Travel

I want to go where no one has been
If you can't keep up, you'll be shunned from scene
Only ever one way, I intended to stay
In some foreign country, far out of the way
Start a new life where everything's cool
And live in a house with incredible view
This was my dream, but now I'm back down
To the small town of Reading, my birth, my wow.

New Trade

Photography my trade, dear god tell me why
Should I think that from college I'm pro, then surprise!
No my dear friend this was not a degree
To give up your day job, oh would you believe
You could just push a button and people would pay
To see their own faces in a particular way?
Your camera and gear is mid-level stuff
To think you'd get paid! Stop dreaming, enough!

Happy Birthday

I love my family so very much
I thought to write you with humanly touch
My dearest thanks in so many ways
Your treat for my birthday I could never replace
From the moment I opened to this time right now
This pen be put down I will not allow
This paper to write on is smooth to the touch
Shall subject to poems and all kinds of such
And so when the time comes and the shoppings on me
I'll try best to please you this much
Nicola, Gary, Ella, Harley xxx

Back on Benefits

People are waiting for all the same reason
To ask for some help with the bills
Myself I've been working, for years always doubting
I'll ever beknownst how this feels
But know that I'm here, it brings on the fear that I may never retrieve
The good feeling I had of earning my pad without the councils relieve
How is it so, my photos bestow
A more meaningful part on my life
To help with the rent, is merely a dent
On the bills that life is to show

Resignation

You fire my friend and say cause of me
No choice but resign, all my colleagues agree

My Neighbours Raid

Police open up, police open the door
It doesn't take long, the door is no more
Close my door, inquisitive no more
Prey they will tell, there time has been had
A worthwhile pursuit, or found they no bad
Knock down ginger, a suspicion at first
Who kicks at three times, then runs in short bursts?

A Horse Called John

There once was a horse called john
He knew only the meaning of fun
He went for a ride, and to his surprise
Came back with no rider on

My Wife

Elizabeth my wife
Come into my life
Complete my half
For I am too daft
Without your beautiful light

Insomniac

Looking back through my notes I am attempting to compile a new blog using memoirs.
All I found was a bunch of poetry.
Here goes:

I need to sleep
I'm in too deep
Thoughts running wild
No reason to smile
Sit on up, think on the straight
Write something, de-stimulate.