I am 40yrs old, I suffer from a depressive illness,
my poetry is a reflection of this.
I am married to Jackie, she has been my saviour, without
her help, I probably would'nt be here.
I have two children, Siobhan and Sean, apart from the usual stroppy teen stuff, their not bad at all.
Having the chaps around helps, it helps to pull me out
of my more dark periods, these can be a little tiresome.
I'm not a 'skanky' old man, I'm not normal but I'm not a
stalker or a 'man in the bushes'.
Read on if you should so wish, I do not profess to be an
accomplished writer or poet, I merely pen what takes me at the time.
I do not like: Snobs, pretenders, liars, governments,
noise, pollution, Everton F.C.,
my neighbours, your neighbours,
cartons that squirt shit all over you
when you open them, irrelevant celebs,
war, profiteers from war, starvation,
ignorance, cats, going out, retro,
television, people who hang out of
clothes that don't fit them, religion,
people that push religion, mobile phones,
disaster movies, the fact that too many
people get to live in these movies, come
on...you think that too, radio stations
that just talk, child abusers, mind
abusers, people who are high on life,
Cliff Richard, his sock and sandal fans,
bad acting, over acting, vanity, spots,
the fact that not enough real people
get the credit they deserve for their
efforts...I think this about covers
the list of dishonour.
I like: Honesty, things that grow, things that
know, inhaling, Liverpool F.C., Aliens,
laughing at Alien abduction reports,
living in my head, living in my bed,
living in your bed, Snickers, we used
to call it marathon 'til you Yanks
altered it, listening, doing accents,
annoying people by doing said accents,
people who don't act, actors who are'nt
people, Mr Benn, Dangermouse, coffee,
anybody who has'nt been bodysnatched yet,
struggling.
I think this about covers the patch, anything I've missed out must be irrelevant, either that or I'm not paying attention, something I am accused of on a regular basis.
I tend to adopt the Sherlock Holmes method, if it bears no relevance to me or the moment, I will probably loose it from my antennae.
It's not that I don't care, I care, I just don't care that people fuck up their own lives and then expect sorrow, we make the beds.
Anyway, enough of this mindless gabble, read on if you so wish, if not, each to their own.
I'm not into contests or anything akin to this, I merely write what I feel, I hope one day to be published.
my poetry is a reflection of this.
I am married to Jackie, she has been my saviour, without
her help, I probably would'nt be here.
I have two children, Siobhan and Sean, apart from the usual stroppy teen stuff, their not bad at all.
Having the chaps around helps, it helps to pull me out
of my more dark periods, these can be a little tiresome.
I'm not a 'skanky' old man, I'm not normal but I'm not a
stalker or a 'man in the bushes'.
Read on if you should so wish, I do not profess to be an
accomplished writer or poet, I merely pen what takes me at the time.
I do not like: Snobs, pretenders, liars, governments,
noise, pollution, Everton F.C.,
my neighbours, your neighbours,
cartons that squirt shit all over you
when you open them, irrelevant celebs,
war, profiteers from war, starvation,
ignorance, cats, going out, retro,
television, people who hang out of
clothes that don't fit them, religion,
people that push religion, mobile phones,
disaster movies, the fact that too many
people get to live in these movies, come
on...you think that too, radio stations
that just talk, child abusers, mind
abusers, people who are high on life,
Cliff Richard, his sock and sandal fans,
bad acting, over acting, vanity, spots,
the fact that not enough real people
get the credit they deserve for their
efforts...I think this about covers
the list of dishonour.
I like: Honesty, things that grow, things that
know, inhaling, Liverpool F.C., Aliens,
laughing at Alien abduction reports,
living in my head, living in my bed,
living in your bed, Snickers, we used
to call it marathon 'til you Yanks
altered it, listening, doing accents,
annoying people by doing said accents,
people who don't act, actors who are'nt
people, Mr Benn, Dangermouse, coffee,
anybody who has'nt been bodysnatched yet,
struggling.
I think this about covers the patch, anything I've missed out must be irrelevant, either that or I'm not paying attention, something I am accused of on a regular basis.
I tend to adopt the Sherlock Holmes method, if it bears no relevance to me or the moment, I will probably loose it from my antennae.
It's not that I don't care, I care, I just don't care that people fuck up their own lives and then expect sorrow, we make the beds.
Anyway, enough of this mindless gabble, read on if you so wish, if not, each to their own.
I'm not into contests or anything akin to this, I merely write what I feel, I hope one day to be published.
- Last seen on Jun 2 9:19 AM. Member since October 31, 2007.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 547 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is whats a motto?.
- I am a 40 year old man (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Breaking down..
- I am in the groups Lost souls, Poetry and Songwriting Collaboration
- I have 547 comments
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Thrown to the trash, cut with a dash, dumped in the sea without making a splash,
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Only those inside the walls, only those who've heard the calls,
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I know nothing but know this,
snakes shall bleat and lambs shall hiss, -
Shadows mark the path ahead, willing are you to be led,
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God bless they say, even when you sneeze, talking to air whilst you're down on your knees.
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Candied shite is swallowed whole, truth confused by popcorn bowl,
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Invasion plans for foreign lands, stealing that which is'nt mans,
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Present tense, future blight, six foot fence, searching light,
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I don't want to know, I don't want to hear, your upload is slow, your icon is fear.
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Deluded prolls of base exist, drilling holes with boot and fist,
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Where is your God? where is this light? he makes a wad...that is'nt right.
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Satan gave my gift to me, I sold my soul at thirty three,
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I took the pills that Alice took, the ones that make you tall,
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How blessed be he who knows not pain, who stands as dry in pouring rain,
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Why do I feel such hatred? where is the signal from?
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xxxbrittanyxxx on September 20you have some amazing poems!
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Canis Lupus on November 19, 2007Just had to sign your gussbook and say hello...
I loved what you wrote here, made me smile!
Well I will check some of your stuff out soon but I'm just off now!
You are a fellow soad fan...and I look forward to reading your rants and whatever else
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X-LiL-SiiObHaNii-x : heyy x on November 17, 2007HEYYARHH SHMELLYY !! X
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Sean460 : Thats my daddy!! on November 16, 2007My dad has real talent in his writing, he is a great and loving father too!
