Old friends…

Red wine & smoking,

a mellow night with my friend.

Memory lane stalking,

with a Mary-Jane blend.

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Bad books…

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.

The little things…

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.

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Curling up in bed with my Jem.

It’s nice.

 

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Mood swinging…

 

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An emotional pendulum.

Swings high, and low.

A back and forth rhythm,

has a turbulent flow.

You hear musical laughter,

til a breeze rocks the boat…

And in the blink of an eye,

she’ll rip out your throat.

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Monday…

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Coffee and a cigarette.

My day begins.

The teenage girl fluffs in front of the mirror,

looking beautiful.

Eyes roll as I tell her so.

The house is falling down around me.

Chaos reigns.

The unemployment line waits for me.

I’ll do that tomorrow.

I wonder what today will bring…

 

 

 

 

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Simple things…

 

Over the hills and far away,

roaming thoughts dance ballet.

A moment spent with simple pleasures…

A smoky room

and chocolate treasures.

 

 

 

 

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Love…

…I smile at him,

this hard man of mine,

and a light starts to glow in his eyes…

For what lies between us,

fulfilling and deep,

is love…

The most ultimate prize.

 

 

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Out of line…

He blew my nose

and made me cry,

the pain, sharply exquisite.

The day surrendered

to the night,

unmindful of his visit.

Minutes raced and hours flew,

while time was standing still,

we laughed and talked,

and circle walked,

and lined another thrill.

 

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Once up on a time…

We sit here together

our bodies well fed.

No words being spoken,

nil needs to be said.

The silence is peaceful,

there’s a calm in the air,

I’m content to be with you,

I like the time that we share.

 

 

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Chopped liver…

Chopped liver isn’t happy,

chopped liver isn’t thrilled…

It was meant to be a good time,

enjoyment unfulfilled.

Conversation wasn’t given,

no offer of a beer…

You offered me your company,

but you were clearly insincere.

 

 

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Pipe dreaming…

Tired body,

weary soul.

A helping hand

from the old glass bowl…

Forgotten tears.

Rekindled gleam.

Living life,

in a pipe dream.

 

 

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Wasted Monday…

Puffing the day away.

Songs out of tune.

Head in the clouds.

A high afternoon.

Dance around solo.

Skip to no beat.

Wasting the moment.

Smoking a treat.

 

 

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Lifes time…

 

High time flies by

in wasted minutes.

A blur was yesterday.

Today will vanish into air

Tomorrow is already here.

 

 

 

 

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Holier than thou…

Gods gift to the world

demands centre stage.

It has to go his way,

or it’s the highway to rage.

 

Stamping his feet

he throws his weight round,

giving lectures for hours

he likes hearing his sound.

 

A well practiced charmer

with the women he chooses,

his affection’s the prize,

it’s his girlfriend who loses.

 

 

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Relaxation…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’re out in my girl-cave

quietly tinkering with your bike.

I’m sitting back on my bed

listening to MaryJane’s non-stop chatter

She really does chat a lot.. 

And Relaxation is in the air.

A long day…

 

Wide awake, mind buzzing.

Thoughts in every direction.

Can’t sit still, can’t lie straight.

Watching hours pass by.

Shadow monkeys play loudly.

Out my window, in the moonlight.

Bedtime nags me to get closer.

I need help to relax.

Mary-Jane blows me over.

I can finally sleep.

Swing high…

I like to go swinging

at the drop of a hat,

flying high through the air

I’m a shed acrobat.

 

Mary-Jane joins me

we blow smoke to the sky

I like to go swinging

Late at night, getting high.

BFF’s…

 

The blessing of true friendship

is what helps me to carry

the weight on my soul.

Sometimes…

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You’re nasty to me.Walking on Eggshells

well,

mostly you’re kind

I know your heart’s soft,  down deep inside

I like hearing you laugh, we share jokes to and fro

then out of the blue, your anger does blow

I feel so small and scared and weak

whatever I say you class as cheek.

I don’t want to leave cos we’ve been through so much

So I’ll patiently wait til love’s back in your touch…

Friendship…

 

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.

Mind games…

 

It’s a new day and I feel calm.

I sit in bed, surrounded by smoke.

My phone beeps with a good morning text from you.

Surely you don’t expect me to reply.

Moments of clarity…

Smoke fills my brain

dulling my senses.

My emotions are null and void.

I’m now able to hear my head speak 

without the interruption from my heart.

Our time has come.

Its been long enough.

A full stop is on standby,

waiting only for my nod.

 

 

What keeps stopping me?