Arse hole

Arse hole

Ive met many an arse hole

But you? You stand alone

Even in such happy times

You find ability to moan.

What a bloody misery

Does it pain you to smile?

To say something that may be nice...

Once in a bloody while?

Too happy finding fault in folk

Busy searching for the bad

What happened once upon a time

That made your life so sad?

So quick to judge yet not be judged

You push people away

You want them all to listen...

But don't care what they say.

Always putting people down 

Pulling bit by bit

Making them feel worthless...

Arse hole full of shit.

You have to be so in control

Your stubborn... And what's more

I consider myself lucky love

That i found the bloody door.

I have many a fault in me

I'll be first to admit

But i know you'll not get far in life

Arse hole... Full of shit.

So wallow in hateful bitterness

I'll bounce back, because that's me

I'll be happy on my own

You be happy...misery.

In later years to come

When you've grown up a bit

You'll realise faults lie with you...

Arse hole full of shit.

Memories laid to rest

Memories laid to rest

I stand by a patch of heaped soil

 Next to a small wooden cross bearing your name

 I place flowers with care and talk without speaking one word 

Taking a trip down that old memory lane. 

 It's a long painful walk, down that memory lane

 I play with thoughts inside my mind 

So many questions were left unsaid 

Answers now I'll never find.

 The wind is cold and sharp and icy 

 The crisp leaves gather where you lay

 Wishing you well in the next life

I leave my memories with you today.

Lost and lonely dreamer

 

 

With hissing thoughts at me and spitting words

"you're a lost and lonely dreamer of the night"

 I'd rather be a lost and lonely dreamer

than be lost and lonely in your world without sight.

 

Words that pierced in my heart like stabbing thorns

on a rose that's standing bare beneath the rain

me, a lost and lonely dreamer of the night

you a thoughtless fucking arsehole yet again

 

 

 

 

 



Soft Echoes

Soft echoes 

When I close my eyes I picture the crystal glow of a glistening sea
and see your smile as bright and vibrant as a glorious sun.
When I awake on a fresh new day, gaze out upon a frosted street
into a mysterious, white blanket of fog within the skies
I hear the soft echoes of sweet memories
floating by like a song upon the wind.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 While you were sleeping

 

I  lie awake beside you with playing thoughts inside my head
as i watch you sleeping with dreams that dance beneath your lashes
listening to you as you breathe so gently,so softly
I stroke my fingers through your hair.

I tenderly circle your lips with my fingertip
remembering those beautiful words you had spoken directly to my heart
whisper "i love you" and rest my head upon your chest.

My love is sheltered and hidden away
as i am so afraid i will love you with everything i have
and if you walk away i will be left alone and lost
in a lingering emptiness

Your heartbeat plays like a muffled drum in a distant parade
as the rain outside pounds heavily against the hotel window
your arms wrap around me drawing me closer
I realise that moment...like a thief in the night
you had reached in and stolen my heart...

while you were sleeping









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Just as it was before...

 

 

Still she keeps your slippers by the chair

and hangs your jumpers on the line

as if nothing has changed, like you're still there

and life goes on just fine.

 

She polishes your glasses with such pride

and places them with care upon the shelf

trying not to show the hurt inside

she thinks no one will notice but her self

 

She puts out two cups for morning tea

almost like she can't accept the grief

at times she often calls your name

and I look on in tender disbelief.

 

I guess you being there is all she knew

without you in her life she bares the pain

 i'm sure you're up there feeling the same too

as she tries so hard to keep life just the same.

 

And when she thinks that no one is around

she sits so lost alone and starts to weep

A river of tears that make no sound

for her love... in eternal sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



A Raght Yorkshire Christmas

 

 

By ya's not ad a Christmas like us Yorkshire folk

we ant got much money we'z all pretty broke

yet we mek do our kid, an we av a raght time

Christmas in Yorkshire...ull do us just fine.

 

The kids want fir naught, I'll make sure an'll say

ya's ull bloody behave ont Christmas day

an our lass ull be coo kin that great big ole bird

no fightin I'll tell thee not one bloody word.

 

Ya's all ull be welcum, ere pull up a chair

sit next ta aunt Mavis aye go on lad sit ther

ya'll av a raght feast an ya'll water it daan

wit best bloody bitter int this bloody taan.

 

Ant trimmins ull look crackin

wit stockins by't fire

it might na be much

but be all ya's desire.

 

Aye wil av us a Christmas, thall talk a fir yers

an wil av non of them...sentimental tears

ey wil av a raaaght Christmas, it's gonna be mint

an we'll av to mek do what we got coz we skint.

 

It int what ya av lad it's how ya mek most

so all grab ya glasses n lets av us a toast

Merry Christmas to all, an an happy new yer

naa let us mek most of it while wer all ere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Simple Dreams 

 

A little house beside the sea

where children play so happily

where laughter floats across a breeze

and life is lived with carefree ease.

 

A white pickett fence

a border of flowers

somewhere to sit

and think for hours

 

Where all is simple

all is plain

a fresh new start

of life again.

A happy home
a house of love
a simple dream
i'm dreaming of.

An open fire
a glass of rose'
tartan pj's
warm and cosy.

A grandfather clock
 chimes in the hall
writing of memories
i seem to recall

And on an eve
as i lay in bed
i'll wish for
nothing more...instead.