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'Have you something for me?'

'Now why I give a bugger like you anything. Piss off you little piece of shit'

'Now that's no way to treat a long lost friend mate!'

'What "long lost friend?" You nicked my tellie the last time you were here, you wanker--get thee hence before I set Buster on your ass!'

'Hey! After all the trouble I went through to get this special little lot for you, one would think you would at least look at the goods'

'Ok--this had better be good'

'Well, I have this little bit of gear--purest stuff--straight off the boat'

The old bag lady

The old bag lady shouts and shouts
What's my name what's my name.
As if she were a child again
With all her wears of years gone by
Not one tear did she cry.
She just screamed and screamed
What's my name what's my name
Someone shouted
Oh no it's you again
Then she whispered
Yes it's me
It's really me
Not so young but yet I'm free
And I know that I am me
The old lady of number seventy three.

Boy it's tough

Boy it's tough to be quite normal on a rainy day.
Yet should you still should be smiling through the come what may.
For days are like a grain of sand.
That quickly slip from your hand.
Boy it's tough to be quite normal even on a sunny day
For people are just not friendly no matter what they say
life's too short a journey to make it on your own
And there is no big secret why you're spending a life time all alone.
Boy it's tough just to be quite normal
Boy it's tough just being you.

Love lost

I love you she whispered in my ears
Oh so many years ago
Then when love had died
We found it hard in letting go.

I hate the sight of you she screams and screams
But we still entwine our bodies each and every night
And when our child cries out in pain.
For him we become the perfect sane
Yet there's something still not right.

The child we thought would tie us both
Forever and a day
Love has lost it's lasting glow and we our the last to know
It is the child who has to pay

POORMAN’S STORIES

This town, this city
In which I’ve hidden with its secrets
The youth that time tried well to hide
Infected all with seeds of rage
To follow in fabled legend footsteps
Into the Poorman’s house of stories
To adorn another age
So many sad lost stories
So many to be told
With every street you enter
All that glitters should be gold
From rags to riches
The fairy tale
Come, come its urging call
In this town
This city you cannot fail
Along the way side
Luckless
A cast of many
But this story has grown old and stale
Turn back the clock
Life’s twists and turns are just the same
And Poorman’s stories are told again

Gods little joke

Last night I slept among the stars.
Plus the sound of noisy motor cars
I wished and wished a sleep so deep
Still I could not sleep.
It rained a bit then began to pour
Then someone gave the loudest snore
I sat up straight and looked to the sky
I screamed and yelled God tell me why?
Just tell me why?
I am wet
I am soaked
You have had your fun.
Is this a punishment for something done.
The noise and rain began to cease.
Then I slept in perfect peace.
Now coincidence it may be
But I did scream and yell why me why me.
You know this might sound absurd.
But I think God, he may have heard.

Who I am

I am who I am.
I am not who you want me to be.
You make me feel like somebody else.
Please let me be.
Please just let me be

Absolute Truth

Absolute truth
What is the absolute truth?
That I'm scared to reason
Reason with myself
Scared to balance up the scales
Just to sit and weigh things up
Or is it that I’m scared of something else
Absolute truth
What is the absolute truth?
That my life is just a flat line
Getting flatter all the time
That my sky is caving in
That the bends in life
Must have somewhere to begin
Absolute truth
What is the absolute truth?
That I'm who I am
Always seeing but Never doing what I can
Depressing time watching waiting
Never loving never being free
The absolute truth
Is it that I'm not who I want to be
Absolute truth
Honest absolute truth
I've never reached the highest high
I want custard with my apple pie
I want my cake and eat it too
The absolute truth
I just want to be.

If I sleep on

If I wake upon a dawn of sunlit morning
And wipe away all dreams of yesterday.
Can I stand and gaze in daydream state
Wide-eyed amazed that I’m still here.
Yet I can be so sad and full of joy
in fear of today’s in trepidation’s
For I am just a man.
Full of all life and all its normal fears.
If I wake upon on a cloudy day
And I smile yet cry the smallest tear
Has my sorrowed touched my soul
Surrounded all my joys
Can I wipe away this cloud of sadness?
Will my eyes forever meet the ground?
For I am just a man.
Who is waiting in eternity to be found.
If I sleep and miss the sunrise.
If I sleep and miss the day.
If I do not cry or do not smile
Am I not the man I thought I was?
Am I not the man that’s yet to be?
Or am I just a man?
That’s whole
That has never to be found

Do Not Wake Me

Do not wake me when you leave
Do not touch me with your lips
Do not look in to my eyes
To see a man that grieves

Do not wake me to say goodbye
Do not call my name
Do not say you love me
When love is just a lie

Do not wake me with your touch
Do not slumber on
Do not slam the door
To see you go would be too much

Comfortable.

I have seen a woman
Crying and crying rivers full of tears
As she suffers through an age of many stormy years.
I have seen the young man’s laughter stop
As silence reigns with heavy hand
Is it life?
Has life reached its lowest low?
The ring eternal of no return
Has it screamed
This is not how life was meant?
This is not the top.

I have seen the child emaciated beyond belief
And I have shed my many tears
Then sighed with relief
For it is not I
For in that moment I left relief
I sigh as I sit and watch my TV in its afterglow.
Knowing I have smiled
But what is it I do not see
Is Comfortable is all I wish to be

Collector Of Old Things

My granddads an old age pensioner
He has that defining smell of just old age
His teeth are not his own
And at night they’re in a jar
He says he’s now too blind to see
That’s why he doesn’t drive a car
My granddad maybe old and always feeling tired
But his love of life has not yet expired
My granddad collects old things
Like stamps medals and age old rings
His house has that certain ageing smell
It’s that certain thing you just can’t tell
That smell of old
My granddads house looks so really warm
But feels so icy cold
My granddads really old I know
But still he runs around and he’s pretty quick
When he knows he should take it slow
My granddads really great
But it’s when he’s sick I really hate
I know he’s aged as years have passed
And very soon God will take him to his moon
But for now he has this zest for everything
His stamps his medals his ageing rings
He says don’t cry when I’m gone
My love and memory will linger on
But I shall miss him this I know
So every night I say a prayer
I threaten god saying
God. dont you f**king dare

Epitaph
I was thinking about my best friend who just one day lay down and died right in front of me and me being stoned just thought he was just taking a nap like he always did. I wrote this poem when I first learned how to read and write

Whose is that face behind the can
The face you rarly ever see
It could be youIt could be me
Swaying this way that
Speech a little slurred
Hands that shake with can
Eyes a little blurred
His day will start with a can or two
Then he'll beg for another few
Then when feeling rough a little tired
Place him self up on the ground
Without a murmur without a sound
In your way he doesn't care
Doesn't matter if you're there
He says his world is full of fools
He Doesn't know it's just the booze
When he awakes and no booze is there
Has silent anger so much rage, beware
He'll beg and beg and beg some more
His normality will return for sure
This empty world is all he knows
But life for him just slowly goes
No real desire to change his ways
His way of life so full of yesterdays
On headstone some one wrote made it plain and clear
This man he was my friend
His way of life
It just brought him here

Never giving in

F**k it
I give up.
I give in.
This one man said in a fit of temper
As things where looking not so good
In fact they where looking mighty grim.
What's the use?
Why am I here?
Why should I care?
Everyone hates me
All I get is daily abuse.

So he rested awhile
Then after a minute or two
and he began to see
Then began form a big broad smile
I wont I wont I wont let it beat me
I wont give in
It's been too long and I've worked to hard
To let it slide would the mightier sin
So he did the same as he did before
This time with joy and doing a little bit more

So now when he's low.
And there's no where to turn
he just shouts out so loud.
Hey you I wont let you beat me.
You can't win don't you know

THOSE WHERE THE DAYS

In my day I heard an old man say
Life was not so easy but times where good
We had to scrimp and save
A time of joy was a day at a seaside beach
But that was halved because it took so bloody long
To reach
You kids today and grown ups too
You got it made it are easy for you
I can remember in my day when I was just a lad
Of all the things we never had
We never had colour TVs, computer games
The best thing we did was play cowboys and
Indians and other things with made up names
Things keep on moving, progressing
Modernization I think it’s called
This world is getting to fast
I just wonder how much bloody longer can last
I remember in my day having a bath just once a
Week
That was the height of luxury that we had to share
With four brothers and a sister complain we
Wouldn’t dare
I remember the street where I was born
It’s all gone now only a memory of what used to be
It was such a shock to see my childhood home
Where I played and dreamed replaced by an office
Block
Oh how things have changed and changed
Today will be another part of history
Tomorrow’s the future of which only part I will see
Yes you kids today have got it made
But as I look back I can say those where the days

A RAGE OF FEELING

Shock and numbness attack my brain
Tears cascade
Salt burns my skin with sorrow
And I won’t believe tomorrow I will not see you
For you and me tomorrow will not come
I followed in your footsteps
You set my perfect stage
Like the book that’s never read
It has no ending page
Tomorrow I will say I loved you
As tears keep falling down
For you are I I am you
I see your eyes
Your darkened pallor I have your smile
I see you in me
You are deep within
My mirror doesn’t lie it just tells me so
But tomorrow I will say to all
I loved you most
And that perfect picture of which you sought
I will remember what you taught
But still today I will cry my tears
Stand tall and straight
And say from my heart
I miss you and love you

TOMORROW’S YET TO COME

A dog, four kids, a wife that runs my home
With ease I look to the east towards the setting
Sun.
But my thoughts drift into the evening wind
I smile
Another laughter line begun
I whispered softly thank you God
But can you tell me has this beauty yet to fade
Has my job been done?
For tomorrow has yet to come
My daughters and my sons stand next to me.
Their smiles an ocean wide
Alas something deep inside.
Just this nagging feeling one can’t hide.
But I hold them close to me.
Feeling love, hope and security
But knowing there are trying things to come
And still I had a job to be done
Yes Tomorrow was yet to come
My hand wrapped round another’s hand
My wife just smiles she understands
For I am just a father after all
Flesh and blood that sometimes feels the strain of
Old age call
But as we stand here looking at the setting sun
Knowing all is well for tomorrow it can wait
It has yet to come

A WALK in THE PARK

One moonlit night I lay upon the grass
And walked amongst the clouds
I looked upon the light
Stole glitter from the moon
I gasped to draw the midnight air
Heard nightingales and sparrows sing
But the ghosts of nightmares gone
Fandangoed into sight
To stop my beating hearts
I reached to touch the endless void
To feel the light of stars
The doves of white touched my skin
And once again I slept within my thoughts
And lay to walk amongst the clouds

Colour on colour

Hey you're pink not white as you say
How dare you say I'm coloured
When you can make a rainbow proud
Any frigging day
Let me tell you about your different shades
When you're cold you turn different shades of blue
Me I stay the same
When your blush you also turn a creeping shades of red
It goes on and on right to your head
Me I stay the same
With envy jealous feeling
You can’t really to hide
You turn a little greener
and you get a little meaner.
Even right out side
Me I stay the same
And when your anger bites
A bluish reddish purple seems to glow
For you to call me coloured
I think you got it wrong you know

Autumn

I was here as morning chill begins to bite
and the early winds plays havoc with its early morning risers
Leaves turn and turn a golden brown
Then float gently down and down
Spreading wide
Its frozen winter blanket
Geese fly southwards
Crows fly north
Squirrels gather berries and their nuts
Sparrows keep on chattering
Pigeons keep on swearing
Natures screaming
Its getting cold
I’m feeling old
Winters closing in quicker than you think
Winters shouts and shouts with glee
I’m here
I’m here at last
And autumn dances gently past.
And Christmas comes with pleasant cheer

The Cold Wind Bites

Living rough, sleeping with the stars
Hoping tomorrow is not just another passing phase
Sight and mind stretches into a darkened night
The cold wind bites Sleep is restrained
Therefore, you lie there listening
Silence reigns
But rough against your fragile skin
A plastic bag filled with possessions
Your cushioned pillow
Head resting on a shirt that’s worn and dirty.
On a photograph, on socks that smell of yesterday
The world you knew so far away
Still listening for those distant echoes
That echo of a yesteryear
Chilled to the bone the thinnest blanket keeps you warm
Still the cold winds blow
Time has etched your youth away you’ve aged
Who you are, its as if it knows
Keep thinking what’s to come what’s in store
Tomorrow will you die a little more?
.
Worn out tired and used
Morning comes, and the sky is grey
Feeling old and cold, the day has just begun
Life seems so distant, just another day, just another yesterday
Tired, cold, and lonely with your burden of mistakes
No turning round no going back
Not seeing life’s fullest picture
What is coming next your unsure future?
What choices will you make?
What chances will you take?
Life has so many high prices
For mistakes sometimes you have to pay


© Jamie 07’06’02’

Am I Life

Am I the briefest glimpse of eternity
Cold winds of ancient time
Am I the slight of hand?
Magic that you cannot see
Am I the heart the beats
The soul of what's gone by?
Streams of tears time has dried
Am I the intricate web of progress?
Secrets that you find
Am I the infinite rule?
That does not bend or break
Am I the eve that turns to day?
The light that chases fears away
Am I the air you breathe?
All secrets that you hold
Am I your destiny?
Or am I life, life untold

A turkey's tale a true story

Yes folks it's that time of year
When all have lots of cheer
Mistletoe carols sung
Cards and gifts from far and near
Christmas trees dressed and tall
Yes it's that time for all
But alas poor poor turkey
First it's fed until it's fat
Kept away every cat
And if it looks a little lean it's daily fed more than twice
But all year long it's treated nice
Then it's killed
But it's not the end this now is turkey's revenge
When it's dead it's stuffed with herbs and spices
Then with carving knife cut into little slices
If it's not eaten on Christmas day
You have to eat it in another way
You eat it cold with onions gherkins radish too
Maybe even in a stew
And if they're still some left
Sandwiches with pickle on the side
You take work you take to school
From this turkey you can't hide
Mums they think cannot let this go to waste
So many ways to turkey taste
But if you look real close at a turkey's face it looks as if he's had a bad dream
Maybe all of this the turkeys seen

A Childs prayer

A small boy cried when his pet mouse died.
Inside his heart sadness grew.
For he was not like you and me.
He could not walk or run.
Life to him wasn’t much fun.
At night he’d say a prayer.
Hoping God was really there.
He’d say bless all the children in my world today.
Please take care of the ones who have nowhere to stay.
Bless my mom and dad and my sister too.
And the all the people that have never heard of you.
Bless my dog and cat and my rabbit.
God, can you make please stop my granddad from smoking
Because it's such nasty nasty habit.
Then he’d get in to bed and say a bit more.
Asking God to let his football team score or at least draw.
He’d ask to let everyone live in peace.
Ask for all wars in this world to cease.
For all those without sight or who cannot hear
Who had lost one or both of their limbs?
He’d say please God don’t you think it’s about time that we had us a world where everyone wins.
For others he prayed and he pleaded
Not once did he ask God for something he! needed.
Not to walk, not to run
Not even to add in his life the thing people called having fun.
All he could say I’ve only one leg but it's enough.
There are plenty of people in this world that have it more rough.
Then with his eyes closed tight
Please God if you're there?
Please hear my prayer.

Christmas just coming and going

Merry Christmas the young girl says
Alone is how she spends her days.
Yet still she smiles.
Her feet are sore and bruised with walking miles.
For her Christmas it just comes and goes
But she remembers all the highs and lows
Any spare change the old man says
Sitting there in a drunken haze.
And as the sound of coins drop in his cup
He wishes all a Christmas cheer
As he sips another can of his ice-cold beer.
For him Christmas just comes and goes
But he remembers all the highs and lows.
Happy Christmas is all the young man says
But in his eyes you see unhappy days
Christmas, long gone in his memory.
Yet he can still remember how it used to be.
For him Christmas just comes and goes
And he remembers all the highs and lows
Where is my child? Where is my son?
Can someone say just what we’ve done?
Please come home a mother’s says
A father tears a high price they pay.
Yet Christmas is the time when hope is high.
And there’s never the question of why us why.
But Christmas is time every one prays for simple happier days.