Monday 4 November 2013

The more trees the better the street

working in Battersea recently


posted fb  august 2013

#229 More Trees

The more trees
the more you can breathe
walk along the leafy roads
of the immaculate nicely turned out houses
then go to the run down estates
where the lift never works
and no one wants to stay confided
in the square boxes of living space
the restrictions are stifling
as the high rise, touches the sky
up here there is no air
no trees
thats fine as he takes his last breath

no longer need to breathe

being taken for a ride

posted 04/11/13

#266 I am tired

I am tired of being taken for a ride
taken for a fool
it’s happening to me now
like if I was back at school

I am tired of being taken for a punk
as I sit in scrapyard
like an old piece of junk
they say one man’s rubbish is
another mans cash
I am waiting for the trade off
so I can collect the stash

everyone is trading
in pieces of my soul
they want to change me
before I get too old
I like the way I am
hard headed and a fool
they use, they abandon

like an old discarded tool

Not as depressed as it sounds

I started this poem when I was in boots trying to print pictures for my daughter to prove to her school friends that we  really met muppets in the holiday, yes we really did.  I scribbled it down while I sat at the booth which seemed like an eternity waiting for it to print.  I wrote it on a post it note, which I can only assume I lost so when I sat down this evening to submit my daily fb offering it sounded way more desperate than I intended, I think it maybe the pain killers I am on.


posted fb 04/11/13

#265 Checking out


I am checking out
caz no one seems to care
I am checking out
or maybe I will just wait here
or wait to see what develops
maybe things are near


right now things seem hopeless
as I realize all my deepest fears
they say there is a light at the end of the tunnel
what if there is not
what if this is the tunnel
that time has forgot