Fallen from my pedastol
Drowning in my sorrow,
Dark days on thee horizon
Can,t face many more tomorrow,
The audience and the pedastol
I was not born for such a scene
The life of the fallen actor
Summed up in cyanide ice cream.

Give me the pills
To fight my ills
Poor psychotic me.
Never free from a violent mind
Who am l ? Never to be kind
Poor psychotic me.
North and south
Fight to become my mouth
My brain on a runaway train
who am I? Psychotic me
With a well befuddled brain.
i wish I wish I didn,t have to repeat
My mind has suddenly gone blank
Who am I ? Who am I ?
I!m a goldfish in a disappearing tank

Poor old me my poetry is crap
In life it's zilch,I can deal with that.
With every word with every breath
Poetry is poetry, death is death.

Wave of euphoria
Swept across my brain
Why was I happy?
When I'm going insane.
They feed me pills
For my mental ills
Yippeeee,!
Solitary confinement
Stuck,nowhere to go
the light bulb is dimming
Now that is a blow.
The Dolphins blow kisses
As the sparrows drink wine
Then darkness creeps forward
It's just a matter of time.

Who made who
It wasn't me ,see
So who did.?
God for bid it was not him
If it was, life would be grim
oh it is !
We live we cry
We **** we die
Oh we do!
depressing depressing
Good god my minds *******
Who made who
In this world of stew
It wasn't me, see
So give us a clue please do.

I brought a gnu without a paddle
I wish l knew I brought a gnu
I would have purchased a saddle.
Tickle be mum with a soft white feather
While all dressed up in all black weather.
the canoe and I decided to dream
Of milkshake and Bombay duck,
That's why in the scheme of things
I think I'm all out of luck.

im going to heaven in my rowing boat
With a kangaroo and a hippo named Fred
The journey seemed to be  quite interesting
until Fred had a dump.
I'm going to heaven in a bright yellow car
Because the boat was covered in ****.
Heaven is a place on earth
it's not imaginary you know
Clangers  live upon the moon
in a sweet diverse picture show.
Poetry is not my strongest point
But I play a mean game of darts,
While unraveling an anagram
Of thee orchestra and thee cart horse
o sol le mio
Ice cream for me I'm still going to heaven
Cause I got a ticket

Sweet smell of the roses
Romance ain't dead
We embraced while naked
Then we took pleasure to bed
A night to remember passion was there
Flesh upon flesh sweet.

I question good
I question bad
I'm very good
Then very sad
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of hate
Always uneasy
An unopened gate
l need a woman
To crack this nut
I'm the nearly man
Singing but but but
A ****** I be sitting
On a unbuilt wall
Smiling happily
waiting .

All this rain we are having I brought myself  a gnu
It arrived at my door with out a paddle
I'm thinking what do I do now
so I went a brought brite red saddle.
My aunt died in the night I kept in a box
It got out somehow I flattened it with my sock.
I'm not very good at smelling,
But my pet bee can hum
I like whiting crappie ditties its
Fun fun fun fun fun.
Nurse nurse where are you
I do like to be beside the seaside.

I'm getting old,I'm always cold
Do I really want to die.
Bones are creaking
Mind is failing
I can see no reasons why.
They stuck me in a chair
To watch TV
Hope and despair collide
Oh **** I've had a heart attack
I've only gone and died.
I was old, no longer cold
ive gone to meet my maker
Of in a box to the village crem
With my mate thee undertaker.

Thee enigma of stone
On our hallow land
The ****** snow shall coat,
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl
cuddling to stay afloat.
Hydra the nymph and the dragonfly
Warming their minds for spring
While The northern lights do a dance
And the nightingale begins to sing
Rays of the sun,summer has begun
hares and the bluebells do jive
Thee enigma of stone on our hallowed land
As everything seems to come alive.
Green turns to brown as the warm air fades
Thee onset of winter draws near
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl say **** not again.

Three blind mice
One on dope
So thee other two shot him
Now they can't cope
A problem occurs
The end you cannot see
Two don't work its always
Better with three.
Rivers become seas
Without the banks and trees
I cannot cope when it's me me,
Three hands on a clock while it's telling time
Two little mices now swinging for their crime,
Troublesome

Sitting down in puddles
Splashing in the rain
Eating cucumber sarnies
My actions are never plain.
Anything for a little titter
Anything for a little laugh
sitting here writing this ****
In a clown suit ,in my bath.
Comedian,chameleon
300 shades of red and green
Busted my gut trying to be funny
The surgeon removed my spleen.
Sitting down in puddles
With my sandwiches oh so wet
ten days straight in that clown suit
A little I began to fret.
Sweet days .

They come and go
These horrible thoughts,
Not staying long
Never to be caught.
The thought police
Are grabbing and pulling,
There I stand a rusty shilling.
Twisted mind a tortured soul
I swim around my begging bowl.
The Ravens peck at my open eyes
A nightmare in which I live
Sometimes I wish that I could cry
My head is an open sieve.

Recorded my life on a postage stamp
I used a five inch brush
Once cycled up Mount Everest
Who cares
The Sherpa didn't know
How to change a wheel
So I retired and lived in Kent.
Frankly my dear I don't give a ****
David Bowie to the laughing gnome
Sit there on your uneaten mushroom
And i weave you a song on the loom
Album me up I'm just a lost sticker
Lights going twenty watts
I don't like cricket I love it
Head lock holiday

Dreaming of a loving encounter
My emotions burn ,
Acid rain pours
From a uncertain watering can
What do I do when I haven't a clue
I **** myself

Sweet little spots
on a Dalmatians coat,
The plimsol line
On a turquoise boat.
Jack in the box
With a turbo Spring
A door bell dancing
To its own ring ting.
Alone I am in a dull
Sound proof room,
Come to me nurse
With your razor sharp spoon
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

Thoughts that make me
May be right or wrong
Who is to judge ?
life to me is one mistake
A rotting egg.
Oh **** a gene pool of fools
An idiot without bucket.
I've won the lottery
One hundred million
who,s going to water the plants.
A ticking time bomb
Need to return to the womb
Life seems ridiculous
On the rope I do dangle.

Do you remember the good old days
When syphlus and death ran wild
Do you remember the good old days
When diseases would take your child.
War and starvation,thousand million would die
There was never any good old days
Relentless misery that just made you cry.
Many Untold miseries all in a sinking boat
do you remember the good old days
When nobody could stay afloat

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.

Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
Madness did die
Then buried away.
Twenty one year
Passed slow in time
Madness resurrected
Another humanity crime.
Nationalism racism
Reared its ugly head
Misguided information
Then people we're dead.
Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
This madness in humans
Will never go away.
Does all this flag waving
Fill you with pride
Then the guns came to life
Then sanity died.

poppy day
Is every day
If your going
To remember the fallen

I have no flag
I have no religion
The past is the past
We did not learn

Oppressed by thee oppressor
Will you die for the poppy
I can't remember the dead
Let's have a poppy for the future

**** off the tower of Pisa
Peed in the Norte dam,
Graffitied walls of the Vatican
I'm doing the best I can

whitewashed the wall in China
Painted the Kremlin blue
Melted down the Eiffel Tower
What was this ****** to do

Stole Big Ben from the tower
Kidnapped the good old queen
Run naked alround Westminster
Then painted Churchill yellow(sorry green).

Dyed the Thames so brightly red
Dyed the siene so yellow
bombed the statue of the Russian ******
he was one peculiar fellow

We planted onions seeds on hallowed turf
Because English football is tripe
Then mixed up a bit of tribal tension
Oh it felt so right

Stole a plane from Heathrow
Reshaped it into a  *****
flew it through Donald trumps mouth
It's on you tube have you seen us.


We gravelled the Stonehenge stones
Now no more Wiltshire road
Move Buckingham palace straight to Berlin
And Make Scotland a home for a toad

Constable did some countryside art
I painted the South Downs pink
I got arrested by local constables
Funny hat bloke with a stink

They gave me a job as a Lord
Where I met a queen ,
called quintetn crisp
He was the head of parliament
And spoke with a salt and vinegar lisp

We searched for human activity
On Both sides of the moon
found absolutely ****** all
Accept a live dog dating a raccoon

My last plan on my bucket list
Is to find this heaven or hell
I've had a disruptive life
troubled I know you can tell.

Sweet Marie
Girl of my dream
Sadistic *****
Classy obscene.
dream lover
Dressed to ****
Nymphomaniac
She loves to thrill.
Cyanide lips
To die for *******
*** on thee agenda
A daily fest.
I'm her medicine
Lucky ole me
I'm in her clutches
Never wanting to be free
Hey **

I'm an organism
In a big pile of ****
There's no golden ticket
So I get on with it
Institutions rotten
All To the core
Black or white
Oh it's such a bore
We eat
We ****
We breathe
We die
Under the sun
We shall all cry
Hey mr black man
Hey Mr white
We're all just germs
in a big pile of *****
Hey **

Lips of my woman
Rainbow colours
Sweet as the sun

Anybody no what day it is
Who is my lady of fun?

June or July
A Lovelly pair
women of virtue
I did not care

Help me nurse
Your tunic so white
Kiss me sweetheart
So I can sleep tonight

I don't understand poetry
I'm an uneducated ****
I'm a liar a story teller
But I'm no good at that
Words are misinterpretated
I'm lucky I could smell
**** all the grammar
You can never well tell

Sweet little buttercup
Nature will bite
A thought might abuse you
just not tonight.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When nature bites
Who will care about you

Bluebells and cyanide
Razor blade wine
Horror of the thought
Your sun will not shine

Tulips and daffodils
Bloom in acid rain
Who will call
When your heart is in pain

Everything is black
But oh so jolly
Even made thee arc lady
Into a charred ice lolly.
Winnie the poo
Was a Russian spy
Everything so interesting
all truths are not lies.
Elvis still lives
On a red bus on the moon
all guns in America being
Banned quite soon.
living on Mars
As the ice age recedes
No more news please please please.
The church and the blue blood
Have run the masses by fear
news is news year after year
Who do we believe
The newscaster in straight jacket
Or the puppeteer
Whose killing who
With a bright pink smear.
We must all believe in the written word
The books tell stories it's all made up news.

A **** spy
A woman of joy
Lovers in war
I was their boy
Growing up
Twisted and wrong
for this earth
I did not belong
Running wild
Thee alpha male
From these shores
One had to sail
Crossed so many oceans
Crossed so many seas
Those fearsome waves
They believed in me
Reaching open land
Alpha and free
Running wild
This was right for me
To eat I could ****
This I understood
I needed the taste
Of nice warm blood
Animals and humans
We're being ate at my table
Cannibilistic me
So sociabally unstable
I was the hunter
Everything was prey
Those wolves in society
Will once win the day
Born a killer
From two twisted souls
Heart of a lion
Bitter and cold
everywhere I travelled
Pastures turned red
So I cut my throat now
On those plains I lay dead.
the wolves devoured me
They had,now had there day
The law of nature says its
The ******* way

Mornings always broken
Icicles form in flame
I'm doing the foxtrot
In razor blade rain.
Afternoon then arrives
Drugs have kicked in
All things being unequal
A symphony of din.
Darkness has fallen
Time will not rhyme
I'm waiting for midnight
With a six o'clock chime.
Mornings always broken
On a pillow of glass
Why doesn't the sun
Shine out of my ****?

wheelhouse dark
emotionless freak
Floating in a storm
Everything is bleak.
Dancing with hell
In a bottomless pit
Wheelhouse dark
Covered in ****.
Friday morning
Never to be seen
My date with the maker
wheelhouse unclean.
Nice clean shirt
Pants and a belt
Everything bleak
This is how I felt
Rubber bullets
Bouncesd around my brain
Wheelhouse broken
I'm going insane.
Dancing with a swan
On a lake so black
Even thee eider
Doesn't paper the crack.
Who am I now the wheelhouse is dark
Ask the bench in a lonely park.

Narcacistic fruit cake
Ingredients one ****** flaw
dancing to the tune of the mirror
While my Life is such a bore.
Mixing me with me me me
A fruit cake of wonderful taste
Dancing to the tune of one
While my  life is such a waste.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why aren't you looking at I
This recipe for disaster
will make my whole life cry.
my name upon the masons stone
Read, here lays  Adonis me
they buried me with my
Golden mirror,for all of eternity

Loneliness is a cancer on hold
Both ******* will make you bald.
Loneliness is a living cremation
alone, shackled to burn
putting hell on a roundabout
Static with nowhere to turn.
loneliness is a kiss from a mirror
Forever a childless womb
never ever looking forward
It's an abyss a empty tomb.
On a cheery note
I can't upset anybody

Sitting on my suicide ledge
A tear runs from my eye
I see a dark horizon
From this an angel.
I do spy
there was no happy ending
Hey ** dip pid Dee doo dah

Why do humans
Want to destroy their land
This world owes you nothing
Don't you understand
Billions on billions
educating our brain
Greed for money
it's all ****** insane
catch a bus shaped like a *****
Fill it up take a drive to Venus
Look what we our doing
To this fertile land
We must all be aliens
And we don't understand.
Aliens infecting,the sky is blue
grass is still growing
We haven't a clue.

Books are written by story tellers
Fact is not always true
Interpretation manipulation
It's all left down to you
Books are written by evil
Books are written by good
why after reading
The reader is not understood.
Propaganda messages
Mixing half truths with lies
Problem with humans
We need some where to hide

Getting past your sell by date
Hinges creaking,
can't open the gate.
That's life.
Can't remember what you've  just done
Cup a tea lately,
not taste of fun.
That's life.
Sitting in gods waiting room
Accepting age with impending doom
That's life.
Sitting in your comfy chair
Feeling more dead than alive
Ooh dear you silly old ***
You've just reached 95.
That's a life.
no more aged isms
No more blood
in the heart
That's it my sweeties
I'm just about to ****.
That's life.
The end.

Anybody out there ?
Ooh,it's still just me
Trying to communicate
while wanting to flee.
chemicals and synapses
forming a disastrous flaw
Internal wrangling
This curtain will not draw.
i express myself to an empty space
i look in the mirror
But I don't see my face
I'm cursed to debate,everything alone
a dog with no friendship
And a meatless bone.
24 hours,another passing day
A playground without children
empty and grey
Swings  and roundabouts
Are  still going to war
if I was a believer would I still
Have this flaw.

Sitting on the Evil wall
Debating with myself
Shall I give good a call.
Communication a wipeout,
A septic flaw,
How can one love?
When you can't be sure.
I sit on the wall
With a wide arsed grin
Demons with Sabres  start
to be riotous within,
all I have to do is to make the call
Yet its another wipeout

Chimes of the bell
Never to return
You went to your death
My heart will burn
Lost without you
I will have to pray
That we will rejoin
On a sweet summer day

When I was a child
I had many a thought
Never listen to my father
He was wrongly taught.
His values were wrong
Was society to blame
He hated me because I
Played a different game.
Rules are rules an inflexible being
Couldn't see passed his nose
To grasp what I was seeing.
The gate was shut
he had been through hell
His mental health effected me as well
He took his shallowness to the grave
I never got to know my father
His name was Dave .

Twenty four hour news
It's a continual ****
***** me up
I'm wallowing in it
Killings, disasters
Everything's a con
It's making me feel good
I'm mentally wrong
I like ***** washing
I have thee ability to clean,
No horrible news
Then that would be obscene.
The world is square
spinning around on a smear
I adhere to propaganda
It's so  exciting to fear
I turn on television to get my thrill
Anticipating nervously for another ****
A sunken ship a raging fire
Give me,give me I thrive on a liar.
I am still having a twenty four hour ****
It doesn't matter I'm wallowing in it

Brain feels like a shrivelled plum
The World around me, just ****** numb.
Waiting my demise, an earthly grave
Upped a photo to l cloud, giving God a wave.
My mind is broken like shattered glass
The World around me can kiss my ****
waiting for thee impending doom
**** just happens. it's a wonderful life

In the redness of time
Words will be drawn
Messages get mixed
Hatred lines are born.
Unite all the rivers
Bridges must not burn
Problem with momentum
It's difficult to return.

Mine eyes are blind
But I can see
I carry my imagination
Around with me

The gate keeper
Has lost her key
Hey ** what will,
Will be.
Me and you
We all live on
I don't give a ****
If they get it all wrong,
The rich are the powerful,
Manipulate with twisted tongue.
Joe public are always hung
Dance to a tune for at least
Four years
Oh deary me oh dear dear dear

All the dead live in my shed
It's heaven
All the dead live in my shed
It's hell.
There is always a light on
But I'm not at home
With all the dead I'm never alone.
They taught me wisdom
But never been wise
They tell me never to hate
As your heart slowly dies
We are all statistics whom
Wind up dead
Then please come to, to live in my shed