Dire Straits, Brothers In Arms

Risky move, the original song is an all time classic. I thought I’d try something different.

It’s time to make changes
the self torture must end
There’s no life in the misery
Salvation your friend
So try to be thankful
your living so be free
and the hard raining times will mean
nothing you’ll see

Keep an eye on your future
forgive your mistakes
Your nature is faltering
there is nothing to break
Don’t pressure yourself so much
it is fate that will be
if you hate yourself you will
always have me.

I hear every single word
in every continent
I’ll stand with you always
and protect the innocent

Your’e a man on a journey
pit falls on the road
I have faith in your soul
even with your high load
and though never too far from you
Ill provide you with a key
When the journey has end
Ill be waiting for thee.


Leona Lewis, Run.

The times have changed and I cant see
the kind of man that I should be
I look for answers in the sky
just wasted words
It’s up to me to find myself
and not depend on someone else
should I like who I become
I’ll be amazed.
There’s hope I know
I dig deep in my soul
The love in my well will overflow
turns out i’ll be fine in the end.
I’ll try to grow
Thank the sun for my chance
through the dry and rain enjoy the dance.
Breathe life in the world around me.
I know it’s hard to walk the path
even righteous men can fall
but with our close friends arm in arm
we can stand tall.
There’s hope I know

I’ll try to grow

Leona Lewis: Run (Official Video)


I’m one of two
who fights each day.
To take the bad
from your blood away.
We soldier on
without an ask.
With quite a few
surprising tasks.
Filtering blood
to make it pure
and help control your
blood pressure.
We activate
your vitamin D
as you lay in the sun
and by the sea.
Your blood wouldn’t
be so very red.
If the cells were made
by another instead.
So treat us kind
while doing our job.
Put healthy things
inside your gob!

Route To Happiness

Tonight I looked up at the stars and saw the infinity of space. The worlds from a far circling in forever rotating galaxies. I cried. I cried because of our insignificance. Each one of us an infinitesimal fraction of energy and matter. The sky only has to abide the laws of physics but we also govern ourselves by man made rules. The creation of an idea using money and having wealth. Our nature, wherever you believe it comes from has made our pursuit of happiness from material things. The planets above do not care of its’ size nor about the colours of the stars around; though Saturn has its rings and Jupiter a giant storm the other floating rocks care little. I wonder if the moon tastes as salty as my tear covered face? or can the sun bleed like a cut on a knee? Are the planets able to grieve should their closest star die? How important is it to desire things in the grande scheme of life? I try to tell myself not very but maybe that’s because I feel I have nothing. Lost like a spec of dust in space and no direction or purpose. At least driving toward the next pay cheque gives the illusion of meaning. But what is life if you have only enough to survive? Would the lights from the Milky Way look as stunning if they weren’t able to twist and turn to a dance? It’s been a while but when I looked to the sky I prayed. I prayed for deliverance or guidance. I prayed for the souls of others. Ha! I’m not sure anything can hear through the sobbing and audible wetness. If I thought depriving myself of oxygen would give me a fresh start you wouldn’t be reading the self pity and babbling of a pathetic man, tortured inside by his own doing. Think I’ll keep looking up though, maybe a shooting star can trigger more of a meaning than the next car or fancy TV. Or maybe the sorrow reflecting from my face will provoke the heart of an ever great being to show me the true way to happiness.

Not Good Enough

Why can’t I put on paper
the aching in my chest?
My sense of inadequacy.
If I could have the years
wasted on my boyish pursuits
would I make good use?
Yet I still waste energy
on things that can’t be undone
and fail to live the now.
What a pathetic creature
that sits and self-deprecates
and that no one wishes to hear.
I’ve been tortured myself
by the waffling crap
spewing from that of others.
I wish I could be self-assured
like those who sometimes
take advantage of the weak.
Maybe instead live grey and cold
like an ancient statue
no one has to listen to.
When I think in 15 years
the mighty milestone of 50
would have crept upon me.
I fall to my knees in despair
and I cry and I sob.
My sticking eyes disgusts me.
No enemy could hate me
more than I do already.
It putrefies in my soul.
I wonder how awful I seem
to those with mightier problems.
Do they pity me or loath me?
Maybe I’m being egotistical
and actually no one could care.
I’m just another walking meat sack.
I don’t deserve to be loved.
I don’t deserve to be hated.
I don’t deserve an existence.
Each breath I’ve taken has
wasted air that others could use
and instead prolonged my pitiful life.
When God judges me
I’ll have no argument.
Let’s hope I’ll rot peacefully.

Wrong, It’s Like a Grave

And so.
To liken life to a roller-coaster
would be, in my opinion
highly incorrect.
Life is more like
the making of a grave.
Digging hard against
the course stone.
huge rocks that seem
Sure, eventually
the rock may budge.
But remember, you
are still tunnelling down.
I’d liken the body
to a budget spade.
After all
we are all imperfect.
Our faults
more weakened
by life
You enjoy the smooth
earth as the spade edge
cuts through it. But
you are waiting.
Waiting for the sharp spasm
that shoots through
the handle and blunts
the blade.
If you’re lucky,
a blunt blade is it.
But I fear there are
many rocks.
I fear a blunt blade,
a splintered handle
and I’m left twisted
in the grave I’ve made.

To Beauty

I know words from strangers
however the harmless intent.
Instil sour and miss trust
despite it’s honourable content.
So with my heart I write
but with my head decline.
To whisper her sweet graces
or watch her dance divine.
Oh how her beauty moves
like sun rays through skies,
the ripples over lakes
or when a swan flies.
As she twists and turns
with her make believe ribbon.
The greys turn to colour
to reveal the things hidden.
My mind forgets her name
but imprinted is her face.
I could spend a life time
listing all her good grace.
So accept these kind words
I want nothing in return.
And if we shall speak
it’s your name I wish to learn.
Have fun while you’re dancing
and enjoy your time and space.
I think I might sit back
while other guys take chase.

CANT THINK fof anythng

I don’t remember writing this. I was quite drunk.
I’m walkin home
and singing a song
or mumblings to invisble ear
the shots ive drunk
keeping me warm
mixed with alcohle
of beer.
And though inside Im saddened
that your with snother guy
I can onyl keep looking foeward
and say to you goobye.
lookign to the sky
as i drag my feet along.
tome is getting Late
ive jut hear the clock go bong.
Now rather than being sad
im twisted hard inside
bceause after all this time
i have now reakised.
It has all failed
despite how i tried.
there was never ever a chance]]
yiu would ever be my bride
i wish you both good lukvk
god knwos youll need it
you never bloody trusted
you sodding great tit.
could of been so good
if you olyy stopped and chilld
our heartsfull of joy
and happiness filled-dF


There was a time
feels long ago
where everyday
went with the flow
But that was then
and this is now
I don’t know why
I don’t know how
I am weak
I am sad
I miss the
things I once had
I’d spin the earth
the wrong way round
can only hope
that I am found.
I’m blind drunk
Fall to the ground
My heart pumps
without a sound
Look to the stars
Clouds in the way
My heart screams
and still I lay
I am weak…
If help arrives
after I die
another star
up in the sky.
without a pair
I’m all alone
I’ll fall from god
just like a stone
I am weak…
Our lives are short
with start and end
could stop living
without a friend
try to get up
try to be strong
try to make life
happy and long
I am weak…


Tormented, tortured and teased by my thoughts.
Can’t think clearly as every ounce of moisture in my body
gathers and collects in my head waiting to poor through my eyes.
Every part of my body tingles and throbs like I’m being compressed
into the black hole in my heart.
I wonder if I’d prefer to be squeezed to oblivion and exist only in memory
or waste my time trying to escape.
When not even light at its great speed and little substance can escape such a force
what is the point of trying.
Maybe beyond the outside, inside is a never ending tunnel with infinite time.
Having my life replayed to me forever until all that’s left is a shell of a soul.
I should try and escape despite the punity of it so I can make more mistakes.
Make more people disappointed.
Make myself disappointed.
If I could choose to be numb from it all, I would.
But the faces of some friends I see around me belonging to demons
cause me too much pain to hide.
The know it alls, the opportunist vultures that scavenge the damned.
People who make beliefs without knowing the facts just to make themselves feel better.
The world is full of monsters and I can assure you of this.
The worst monster of all is the one inside everyone of us.
But the most terrible of monsters are the ones who don’t realise it.
We might all be damned some more than others.
I at least know the content of my heart
and the thoughts in my head.
Every part of it good or bad accepted or accepted unwillingly.