Champs Elysees

In Champs Elysees sits a man
Who has just one leg
But in his head a master plan
to sit, quite still, and beg

Yet all he begs is bleak belief
that for the poor there's no relief,
The countless cars there honk a sigh
as they sit still and watch time fly

Skinny girls in shades of red
live the dream reality bled
The cheeky youths who clown around
the chubby folk their fortune found

All walk past without a glance
at the one legged begger who sits in France.

Morning Cat!

Ah morning cat! You mysterious thing
You use the night to roam
& return with the sun, to be let in
to your ever present home

But where do you go when the sky is black?
When the world is turned away
Do you lurk in places the eye can't track?
Back alley's round our way

A life of adventure, danger and dare
Lost to all, but your kind
& to watch you prowl without a care
It's a life i wouldn't mind.

Quiet with you.

Its all been done and all been said
All been written; all been read
re-cycled music; nothing new
every chat brings deja vu
Lets go out; forget our cares
see leery drunks exchanging stares
& like last week, the same men fight
The same high price; the same old shite
friends i have become friends i had
prolonged silence drives them mad
I do love you, never doubt
but there's nothing new, to talk about
& i'd rather sit, quiet with you
than flee this world, to something new.

Senseless

I stand in front of starry night
With eyes that do not see
But hear others express delight
At what’s hidden from me

I have in hand a deep red rose
Whose scent escapes from me
I glance around and envy those
Who do inhale with glee

And Aphrodite lays bear and pure
But touch her I can not
And fruitless yearnings I endure
As others have their lot

The meaning of life told to all
But I don’t hear a sound
Others rejoice to hear this call
But I am lost not found

I hold sweet wine from Zeus’ cup
Made of purest fruits
But mouth sewn shut I can not sup
Whilst others fill their boots.

But all the joys and all the fun
i lack from the above
I know that i have truly won
when you give me your love.

London Town

Where metal and brick cement their place
On bonny Blighty's weary face
And carpets for cars, bikes and feet
carry countless people i will never meet
Where brickwork buildings and metal mesh
will stifle breath and bind the flesh
No friendly face, no hands are shook
All that matters is how you look
London Town, an eyesore metropolis
Buried nature, a grey necropolis.

Halloween, bonfire night and cold, dark nights with mugs of lovely tea!!!

Fall

Dead leaves fall when autumn starts

Once so green, strong and bright

A million sinking broken hearts

Are set to burn on bonfire night.

And with each leaf, a sighing breath

The tree’s youth hits the floor

Trampled by kids dressed as death

Who come to bang upon your door

Trick or treat they shout as one

And then expect a prize

The mighty oak tree just looks on

As leafy tears leave his eyes.

Wanderlust

Like a blind man, slowed by care
we tentatively shuffle, too aware
Doom and gloom! It might go wrong
We tell ourselves, and creep along.
Like a Tortoise , within our shell
peeping out, if all goes well

If we're the tortoise, she's the hare
covering ground without a care
To watch her soar; to watch her run
it's clear to all who really won
She'll see it all! All the sights
From ancient ruins to city lights.

She's never beat and never lost
never cold in morning frost
she wraps that smile round her face
To keep her warm in every place.