Death.
All youre feeling is grief
l didnt really know what life really was until my friend died...
l thought about it for a while
Looked at the sky
Thought
she will never see that again
l will
She will never feel water again
Or the sun
Or sounds
Smells
l will
She died so l could live..
.
Her dying changed my life.
Made me realise how wonderful it really is
Its a miracle
lm still here
That's the Positive l found in the Negative.
...
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
No-one's coming...written by myself -1994...
NO ONE'S COMING...[ written '94 ]
Here l sit alone and frightened.
Frightened,
Knowing there's no-one coming.
Have to be strong for me.
Gotta be hard on myself.
There aint no-one else to crack the whip.
Eyes open.
God, another day.
Have to get things done.
Sometimes l think l should have stayed Stoned and useless.
Each day is different.
Straight one day.
Bent the next.
lt's push pull all the time.
One foot in front of the other.
Get my thoughts in order.
Eating makes me sick.
Men make me sick.
l have to pass them everyday.
l'm empty inside.
Have to concentrate and find things to do.
No future ahead for me and you.
False hope.
Still, l try to hold onto hope.
Here l sit frightened.
No-one's coming.
Here l sit alone and frightened.
Frightened,
Knowing there's no-one coming.
Have to be strong for me.
Gotta be hard on myself.
There aint no-one else to crack the whip.
Eyes open.
God, another day.
Have to get things done.
Sometimes l think l should have stayed Stoned and useless.
Each day is different.
Straight one day.
Bent the next.
lt's push pull all the time.
One foot in front of the other.
Get my thoughts in order.
Eating makes me sick.
Men make me sick.
l have to pass them everyday.
l'm empty inside.
Have to concentrate and find things to do.
No future ahead for me and you.
False hope.
Still, l try to hold onto hope.
Here l sit frightened.
No-one's coming.
Lonely Street...written by myself -1994...
written march 94...On Lonely Street.
There's lots of folks On lonely street.
Lots of Shops and Music and things;
On lonely street.
The morning breaks,The birds sing,The town comes alive,Everyone starting their day.lt's busy,On lonely street.
Faces you know,Smile, and say 'hello'-and walk on by,
Never stopping to talk.
On lonely street.
Beautiful days,Trees and Grass so green.
They're my company it seems.
When l walk down Lonely Street.
Nobody to talk with,
No-one to share life with,
No headspace to match mine,
Small talk all around,
lt's still;
On Lonely Street.
There's lots of folks On lonely street.
Lots of Shops and Music and things;
On lonely street.
The morning breaks,The birds sing,The town comes alive,Everyone starting their day.lt's busy,On lonely street.
Faces you know,Smile, and say 'hello'-and walk on by,
Never stopping to talk.
On lonely street.
Beautiful days,Trees and Grass so green.
They're my company it seems.
When l walk down Lonely Street.
Nobody to talk with,
No-one to share life with,
No headspace to match mine,
Small talk all around,
lt's still;
On Lonely Street.
Spring Sleepy Head. written by myself -1989...
Poem-'89..
SPRING SLEEPY HEAD.
Come on sleepy head
Unwind from the night before
lt's a great day ahead of you, now that spring is here.
We can step out of the grey days of winter
And glide into the warmth and pleasure of the sun.
People, Personalities,glow with each step
Dogs wag their tails
Cats lounge around all day
Flowers line the streets in array of pastels and bright colours.
Canarys sing their spring songs loudly.
SPRING SLEEPY HEAD.
Come on sleepy head
Unwind from the night before
lt's a great day ahead of you, now that spring is here.
We can step out of the grey days of winter
And glide into the warmth and pleasure of the sun.
People, Personalities,glow with each step
Dogs wag their tails
Cats lounge around all day
Flowers line the streets in array of pastels and bright colours.
Canarys sing their spring songs loudly.
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