I slowly move to stand up. quietly the words creep up. from the pit of my stomach I speak up.
hi everyone my names mark and I am a negative bastard. In church not the place to be plastered.
I told him to say that. I’m the one he listens too. me and him are tight you know the coo.
I am his mate but I do get irate. when he tries to remove the negative from his plate.
got him hooked lines bate. Like sardine in a tin on squashed on a train again.
glass is always half full its empty. I can do his job it’s easy. but fortnightly scratch your destiny.
cash only chores. shotting shots for a score. Keep up the good work no tax returns they are bore.
I gotta stop bunning I could do so much more. but you’ll miss the wicked munchies at four.
With 2 step, 4 step you know the core. wish too chirp an unbelievable girl she is brilliant.
forget it man all the same but look different. wish to step up be the man and socialise. to be alive.
To fell aright, why what is better than surfing drinks all night. always stressing bout my fix every night.
Don’t worry bro we’ll get you fixed tonight. that iPad over there that’s a score quick bright.
Everyone got a buddy like me. His true best mate. I’m your subconscious it hates. 

move like jagger, walk like rihanna, now roll like hawkins

as the wheels on his chair go round, two AA batteries his voice got sound.
intelligence spouted its profound. with his Darlex sound i'm spellbound.
what a mind. its a beautiful mind. not crows but a hawkins shrine.
waste man not listing. why does the universe go to all the bother of existing. 
universe doesn't allow perfection. take for granted actions every bodily function. 
minds are 21st century natural selection. no second chances fixing corrections. 
If time travel is possible, where the tourists from the future. today is the future. 
if i could walk and talk i'd beat you.  shake it. take it.. make it... happen.
its time to roll like hawkins. i want to roll like hawkins. move like hawkins.  

Train Poems

another train another look deep inside my brain. T I C 's and my days spent.

1 more day ticked earned. what have i learnt. today it's the same as yesterday.

tomorrow won't be like yesterday. if i only had my way. be on hols everyday.

or only work half a day lee. he's my minder and he's bigger than yee. 

i am right behind him over here can't you see. i need these here because i speak free.

scandalous uneducated buffoons. same old statement around like typhoons. 

how can you be free without an opinion.  hearsay when you recite an opinion. 

is that all you got. I already forgot. knowledge is power words is all you got.

food for thought what you bringing. nothing to the table for supper you be singing

our way of life and culture slipping. slowly clinging to our democratic society.   

MP's you owe us an apology.  20 year of referendums not benefiting Britain.

your constitute only benefit the present resident. not for Britain only to smitten.

50'000 x's on a paper at the Polls. broken Britain and everyone's on the dole.

you cant represent us the people. cause you out of touch with the people.

5 acres and a carrier for people. just mere people an annoyance their feeble   

I'm racist because you say so. sing for St George and that's a no no.

too uneducated to express a democratic right. working class right.

express with a fight. be like the french down tools for your rights.   

The Greatest Living Geek

Oh by the way, this story has a happy ending too.

Sunday Evening Blurb.

who am I to write my life the blog. voice of the voiceless puppy dog. 

lead around necks. led by suited rednecks. paying their cheques.

try to imply with a sigh not to cry. how society in a hearse. it’s a human curse. 

insult disrespect among all races all creeds teenage seeds too early to feed. 

living longer with a younger next generation. world economy state of inflation. 

propaganda miss-information. foreign policy home grown terror ideology

shareholders pay-outs. nations getting bailouts. rest to suffer the financial fallout's.   

murder. youths getting bolder. murder different postcode number. 

special divisions called cobra. Doreen Lawrence needs a shoulder.

they were let down badly. but she still looks like a lovely lady. 

justice prevails. they'll all burn in hell. for them it’s a bombshell. 

justice for fathers. I’m thankful our father. my sons not a weapon of mass destruction. 

courts bringing fathers to mass depression. paying price for majority of fathers vacating.

black projects in secret locations. hidden from the books but in plain sight when you look. 

NWO prophets. fearful if you gossip. think it’s right. looking good in a snipers site. 

schools health my kids I'm scared to death. and our welfare is well fair. got to take a breath

you have never contributed but you wish to take out......that's OK

you got no skills no talent but a bunch of kids.......that's also OK

arrive on plane first stop Housing then the Job Centre.....is that OK

would you put a pound in the charity box and take a fiver..... it’s not OK

so I'm not going to talk about any of that. with realism if I got to do that. 

i’ll have nothing to say and that's a fact. 






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Train Poem

once again I am tinkering. brain tripping when I am chilling. contemplating every emotion .

thought process in the motion. contemplate the contemplating. all of a sudden wondering.

contemplating the contemplate this shit is complicated. overloading on the contemplate.

why all the contemplating all I seem to do is contemplate. what do you have to think about.

the fact you're a lout with a mouth that spouts. too loud I lowe your pout. what you on about.

simple minded twat. your fat. raiders sock hat. with a fake gat. in your mind who's bad.

forever contemplate family tress. analyse dissect to see. cant see the woods to many trees.

cant see what important can’t see what right. contemplating winner of your thoughtless fight.

people like yourself, myself, whole self only interested until that defeat oneself. 

My Life: Train Poem - Stripy Socks, Clock Watching & Sky Sc...

My Life: Train Poem - Stripy Socks, Clock Watching & Sky Sc...: Next challenge Stripy Socks, clock watching and Sky Scrapers 3 topics 30min train ride 1 poem lets have it.... white socks, sports socks, ...

My Life: Train Poem - Stripy Socks, Clock Watching & Sky Sc...

My Life: Train Poem - Stripy Socks, Clock Watching & Sky Sc...: Next challenge Stripy Socks, clock watching and Sky Scrapers 3 topics 30min train ride 1 poem lets have it.... white socks, sports socks, ...

Train Poem - Stripy Socks, Clock Watching & Sky Scrapers

Next challenge Stripy Socks, clock watching and Sky Scrapers 3 topics 30min train ride 1 poem lets have it....

white socks, sports socks, ankle socks, business socks, black socks, work socks
which one rock, none of them cock the only socks that rock are the one that are.
shaded, faded thick or thin. stripy socks are my vice my one true sin. Amen my kin
believe i'm a believer all the others suck all just muck so please go F#%k
but it seems just right. when holding on tight. trying keep eyes upright. a daily fight.
hours take days. minutes into hours oh my dayz. seconds go backwards. like yesterday.
is it ground hog day. daily dose of clock watching. hair of the dog then i'll stop bitching.
spread then wings branch out its clear. brother get the fuck out of here.
boredom creeps out of every orifice. starts about 8.30 first steps in the office.
Its awfully off-key its like this in every office. knock my boss off a motive would be this office.
woo hoo 5 thirty's here. atmosphere hits the stratosphere. time to hell raiser.
i'm on out out night like an old skool raver. live at the Rotunda a plush B1 sky scraper.
not your typical concrete jungle. got 24/7 concierge called Zippy and Bungle.

My Life: Train Poem - Politics,Andy Murray & David Cameron

My Life: Train Poem - Politics,Andy Murray & David Cameron: Another challenge from another colleague i'm liking this my blocks lifted three words 1 30 min train ride 1 little poem. Politics, And...

Train Poem - Politics,Andy Murray & David Cameron

Another challenge from another colleague i'm liking this my blocks lifted three words 1 30 min train ride 1 little poem.

Politics, Andy Murray & David Cameron ouch here it is....

Politics its a bit of a head twists for me. its a mystery. 

its his story. chatting shit too me.

all I see is old farts. with a hand on my heart. 

don't know where to start. always outsmart.

MPs stand for Muppet's. strings on a Puppet. 

send to outta-space on a rocket. fuck it.

more sense from big bird not Widdecombe. 

the street with the yellow fur needing a comb.

on the glorious subject of brushing. 

a Serbian got one hell of pasting. devastating.

man was in a hurry, a Sir Andy Murray. 

but Mr Dumblane loose the straight face.

Wimbledon man with all the famous faces. 

Cameron and Salmond applauding political aces.

Saltire so much exposure. No 10's bringing the borders closer. 

Media stating this is not kosher. Saltire flying for sporting glory's. 

but St George is never worthy. stop is that a racist statement.

evidence is blatant. only the English are scared to be English. 

insecurities need to banish. whats the solution to broken Britain. 

praying for our children. you got no clue as to what to do.

stand up applaud your MP's. thank you for our Britain. 

were are all fucking smitten.

  






  

Train Poem challenge Girls, Blow-Up Dolls and Tennis

was challenged for my train poem to write about Girls, Blow-up dolls and Tennis, so here it is.... :-)

I don't know you don't know about life if you got to think twice if you've had any strife.
be nice to get a warning about pending strife, prior to the decisions I have made in life.
its no retreat no surrender then hook line an sinker. whole heaps of shit worlds a stinker.
getting too old geezer being a quick thinker. slowing down I've discovered a banker.
I got theses girls in my life never let me down. with a frown that's always upside down.
stressing  out like a spastic don't ripe the plastic The lung drenching blow-up type.
make sure I don't blow her up too tight. i'll be nursing a pasting in a diabolic location.
a problem arises with the unforeseen situation. after 77 years of pent-up frustration.
its never game set match. because my girl cant catch.

 

My Life: Train Poem 4

My Life: Train Poem 4: “Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live y...

Train Poem 4

“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”