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.

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.

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.