These poems were written by somebody very dear to me. I think they are excellent and wanted to share them with everybody who takes the time to visit my Website. I wish I could write poems as good as these.

You have to really understand poetry to appreciate these!

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did..and understand them!

MIND SHOT

Running around in circles

balancing time in each hand

questioning everything

trying to count each grain of sand

Can't comprehend

why in my mind I can bend

the real world outside

whilst it seems

I'm the only one

who from it

has to hide

see my reflection

but can't make the connection

like everything's just a riddle

& I'm alone with only my thoughts

with which to fiddle

and as things appear

that should not

I realise is just another

mind shot

Need a lawyer

to decipher this paranoia

One day I'm my own enemy

the next my only friend

Hate only brings you down

in the end

And it'll get you back

each time

each panic attack

and as you pick yourself up

once again giving all you've got

you reload

ready for another mind shot

©ml (2003)

SATURDAY'S TRYING TO KILL ME

Saturdays trying to kill me

Sundays even worse

If Monday doesn't't get me

I'm sure Tuesday will be in there first

wednesdays halfway there

For Thursday I could'nt care

And when Friday comes around

We'll see

That Saturday's still

trying to kill me.

©ml 2002

For my dear friend Martin "Gary" Hare R.I.P,

who took his own life 9/01

"If it comes, I won't fight it"

Were the last words you said to me

Now I hope your in a better place

In which your able to see

"Backdoor man" by the Doors

was your favourite song

now when I hear it my friend

in my mind, we'll both sing along

I'll never forget you mate

whatever the weather

Your the backdoor man

Live forever

©ml

WHAT GOES ON

(This is a song, I even have the music,...in my head!)

Would you understand?

When I'm playing in a different band

would you like to take a look

when I'm sinking

line & hook

would you want to know

When I have feelings I can't show

Would you be taken aback

If I told you I was about to crack

I guess it's just a part of what goes on

and on, and on, and on,

Just a part of what's inside

You can't run from yourself (Chorus)

Can you?

You cannot hide

There's been times

when I've reached out for a branch

Only for it to snap

Only to fall disfigured

into someone's unsuspecting lap

then to receive

a look of total disgust

when In them you've put all your trust

Later on, maybe

They might feel the same way

and you know?

I wouldn't give them the time of day

Revenge is sweet?

No just don't give in to defeat

Live your life

On your own two feet

(Chorus)

©ml 2002/3

SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE

Your so much better than everyone else!

look at your house!

You share it with a mouse

and a spider you call Terry

Who's always rather merry

But your so alone

Nothing but skin & bone

tinned spaghetti for tea again

bed after news at ten

overgrown garden

can't get a hard on

and as your hands shake

each time you put the key

into your front door

you pause for a moment

thinking of a life that could have offered more

but you shake your head

sighing

it doesn't't matter

there's always tomorrow

for tea it's sausage in batter

you truly believe inside your not alone

you are your own perfect company

unique you say

only one of me

and as you pass away

all alone

aged 104

Your

so much better than everyone else

©ml2003

HEADS ON POLES

My best mate

there aint much he hasn't seen

with all his heart

he just wanted to be a marine

A someone, and he will NEVER be just anyone

to serve this country

but you fuc*ers let him down

over a cup of earl grey tea

He saved my life

you know that?

but I guess you don't really care

because you send our boys out to fight your wars

in the middle of nowhere

I'd gladly cut your heads off government,

and stick em all on poles

and do any time smiling

to see this dear pal of mine

achieve his goals

Me, I'm as fuc*ed up as they come

There isn't a nasty thing I aint thought, said, or done

But this special friend of mine has always been by my side

even when, I'm throwing a turn inside

Yes if it wasn't for this wonderful, fantastic human being, soul mate of mine

I'd surely be in hell, just waiting in line

I would have surely gone under years ago

But he's still here... I love him

But I'm not gay you know

©ml 28/9/04

DON'T BURY ME

Don't bury me in a graveyard

it's too fuc*ing lonely there

full of other people

for whom I'd never care

Full of people I'll never know

Then again full of people

who probably only turn up at funerals though

Don't bury me in a cemetery!

it's all too fuc*ing dictionary

Lying there all neat in a row

just because it's how they say so

when I die

please no black, and no tie

And don't be sad

remember the days

when we were totally mad

remember the days when we laughed like crazy

because in my time of dying

that'll be what stays with me baby

Don't bury me in a wooden box!

because when I'm gone

I don't give a toss who knocks

That's it as far as I'm concerned

Shows over...

last call for drinks...

the end... finnito...

But fuc* it

hell of a ride it will have been though

©ml 29/9/04

©ml October 2006

WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT

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