Three little monkeys

 

Three little monkeys

would often run me riot

never got a moment

to sit and just be quiet.

 

Three little monkeys

always on the go

I want I want I want

pulling too and fro.

 

Three little monkeys

always having fun

scattered toys galore

mummy on the run

 

Three little monkeys

and a mummy half dead

praying for the clock to chime

half past bed!

 

Three little monkeys

growing so fast

those little silly giggles

just an echo of their past.

 

Three little monkeys

now so grown

endless teenage hormones and

worries of their own.

 

Three little people

strange as it may be

how I miss those little monkeys

swinging off me.

 

10/2/14

 

 

 

 

 

 



Old photo

Old photo's...

(loved this old dog)

Every picture tells a story, so they say

Often wonder what my thoughts were on this day,

Could it be that i am watching all the other kids at play?

Or just clinging to the chain so my best friend won't run away.

Is my mother cooking stew behined that kitchen door?

Am i thinking of tomorrow and what it has in store?

As a child...with dreams so innocent and pure

Sitting with my best friend and the shadows on the floor.

If i should have no more tomorrows...

If i should have no more tomorrows I'd hold you close to me, beneath the soft smile of the gentle moon and kiss you with my everything.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd embrace you with the sweet candied scent of my love, enriching your heart with my essence, desperately clinging to tender memories of yesterday.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd close my eyes and feel the warmth of your smile like a burning sun upon a golden beach. I'd memorise every inch of you, so as in the next life even if blinded i would find my way back to your heart.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd sit beside you under a strong,proud,mysterious oak and say everything in silence... whilst the passing wind whistled carrying away my thoughts.
If i should have no more tomorrows I would cling to you tightly, fall helplessly into your eyes... and love you for as long as forever should last.
If i should have no more tomorrows...

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.