Connors outside eating weeds,
Paige is cooking dinner.
Nix drinks gin at lightening speeds,
then starts behaving like a spinner.
The spinner earns a kicking out,
Her welcome overstayed..
She’s a disrespectful, slurring lout,
Who should stick to lemonade.
.
A midnight visit,
with a bottle of beer.
Interrupted sleep,
reminds my friend that I care…
.
A comfortable silence
is a compliment.
.
Red wine & smoking,
a mellow night with my friend.
Memory lane stalking,
with a Mary-Jane blend.
.
I’m sleeping over,
Iv been run out of home.
It’s the doghouse for me,
My friends spare bed’s on loan.
I can’t shut my mouth,
I have opinions to say.
So I’m back in his bad books,
And sent on my way.
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
.
You run me down behind my back,
and think that I don’t hear.
You’re living in the world of crack,
there’s no ‘forever’ there.
Clever only lasts so long,
then cockiness sets in.
Canary’s live to sing a song,
and luck always wears thin.
.
Cold beers.
Smoke drifting through the air.
Conversation flows,
and the comfort level deepens.
It’s been a good day
filled with quality hours,
friendships and laughter
warms my heart and empowers.
Getting caught up with living,
I forget simple pleasures…
Good friends and cold beers,
are undeniable treasures. .
.
A long ago friend
who went right off the rail
made a few bad decisions
and wound up in jail.
Years have gone by
since we had any ties,
tonight the phone rang
with a delightful surprise.
Hes earned back his freedom
by serving his time
By far alot wiser
about dancing with crime.
I look forward to a visit
from my long ago mate,
We’ll reminisce on the old days
I can’t bloody wait.
When a friend tells you something,
it should only be the truth.
I’m disappointed, my friend
all your work’s down the drain
you’ve let go of control
and got hungry again.
Your eyes are the windows
to the fix on your mind.
I care too much to feed you…
Sometimes cruelty is kind.
She demands he doesn’t visit me
She’s laying down the law
She took off her engagement ring
until we’re friends no more.
I’m feeling guilt to be the cause
though no wrong have I done,
she insists he ends all ties with me
but I’m no threat!
She’s his number one.
I spy with my little eye
clues that a friend tells a lie.
My gut loudly shouts
real and reasonable doubts
of the break in at home,
and 1 friends whereabouts…
easy to perceive
The best kind of friend
is someone you can sit and swing with
spend hours not speaking a word
and then walk away
feeling as though you just had the best conversation
ever.
So you met me once.
You spent five minutes in my company.
That was almost ten years ago.
That gives you the right to judge me?
In my time of devastation and heartbreak,
You judged me loudly.
How does it feel to be you?
Sitting high and mighty
on your self acclaimed pedestal… 
Are you content with your life?
Do you like who you are?
I want to wish my pain on you
But I wouldn’t wish this for anyone.
I want to hate you, and kick you, if you ever meet your downfall.
Kick you right in the heart…
The reality is that I wouldn’t do what you did to me
I’m a bigger person than that.
I want to be able to forgive you.
But I’m not actually that big.
I met you once.
I spent five minutes in your company.
Almost ten years ago.
You have no right to judge me.
I sit away in another world
wishing you weren’t here.
Awkward silence accompanies you,
and I can’t hear myself think
for the n
oise.
Do you ever wonder about your followers?
What they look like? Where they live?
What they do inbetween reading posts?
I like to think my followers get me.
I don’t have to explain my thoughts because they are already understood.
My past is accepted and my future eagerly awaited.
What I think and feel matters.
It’s 1.24am & a knock on my door starts the dog barking… 2 friends stand on my porch, their red eyes & glowing with happiness. “Come in” I say, and they enter my home with green pockets & grins.. We sprawl out in the lounge & begin a most amusing chit chat session – about everything, and nothing, & rectangle racehorse stuff.
…It is now half an hour later . With dry throats the talking continues, & it’s all quite funny & sordid .. .
Wasted Times. 
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