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Truth disguised


Look at him sitting there with the boys,

Fooling them all with his smiling disguise,

Having a laugh a joke and a drink,

Not one of them has a clue what he thinks,

He’s the center of attention with his Wiley ways,

A real cool guy he has happy days,

And see her there with that wicked smile,

And all the lads by her beguiled,

Looking great done up like a doll,

All airs and graces a great looking moll,

Fun people to be out with for the night,

Full of laughter things look to be right,

As so often those who strive to have fun,

From a dismal life feel they must run,

For all the joking and laughing and tears,

Hide beneath some drastic fears,

While chasing fun and having the craic,

When left alone time to look back,

Alone in the mirror a reflection laid bare,

The image shows true thoughts so dear,

And all the while no one takes time to see,

Far away from this life they want to flee,

Staring deeper into what they hide,

A contemplation pending perhaps suicide,

Decisions decisions oh what must they do,

The wrong conclusion shining through,

One last fling a night on the town,

Then they lay their body down,

In doing so see flashing faces,

Swift memories of people and places,

And surely then someone will find,

Those we loved all left behind,

Having tried and failed just couldn’t take part,

Forgive me this piercing of your heart,

Leaving this life which for them was hell,

They could not answer when asked if they were well,

Still smiling faces walk every street,

Hiding thoughts from friends they greet,

When all it takes is a little time,

To ask and care if they really are fine.

20.06.2012

First wages lesson


Her name was Mary but we called her mam,

She married our father a soldiering man,

He went off to soldier most every day,

While us kids ran riot as outside we played,

She couldn’t write or read a word,

But when she roared god almighty heard,

Friday was the day when the father got paid,

When he handed over his wages a little afraid,

For someone who could never read or write,

If there was a penny missing he’d feel her might,

Oh she’d hand him back what she didn’t need,

For it was a sin to harbour thoughts of greed,

My first real wage came in a nice crisp packet,

I toiled all week it was an easy racket,

And handed them over to my dear old mother,

And waited patiently just like all the others,

What are you waiting for she said to me,

I worked all week I said did I do it for free,

True she said but I cook and clean,

Do I do it for free or are you living in a dream,

I hand my wages over and I want something back,

With ideas of fun and a bit of craic,

Show me the envelope then where it states your name,

And out with the rent book there it was plain,

Away with you child I will hear this no more,

You must pay your way if you walk on my floor,

The second wage I halved putting it safe into my sock,

I’d teach this illiterate woman my world to rock,

And handed over the envelope wit just half the amount,

Sure if she didn’t read then she could hardly count,

For this was my thinking at the age of thirteen,

The lesson that followed to be believed had to be seen,

So you’re keeping money back as you know I don’t read,

And harbouring thoughts of deception and sinful greed,

Everything you now want then from me you must ask,

And pay me you will dearly for each and every task,

Never again would I hide any such amount,

She might not have read but by god could she count.

20-Jun-12

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where and also would anyone notice if i just was'nt here

Where?


You’re in tolerable she said that’s what you are now,

Me in tolerable to get there I don’t know how,

Well then you’re in flexible and you won’t bend or change,

Where’s in flexible for gods sake now your acting strange,

And your also in cahoots she said I heard you on the phone,

Well now if I’m in cahoots then i must not be there alone?

You are also in sane and I don’t think that you care,

But to go to in sane I reckon you have to be driven there,

I like to be in conclusions but I hear that you have to jump,

But then I fear that only you would get the hump,

Cognito would be nice if I could see that place,

There I’d be alone no one would recognise my face,

There have been times when I liked to visit doubt,

That was a bit confusing as to what it was all about,

Being in capable was a very tiring time,

But I went back to in flexible and everything was fine,

I can’t recall being in continent but I heard that place was hell,

Apart from no one speaking to you it appears there was a smell,

I did like being in sane though I didn’t have a lot to hide,

It was easy to get to family and friends all gave me a ride,

They sent me to Coventry once and I didn’t need a lift,

While there no one spoke to me they all had a mighty rift,

So I went on a bus jumping off at a place called conclusions,

Until I read the sign which said you are in total confusion,

While I there made a friend who liked wearing cowboy boots

He cleared things right away and we headed back to in cahoots,

In tolerable wasn’t far away from cahoots where I was at now,

I’d have to go there alone as we were having the same old row,

But you said I was in flexible and you began to shout,

I think I’d be better off if I’d have stayed in doubt,

I reckon that in cognito is a place I’d like to be,

Or for the sake of peace and quiet maybe sent to Coventry,

But in all the places that you say I’ve been this day,

Just once I’d like to go some place where I could have a say.


Anyone notice?


Would anyone notice if I just wasn’t here,

Might they miss something that used to be near?

And having missed it would they really mind,

Or would it be like one thing you just cannot find,

Who would care if I just didn’t bother?

My name forgotten from one person to another,

Is it really worth the time to think,

That someone cares whether I swim or sink,

If I appeared to be missing would someone look?

Or am I a passing thought that time it took,

A fleeting image or a smiling face,

That used to be there but now an empty space,

A stool or chair just there on the floor,

Bereft of presence I would sit no more,

Will it please you to look at that seat?

Knowing once sat there a strong heart beat,

And thought on words and deeds to ponder,

But felt it best to sit on that seat no longer,

Could I be gone or lost in thought,

With worries from which all life is fraught,

Having taken time in which to slumber,

Would anyone call or have my number,

Recalled some years later inside your head,

An afterthought but long since dead,

How long before anyone would think it’s changed,

There’s something missing it seems to be strange,

While sat here thinking if I just wasn’t here,

I’d miss the things that I hold dear,

And in missing things so dear to me,

I’ll hold them close and set them free,

And should I behold that empty seat,

I’ll sit perhaps some friends to greet,

And offer them time a smile and a drink,

And float with them we’ll never sink,

Someone would notice and always take care,

In death as in life are memories held dear.

12 June 2012