first!!!

Shameless and longing she needed him now
But our victim saw love in her eyes

To the room for her craving
For him all he desired
An hour later, both were satisfied

She left him her number
But please only texts
She had tasted honey
And would want it again

Hair perfect, lips so red and full
Almost beckoning in her ignorance
She played her game
Holding court, the queen bee
She knew her craft and what to be

Every glance counter played
With ethereal invites of contempt
One would try but who?
One was all she craved

He sat and followed her every move
The curve of her dress as she stood
Just enough reveal to draw his eyes
To the skin above her stocking top
Just visible in the dim light

She re crossed her legs once more
Make no mistake it was a rallying cry
A call to arms and he was hooked
With the vision of her thighs

He ventured over ready to engage
Before he could say a single word she spoke
" ***** martini, no ice"
Make it quick as you're mine tonight

Fall so hard the ground fractures
Feel it shake your core
Get up to broken surroundings
Cries of woe all around
You never saw the edge
Or how you missed your step
But your life lies broken
Alone because of her

It wasn't so difficult
It didn't feel wrong
As she went out shopping
But shopping for love

She knew what she wanted
The same that she had had
Just younger and attentive
Before he was a dad

Muscles and tanned
Not a care in the world
Just meat on the market
No one gets hurt

But a game of passion
A tryst of deciet
Lie to ones hart
Opens a rift

The stolen moments
More needy and often
Eat at the fabric
That holds her as one

The husband the father
The daddy the rock
Is now just a stranger
His soulmate is gone

For a time she made me feel so much more than I ever was. No matter what I did she was always there, always behind me. I felt like I could take on the world and be home in time for tea, then bed we made love like we were one, as though the universe itself embraced us. Then one day it didn't. I know not which day as I had noticed no change. I was asleep at the wheel. The relationship left the road. It was a fatality

I can't sing you a lulaby
Ive no words to help you sleep
I cant singng you a lulaby
Because you're not here with me

Oh I can't mend your broken heart
I cant take away your pain
I cant sing you a lulaby
It isn't for me to sing

Tomorrow you will wake up
So tired and so alone
Face the day half awake
Longing to go home

For no one sings a lulaby
No one sings to you
You wouldn't hear it if I did
The words wont get through

Night after night he dreams of you
It's all that he can do
Singing you a lulaby
But it never gets to you

Life is a game some say
Well games have rules don't they?
Do we simply play with people?
With or against?
Is that the all of our existence?
Do we try to win?
Win what? Love? Money? Position? Just what?
In doing so, with each win, we loose.
To believe different reveals a fool.
The best we can ever hope to achieve is life without fear.
Fear of loss, hunger, poverty, loneliness, hurt and emotions many.
Be it selfishly of with others empathy.
Know when you play this game, and roll the dice, move your piece, change your position in this life.
Tell your story, play YOUR game, choose a side or shy away.
Remember this and this alone.
The game will end, when is beyond your control.
All you have done, achieved, lost or found, loved, desired, or craved, wanted or needed, shouted or screamed for or just remained silent over.
It's all gone, because this was never your game
We're only players each the same
Rolling the dice
Again and again
Again
And
Again

At the end of all our wars and conflicts, when the last bomb is dropped, the last bullet fired, and the last man is left standing the victor, know one thing.
He is already dead...

I once commented upon the pants ******* rollercoaster ride that is life
Someone said "What you consider important today, will not be a priority tomorrow"
Tell that to a cancer patient
A parent whos child is bullied
A lover who finds texts on their partners phone
A child who looses a parent..
Maybe we were on a different ride in a different car after all

I am not here to paint the dawn the colours you require each day
Nor can I make the breeze gentle enough to cool you on a summers day
I can't make a peach taste just right or the dress you want two shades lighter and a little longer
I can't fix all that is wrong in your life by putting a plaster made of dollar bills over the imaginary wound
For if you wake each day thinking somebody today will fix it all
Then you will go to sleep each night with all the same expectations and nothing to show for the day
But it's ok
There is always Starbucks

It's only the ice between us and the water beneath
All that keeps us from being drowned is the thinnest frozen sheet
So fragile under our feet, but on blades of steel some try to skate
Some manage to keep it up whilst others just collide and fall
The ice in life is not for us all

You were left there
To hold promises
But you let them go

Do you look at a woman and wonder if
she can do all the things your mother did?
Do you look at her hands for signs of wear or check out the roots in her flowing hair
Or do we pass in a glance and write her off?
Too old, too tall or her figures gone south
Do you look at the the lines upon her face and imagine the emotions from which they were made?

Do you listen to the laughter and the change in her voice relaxed after a glass of her favourite red or do you simply ponder  how too take her to bed

Did you listen to all that she had to say or do the words she says just fade away
Did you pay attention or miss the cue
Because that was all you had to do

Do you now watch as she walks away?
All those words she tried to say
The looks she gave and all the hints
All of them you completely missed


All that she was willing to give
But you never saw her skills

For we look at each other and miss so much of all the signs of another's love.

So raise you eyes and try to see what others try to show to you
For if you don't and keep them down
You will spend your life all alone.

We are all that is made from the words of others and the emotions they give, or take.
The building blocks or rubble of our very fabric, and all that separates growth from decay can be just a word, one single word.
Growth can be slow and nurtured by another, but decay, oh decay can be swift and destroy so much in an instant.
There comes a time when we begin to build a wall rather than build ourselves.
It gets higher around us until it shuts out all the world
Then we die within our own prison
Built from bricks made with the words of others

I kissed her like my life depended upon it
I didn't know it did.

Hi gorgeous what sign are you?

No entry

I was left high up in the ugly tree dumped and the stork flew away!
I turned to look around me and you guessed it I slipped and fell
Falling fast I hit every branch until I hit the ground
I landed face first where a cow had just crapped, my welcome to the world
I stood up and shook myself, my body not its best, was this the start of something or the begining of the end
I went to school, college too and I just dealt with it all
The snears and making fun off me I learned to ignore
I was different or odd or not the same as you, why it mattered so much I never really knew
I stopped looking in mirrors, I probably scared kids
I don't like my photograph in fact it makes me sick
I wear clothes that hide my shape they really never fit
I have the body of the demon
But an angel hides within
See past all the labels the stigmas you attached
I am no different it's you that lives the lie
The colour of my hair and skin is just how I am wrapped
I am all I'll ever be, no make up heels or fillers to make me look the part
My face doesn't dissolve at night or rub off on my pillow
My lips are crooked, eyebrows thin and my teelth may not be straight
But I spend my cash putting dinner on my kids plates not make up on my face
So judge me not on what you see
Don't judge me at all!
You never earned the right too
You never will at all

The view from the foxhole, down the rabbit hole
They say life is a series of moments. Some pivotal some fleeting. The fear in a childs eyes, the despair in the dying, the hope in a birth.
But those moments may happen decades apart. The irony is a single event can play them back all in parallel, simultaneously in a nano second, like a high voltage shock, trigured by anything. Something as simple as looking in a mirror or the sound of a childs cry. Thus it is little wonder sometimes people can just overload and snap. Fall into that mirror, that eternally looped moment. More disrurbing is you may be the trigger, or the stop by a simple word or action.

On Wednesday I wanted to **** myself
It was the perfect storm when all around me was black and painful
I made it to Thursday

I can't fix the world
I have tried
Made myself ill trying to fill the voids of poison relationship
Crossed boundaries I would never, to get an answer for a friend
But in the stillness of night the only thing left is nothing
For when you are alone, there is nothing that presents itself that bridges that gap
Loneliness is all and a harsh sorid mistress

I have been blamed for rain and blamed for snow
Told I was wrong for doing as I am told
Why is it so hot, oh why is it so cold!
Don't touch me, but I need someone to hold
It's raining again, it isn't my fault
Your hairs gone frizzy and ruined the night out
Shall we just get a cart or a glass box on wheels?
So you can be perfect in all seasons reveals
Throw down the mirror and the perfect facade
You think that people can't see inside?
Angry and twisted a corkscrew heart
So blame everyone for all of your woes
See how that works when you are alone

Love doesn't fall apart as it ages
It isn't like a building but none the less needs maintenance
We often strangle it with expectation or smother its voice.
It isn't alive and yet we must feed it.
It has no conscience and yet we scold it with angry words.
It has no substance at all and yet can be poisoned.
There is no structure to it, no plan.
Though we treat it as a building, a temple or shrine.
It collapses without a sound but the screams are deafening.
When love is done it doesn't walk away like a wounded animal to die alone.
It is euthanized by some, executed by others but always killed by one.
So what of love, Is it real
Is it yours or mine or ours?
Is it stolen, loaned or cheated?
However you obtain it remember to nurture it or like any living thing...
It will die.

All the things that are to die for
Are what generally **** us in the end
Alcohol
Tobacco
Sugar
Love
Justice
Truth
Some quickly
Some slowley
Most by our own hand

In death I have no secrets from the living
As they paw over my carcas and treasures
Sharing the spoils of a life lost, be they my organs or chattles

In death I have no power over the living
As they discuss my demise and a lifes peaks and troughs, those they knew of

In death I only have silence for no word will be uttered on my behalf, no lament
For in death I am alone,
As I was in life
As I am in life
As I embrace death

Transatlantic feeling frantic on route to Milan to see a man
To listen to sages and the academic elite talk of wormholes and conciousness beliefs
Presentations and conversations by those at the top of their game
But concentrate as she might long into the stary night the rhythm was always there..
Off again and on a plane over the North Sea
Stronger and stronger the beat would wander into her dreams
Touching land there he was his face as shocked as hers
For both had been listening to nothing more than the music of their hearts
Two years have past and governments and continents could no longer divide them
So if you look in Atlanta Decatur you are now sure to find them
Just ask anyone where is bongo Pete or just close your eyes at night
Then follow the sound of the distant drumming, you will surely find them
When you reach a blues joint look inside and there for all to see
Now husband and Wife, and playing all night
Mr and Mrs Lornie

There is a place within us all where grumpiness makes its home.
It lurks and festers like a sorid disease and waits for the day it chooses to be seen.
Seldom seen by the one who caused it, more ofter let loose on the one who adores you.
But like anger, fear, hate and love, grumpiness is just another part of us.
But always beware for it can mutate and become depression and cause more pain.
So scream and shout and let it rip! Tell grumpiness go pack its ****
Sling your hook and ****** off you're not wanted here anymore.
And while you find another to plague i'll be sat with a cup of Earl Grey
Wondering how you had the gaul to cage my smile you emotional fraud.

We skip through life in the blink of an eye
Collecting and loosing at the same time
From emotional highs to their woeful lows
The years fly by unnoticed by most
From loves great moments to the losses and pain
We learn from experience and begin to hold fear
Fear of the night and of being alone
Fear of rejection and life on our own
So be it walking or skipping or running for your life
Put on the breakes and open your eyes
Because if it's all gone in the blink of an eye
You where born and you died and never lived life

At 3 am when sleep won't call, the mind goes places it shouldn't ought.
To past times of joy and some of pain but mostly to thoughts of future days.
For in those waves between wake and sleep, others walk through your thoughts and dreams.
Some simply pass and head on through, others kick off their travellers shoes.
They pull up a chair and in that altered state are as real as flesh in the wakeing world.
But the thoughts I like and hold most dear are the thoughts that somehow seem quite surreal.
Friends be you close or an ocean away, you wandered into my thoughts today.

I feel as though I have been undone
One cell at a time
An erosion of myself
Like a child pulling a thread watching a scarf disappear into a long ruffled length of wool
It has some memory of its previous form like DNA
Each morning when I wake, I feel like that ball of wool has been re knitted but never the same
It is as though my emotions have been re configured

Daily I feel the pain in my chest like a reminder of the clock of life.
Anxiety or stress?
Who knows which?
But it remains like a choke hold on my heart.
Sometimes unbearable.
Frightened it may be the one.
The attack.
Then it subsides

Sometimes
All that is there is the emptiness
Not darkness
Not cold
Just the void
You could try
I mean to explain it
That in itself has a problem
For my emptiness
Isn't your emptiness
How could it be?

He always feared he would be never enough
If he lay beside her in fear of love

Always believing one day she would have gone
Into the arms of another who offered her more

All that he thought and all that was there
were nothing but dreams of a life with her

Entangled lives with tremulous pasts interlaced in a web of lust

But lust is fleeting and isn't love
And dreams were all it ever was

Asked what I'd do if my numbers came up?
If millions were suddenly mine
Would I buy a big house a horse or a car
Get a yacht and date models or movie stars
Would I spend all my time from beach to beach seeing the world and dining like a king
Would I spend my nights with ladies of pleasure, whose virtue in dollars is how they are measured.
Would I help all my friends and settle their debts
Build an ice rink where I lived for the kids to just play
There are many of them that I would do
But all of them pointless
Without
You

Some say we have lived our lives many times before
Each life another opportunity
They believe a soul mate criss crosses our path
And that said we miss each other
If I have spent my lives looking for you
Have you been looking for me?
Are we the same age?
Have I missed you?
Are you in a foriegn land?
Or have you moved into the next life?