He's a good man

He’s a good man, works hard for a living

He’s a good man, yes, he’s caring AND giving

He’s a good man, he eats what I cook, never makes a complaint

He’s a good man: drinker, smoker, player? These are things that he AIN’T

I trust him I love him, I’d sacrifice my life

If he asked me I’d say yes if he said “will you be my wife?”

He’s a good man, doesn’t swear when I’m about

He’s a good man; I’ve never heard him shout

He’s a good man, kind to animals and VERY good with kids

He’s a good man, looks after his mates when they are on the skids

I trust him I love him I’d give up on my career

If he asked me I’d move just so we could be near

He’s a good man; he’s useful round the house

He’s a good man, ain’t scared of spiders, ain’t scared of a little mouse

He’s a good man, neat and tidy, polished shoes, clean nails

He’s a good man, comes shopping, even takes me to the sales

He’s a good man, he respects me and the decisions that I make

He’s a good man, he knows a relationship’s about give and take

I trust him I love him with him I’d run away

I’d give him all I have if he wasn’t fucking gay.

tired

Tired, tried to sleep but couldn’t, closed my eyes but my brain wouldn’t

Stop, returning, turning, spurting, spurning my desire to be free.

It cajoled me, decided to hold me, in it’s crazed ferocity.

It took me back through years, tears, fears and opportunities. Reminded me of lost loves, bad boys, and gorgeous girls until my mind was full of whole communities; babies, toddlers, teens, young adults, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, witnesses and a vast array of smaller cults.

Battered me with images of bodies writhing, riding, biting, fighting, none of them were law-abiding, all were moving, pushing, pulling, slipping, sliding. Kisses, strokes, nibbles, sucks; glimpses of a thousand fucks.

Tired, tried to sleep but couldn’t, closed my eyes but my brain wouldn’t…slow the pace. It showed me each and every face I’d ever kissed, each and every one I missed, didn’t do it like a list, didn’t have any rules; a brother then several fools, a mother then two friends on stools, then another, then one that drools, then one other draped in jewels. I tried to make connections, tried to put them into sections but I couldn’t make corrections, they were right but no, that’s wrong, those are good, those are strong, they definitely do belong, but those two can’t go together, can‘t be in each others life; that’s HER husband and that’s HIS wife, that’s a cousin, that’s a nephew okay, that’s a niece but where is the connecting piece? There’s my father without warning, I’m going to be so tired in the morning….

happy new year

So…the end is near and now we face another countdown…

New Year’s Eve rears its head and we’ll all dance to Motown

Auld acquaintances will be remembered and contact will be made

Memories will be rehashed and slightly over played

Stocks will be restored because we gorged all over Xmas break

Food, drink, class ‘A’s and ‘B’s we said we wouldn’t take

Are in our bellies and our minds are starting slowly to recover

But soon will come a night unlike any other

Where gentle steps become leaps and bounds as we push head long into fever

Friends come out, drunks fall about and we are both or either

Battles fought for tickets sought are forgotten as we enter

Buses, full and FREE, tubes packed with glee, we get into the centre

This way, that way over there, let’s stop and get our bearings

In that bar we’ll have a jar and we can start to share things

He’s feeling down, she’s coming up, we’ll have one more then we really have to leave

He starts to cry, she’s really high and I think I’m going to heave

Music’s pumping, people jumping, smiles on all our faces

Pubs and clubs are fit to burst; it’s crammed in all the places

Queues are long, anticipation’s strong, wide-eyed nervous looks

In the line friends of mine, from work, school, one or two are crooks

All here to drink with cheer, another year is nearly done

Battles fought hard all year either lost or clearly won

The ticking tocks, an eye on clocks, the end is very close now...

…From 10 down to 5 the joy begins, please don’t be morose now.

From 5 down to 4 the fun’s begun for those that couldn’t wait

For some a show to let others know that they’ve decided on their fate

Bells ring out people shout and everyone is kissing

Glasses clink as we all drink to those we wish weren’t missing.

.IT’S A LONDON THING

Aldwych, Aldgate

Brixton, Bishopsgate

Clapton, Clapham and Camberwell (of course)

Dulwich to Denmark Hill, where it gets a little more coarse

Guns at the ‘Elephant’ ain’t the same as Eton rifles

T.A.’S, P.T.A’S funded by fetes and fairs selling home made trifles

Gimps, goons, gangsters, gentlemen and gays

Harridans, harlots, whores and ones that go both ways

Islanders, idealists, inbreds, inmates

Jokers, Jehovahs, jugglers, jailbaits

Kennington/Kensington the difference is clear

Londoners all, I hold all of them dear

Mates, muckers, marauding mobs

Neighbours, knockers, nutters and (k) nobs

Opportunists in Oxford Street making their marks

From Putney to Peckham, it’s plastered with parks

Quiet, quaint, quintessentially queer

Richmond’s a royal one, with surprisingly, deer!

Status symbols slip silently passed

Tottenham to Totteridge, that journey’s not fast

Uxbridge, the outskirts, all similar places

Vauxhall’s where you’ll see a vast array of faces

West Ham, Wimbledon, Watford, both places AND teams

Excessive, exciting it explodes at the seams

Youthful, young, incredible old, yet constantly new

Zealots, Zionists there’s even a zoo.

A good man is hard to find

He’s a good man: works hard for a living

He’s a good man: yes, he’s caring and giving

He’s a good man: he eats what I cook, never makes a complaint

He’s a good man:  drinker, smoker, player? These are things that he ain’t!

I trust him, I love him, and I’d sacrifice my life.

If he asked me I’d say yes, if he said “will you be my wife?”

He’s a good man: he won’t swear whenever I’m about

He’s a good man: I’ve never heard him shout

He’s a good man: kind to animals and he’s very good with kids

He’s a good man: looks after his mates when they’re on the skids

I trust him, I love him, and I’d give up my career

If he asked me, I’d move so we could be near

He’s a good man: he’s useful all round the house

He’s a good man: ain’t scared of spiders, bugs or a mouse

He’s a good man: neat and tidy, polished shoes, clean nails

He’s a good man: comes shopping, even takes me to the sales

He’s a good man:  he respects me and the decisions that I make

He’s a good man: knows a relationship is about give and take

I trust him I love him, with him, I’d run away

I’d give him all I have, if he wasn’t fucking gay.

Alphabetti spaghetti

A is for apple

B is for bite

C is for crunch

D for delight

E is for eggs

F is for food

G is for everything that can taste good

H for humus, halibut and ham

I for inventive, which in the kitchen, I am

J is for jelly, juices and jerk

K for knives in the kitchen, where I do all my work

L is linguini, lunch even liver

M is for mushrooms, whole or a sliver

N is nuts, nachos, soup made from nettle

O is for oranges, which help the stomach to settle

P for pork, peaches, and plates fit for a prince

Q is quail, quavers or quince

R for rabbit, ravioli or the rivers I fish

S for sugars, sweets or savouries served on a dish

T is for tarts, treats like tiramisu

U for utensils and ugly fruit too

X is for Xmas where we eat to excess

Y is for yolk, yam…do I like food? The answer is yes

Z is for zest. Food is the best

Sharing is good to...

To share a bus, you only have to step on board

To share a train, the same

To share a meal is a wonderful thing

It is good to share the blame

To share your feelings can be hard

But worth taking a chance

If you share music, you may share a dance

SOMETIMES, I DON’T WANT TO SHARE

SOMETIMES I WANT IT TO MYSELF

SOMETIMES I HIDE WHAT I HAVE

To share your thoughts can, in some places, get you put in jail

It’s good to share shelter from snow and hail

“Share and share alike.” They say. THEY have plenty

Sharing a bath ensures you get dirty

Sharing a shower is a lot more flirty

Sharing communion is tribal cannibalism

Sharing a moment of beauty lives with all that shared it forever.

Everyone wants an equal share

Sharing space is hard with strangers and amazing with lovers

Sharing fluids….

I like to share. Do you?

It's time to give...

Give us this day our daily bread, please, please give me head

Give us a chance, give us room, I give my daughter to this groom

Give me a break I’ve only just arrived, give me credit I survived

Give me the strength to carry on, give me the power to know right from wrong

Give me your wallet or I’ll ruin your health, give him enough rope to hang himself

Give generously, please, give what you can, give me help, give me a hand

Give us your keys, give us your phone, give me space, I want to be alone

Give me time to finish it, give me paper I need a shit

Give us a smoke, give us a puff, give it a rest, I've had enough

Give us a smile, it ain’t that bad, give me a kiss and make me glad

Give us a reason to do what you say, give us the money, you have to pay

Give us the red, no, give us the white, give it your all give it your might

Give it some give it your all, give it to me give me the ball

Give it now give it here, give me enough for a pint of beer

Give us a light give us a fag, give me the remote you slag

Give me shelter, give me sanctuary, give it to me up the ‘Gary’

Give me somewhere I can hide, give me a lift, give us a ride

Give me some, give us half, give us a joke, go on, and give us a laugh

Give me a ring give me a call, give me a leg up over this wall

Every woman is every woman

Every woman is every woman

To a player like me

Every woman is every woman

When they lay by me

Each kiss I miss, so much each touch, the love was shared, I showed I cared

You felt it too, but, I dealt with you.

Every woman is every woman

Every word spoken, a lie

Every woman is every woman

Each promise will be broken by and by

Each moment I cherish, I know, it will perish and I’ll hold you as you cry.

Every woman is every woman

Innocence is fleeting

Every woman is every woman

It’s new danger you’re meeting

With words of honey, you’ll think that it’s funny how,

You were happy alone before I helped you to moan

Encouraging laughter, but, nothing after:

No meal, no drink no reason to think there was anything wrong, then, before long, gone.

Every woman is every woman

To a loser like me

Every woman is every woman to a user like me

Hiding my faults, secrets and lies

Twisting out of emotional ties

Always there, but never around

At family ‘do’s’ I can’t ever be found.

Every woman is every woman

To a bully like me

Every woman is every woman

You won’t, fully, like me

It isn’t the pain from some long lost love or ‘cos we fit like a hand in a glove

It isn’t my father who is to blame

It isn’t my mother, she’s exactly the same

My mind isn’t twisted, defective or dud.

I wasn’t dropped (as a tot), with a big heavy thud.

It isn’t fear of commitment, I don’t fear the unknown

There isn’t some childhood ‘issue’ I haven’t outgrown

It’s just when I’m with you, when us two are alone and the door is locked, I’ve turned off the phone…my pleasure is yours and yours alone.

Mr Bombastic

Slow down sucker, you’re going tooo fast

Keep doing that and you’ll end up on your arse.

Nobody likes, NO BODY likes the way you move, you mss the beat, you’re out of the groove.

Your hands are doing this, feet doing that. That  ... thing on your head, you call it ‘a hat’?

Take a breath, take a pause, take your time and take it easy.

When you gyrate the girls feel queasy.

Please don’t. Please don’t thrust. Point the other way if you must.

Don’t twirl, don’t spin rotate, or pirouette, just go outside and smoke a cigarette.

When you dance you always have space ‘cos of your hairy, scary dancing face….

Ashley's Drink

One step forward, two steps back.

A week of bliss then…a double ‘Jack!’

“No pain, no gain!” So I join the gym.

My brother’s birthday and I’m drinking gin.

Consumed by guilt, I stay home and mope I’m surviving on sweet tea…and dope.

A month goes b and I’m feeling fine, so with dinner…a glass of wine.

“It’s okay! I’m in control!”

Within a week and I’m in a hole, so far down I need help up.

“I PROMISE! NO MORE FROM THE DEVIL’S CUP!

A promise is a promise that will never be broken. (But the devil and Iwere only joking)…2 pints later and THAT promise I break…I give my soul for him to take...

I drink at home, I drink in bars, on the street and in cars. I drink until I drink too well and end up in a Brixton cell.

It’s okay, it’s nothing new. I know the drill and what to do: Get my head down, get some sleep and pray to GOD my soul to keep.

You can't be like me

Use.  Abuse.  Choose.  Easy rhymes to tamper with.

Love.  Stroke.  Caress.  Easy actions to pamper with.

Without commitment they're the same.

Without commitment what's in a name?

If the juices flow and the body hardens, who cares if the mind broadens?

(You do, I do, but continue we must, lost in the pleasure of each others' lust.)

If the rhythm flows who cares for love?

Swapping and changing 'til we are both above

the humdrum doldrums of everyday life

knowing the pleasure will cut like a knife.

A finger so fat with a feeling so thin, allows it to slip easily in.

Damn!  There's that emotion again, slipping and sliding into my mind, while our bodies are having such a good time.

Send it away with a flick of the wrist or crush it with a powerful kiss.

Get back to the love, you know it is there.  Grab hold of a hand or put your hand through their hair.

Shut your eyes.  Open your soul and suddenly, your orgasm's whole.