This World Is Bright And Hazey

A place to expel my brain!

Work is just a life dictate



Along the wall at East Wall road,
A throng of people walk by a traffic truckload.

All in a row they march like soldiers,
Subconsciously in sequence with their coffee holders.

Each suit pressed within perfection,
On their way to works direction.

Each day the same route they pace their stride,
Timed with perception and utter pride.

Arriving at the exact time predicted,
“Ahhh, in time for a coffee” – Addicted

Clinging to their eyeballs by the time 3pm comes,
Watching the clock as it runs.

Not a minute later will they wait,
Work is just a life dictate.


Likeness in human affection

Likeness in human affection, here is a connection,

A wandering likeness in human affection.

Wrong as it may be,

It clings to the conscious in obscurity.
Dreaming and wishing it was real,

A moment you adore at a steal.

Emotional devotion you can’t break.

You try to give less for your own sake.
Feeling a need to protect your heart,

You shouldn’t have let them I for a start.

Thought you had learned your lesson but then,

It picks right up and starts again.

I love I Do

​I love. Love I do. 

Love I, the morning and the evening dew. 

It’s fresh and new each day that turns.

It can feel so strong, it burns. 

A caress or a word continues along.

A song that is politically sung.

A fight that you can’t prevent.

A view that seems angel sent.

Trust in my conscious state

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You tie my stomach up in a knot,
At this stage you thought I had forgot.
Not at all, you are unlucky,
I’m holding on to this fierce memory.
The anger and humiliation soaked in my marrow.
Just one glimpse of you and my body is in harrow.
You can not see how you behaved
You can not see how your actions are depraved.
Some day I know you will realise.
Someday I know your regret of me will paralyze.
By this time it will all be too late.
There will never be trust in my conscious state.

Say Cheese and Die!

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Don’t be your selfie,
An altered image of perpetual happy.
No lines or wrinkles.
No story that dwindles.
No thoughts of disparagement.
No frightening engagement.
Life is not lollipops and rainbows.
It’s a roller-coaster, as the saying goes.
No filter to fix reality.
No settings to turn off the insanity.
A complex group of people in a goldfish bowl.
An every day struggle to keep your soul.
The devil may take with every drop you bleed.
It’s ok though your selfie is what is believed.
Just that little snap and your worries are no more.
Say cheese and die, life is no longer a chore.

The beer guzzeler

​She is the beer guzzler.

A few drinks in and none can muzzle her.
A belly full of booze and red nose to match.

Its not long before they need a new batch! 
20 pints in Ha what a laugh.

50 pints in still sober by half. 


Hanging on railings, asleep on tables.

The legend character of many fables.
Once the head is put down she feels refreshed.

Her and alcohol have totally meshed.

Oder to EP

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I’ve got bites on my legs and on my ass.
My body a dessert for bugs in the grass.

Guys piss on fences and girls “use” the jax,
and we all wonder why security wont relax.

We guzzle down cans as they are not allowed,
then puke our guts up, which makes up feel proud.

We disappear in the night to a world of our own.
Everyone the next day wonders how they got home.

Ah home yes!, that put up tent.
If it had facilities, we’d live there, not rent.

A shame it doesn’t as we would take it away,
Not leave it for scumbags to burn it on the last day.

We skip work, get up the next day,
A blur of a weekend we wish could stay.

That’s a thing

​I have been broken,

I have been worn.

I have been a token,

I have been torn.
I have been a sinner,trying to be a saint.

I have been a winner, but it’s been too late.
I have traveled a little but it’s not my thing.

I have been on stage trying to sing.
I have been made feel bad but never again.

I have fallen in love with a couple of men.
I have a history which I bring.

I have what I have and that’s a thing.

Emotion Causing Commotion

It’s hard some days to get up and smile.
Even a glimmer of teeth is like running a mile.

It’s not a depression
It’s not lack of emotion
It’s too much emotion causing commotion.

Anger, sadness and frustration, milling about in your head in confrontation.
Creating a real life fact, adaptation.

Notions through oceans of feeling pathetic.
Feeling insecure about your aesthetic.

You push on passed because that’s all you can do.
However deep inside your blood is blue.

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