When you remember when
Just as an example
You made yourself live
Because you thought that life was convention
But it’s not
Live your life
Smile your smile
Measure your own mile
Because when you die
You will say
Why didn’t i
there was a little bar in clapton where the parrot flew free
and you could go to any toilet when you needed a wee
where the police were still happy that we took coke off the bar
because they were so scared we might be murdered in our cars
frequented by nutters all afternoon and night
some really clever and some that wern’t that bright
a murder of faces that made a weird scene
jokes galore and many were obscene
it was the nearest to family I’d had for ages
and that’s where I chose to spend my wages
knowing that they would let me sleep
when I had surpassed my peak
and once or twice they carried me home
lest I wake up in the bar alone
I was tired I was weary
and a little bit teary
the first time they locked the door
in the night in the middle
when I woke for a piddle
and saw the shadow across the floor
of the window bars
and the years of scars
of those that had been in the wars
karma spent and wrought
the demons I had sought
my fault for breaking the laws
some time to mellow
and become a good fellow
a window instead of a door
an adventure ahead
where I couldn’t be lead
and my heart began to soar
Sometimes i wish my highs were’t so high
And my lows were’t so low
Like having a bright summer day
Then a pavement full of snow
Still the more i think with a positive purpose
However much i struggle through high then low
The more i feel and the more i grow
There selling selfie sticks in camden
And the girl at the bus stop was crying into her iphone 6
Meanwhile in Goa a girl who smiled and took Jo shopping and because of her care received a pair of jeans that fulfilled all of her dreams had to part with them to feed her family
This just because i feel for a wife who lost her friend
Some driving mistake made a man rage
But depite the mans age
He cruelly stabbed him.
To settle the driving mistake.
He ended his life
This is written because i feel for the loss
I feel sad like her
I don’t understand?
Be careful because you might become sad in a way.
Try and remember the thought that you had.
And the thought and the feeling you wanted to say.
To your Dad, and your Sister.
Tell your Mum that you’ve missed her.
Trouble is that sometimes the spark.
The thought that you feel and think straight from the heart.
Needs to spark when the thought was ached out of your raw response to how.
You feel now.
For real after you’ve been apart, in mind or body.
And happiness is measured in smiles
But distance is measured most accurately.
In emotion more than miles.
And I would not with him wager
if I were a tube door
and then comes butter
a bit of a nutter
but he helped me
when he knew I was poor
and jo made me feel normal
in the midst of my turmoil
in her camden flat
that became folklore
on the right is amanda
who was known for her candor
and is now a councillor
And watch the wealth divide go.
It cost’s a lot to pay for a wealthy life
And the point is
The most valuable thing belongs to who?
A billionaire banker looks very similar to a career fosterer…
On the cold stone slab.
When we add it up.
And the point is.
The most valuable things belong to who?
Who is getting Tesco’s profit up?
After he’s got the shares up and his life is closing as he counts his days.
Can he ask why and for who he profited from food for?
And the point is.
As he lies on his bed waiting to die.
Would he still put chocolate at children high?
To profit who?
Who is all the money for?
Would but it could buy a cuddle for a baby ….
A short life to pay for x