What is my purpose,
What is my dream,
Is life meant to hurt us,
Why is my life so mean.
Life is a test,
Life is a mission,
Life has no rest,
When you've lost your ambition.
Life is 10yrs in a HMP prison,
Life is to long when a loved one is missing,
Life can have hurt,
Life can be pain,
Life ain't a cert,
Life is to blame,
My life is on hold,
My life is on ice,
My life so I'm told,
Is a roll of a dice.
Life can be fixed,
Turn your fortunes around,
You've lost your true love,
Happy memories you've found.
Daquayvious Sorey
Incredible story!
He went for the Tigers
Instead of the Tide.
But what more amazing
Than the yards he’ll be blazing:
His birth cert had room
For his name to reside!
Criminals just do not get it,
When if they only opened their eyes even a little bit,
They would see a much better fit,
When the law gives more opportunities inside it,
Than outside it.
Don't they know information is the thing,
If they want to be a queen or a king.
It will open any door,
Let you make use of the poor,
Or the guy next door.
If you have a devious mind,
You can rob others blind,
Without getting in a bind.
The law allows you to drive your bulldozer through it,
With no jail time attached to it.
There will always be some expert
Prepared to blur the lines to fit,
What ever project you want to protect,
With words like minimal impact,
Or no reason to reject.
So, why do it,
When time in the sun is so short,
And avoiding court,
Can be a dead cert.
Many years ago in the mid-70s
music was my idol especially concerts
Glasgow's Apollo was my regular venue
loved night's there fabulous to be a cert
The Queen of Punk in these times
Siouxsie and the Banshees was a doll
so had to book when Siouxsie was due
really excited when gig was near my call
But on the day Siouxsie took a sore throat
so the concert canceled was a real blight
look to hear 'Happy House' being 'Spellbound'
'Hong Kong Garden' took me 'Into the Light'
On the night traveled up to be let down
the gig was off so drove back home
halfway home the car broke down
left alone in the wilds, need to phone
I saw a house way out on its own uphill
went and asked to phone my dad, please
so he came up the A77 but drove past me
stunned I was left to look up at the trees
Thankfully dad realized having missed me
turn around and found me waiting on roadside
so towed my dead car all the way home
that night in my thoughts did always abide
(This is a true tale when in my mid-20s when a canceled concert by my fav punk band 'Siouxsie and the Bashees' left me stranded in the wild country in the evening but rescue came to pick me up.)
There was no rancour in the brain, or canker,
no legions, in fact this brain could be re-used,
the heart had been torn apart but looked perfect,
what had caused this terrible damage - what do you expect?
Had it received a constant battering from others,
by having palpitations and too many lovers?
just a red pump indeed, without blood delivery
to the brain, none of the organs would survive.
He placed the heart to one side, the right -
it had spent it's life on the left, so bereft,
how could it be punctured with no mark,
and lived a life, a dead cert for being hurt.
Did you hear about the Greek necrophiliac?
George Fucacarcous, might have been infectious.
Well, what is a typical normal day?
firstly nothing is planned for sure
semi-planned maybe no cast-iron cert
so honestly, I like them always newer
8 am on the dot up wash dressed
start aright with God for daily prayer
Bible read then breakfast with a cup of tea
catch AP on PC check emails comb hair
Mid-morning go out for a Costa coffee
sometimes with Christine or on my own
then enjoy a walk in a country park
have lunch there at peace on my own
Such joys really make me smile
to be content find pleasure as I read
go home on the bus in the afternoon
read poems on AP such pleasure indeed
These days so good since I retired
such blessing to enjoy this I find
sometimes watch a DVD so to relax
or listen to music classical my kind
After meal Christine and I sit down
just enjoy each other in love to chat
then maybe write a poem when I muse
have supper before bed so that is that!
( I have written a poem that describes my typical day here in Scotland.)
Take a look inside,
Both dead and alive,
Simultaneously?
How can we measure it,
If something is living, yet finalised?
Propose a second proposal,
Preferably pick a second one,
Work, well that's force over distance,
Yet how can we measure success?
Power is work over time but
It can be just and injust
Who decides control, no not I
It must be him on the inside
Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..
Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,
Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox
Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk
I get it now, needing no quarrels
Acceptance.
It's the ways it's meant to be
If we find out truth we will pay schrodingers fury
Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.
Can I open, must I find out.
It will ruin me I'm told.
Accept the unacceptable
Heroes of the silver screen
Dancing amongst the bullets
Real life Dead cert.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
ERRATUM DOMINI
There must have been some terrible mistake!
A fault in records or in time continuum
Check my birth cert. for a counterfeit or fake!
They got wrong the name or date at very minimum
True I recall sleep in Morrison shelter for a duration
Ration books, powdered eggs and friend: ‘Al’ the young GI
But perhaps that was in a previous incarnation
To account for so much time passing by
Told my mental age and acts are immature
Though the body has moved on a way ahead
My taste in music ends round 1994
And I like retiring early to my bed
But I’ve so much still to learn and yet to do
I’m not ready to tell the grim reaper: “welcome here!”
So it must be a non-fatal misconstrue
That I’m rapidly approaching my umptieth year
Arsenal first Friday, always start well
New signings too, will give Leicester hell
Arsenal easy, next,
Liverpool in the early game, a win at a canter
Watford offer up more presents than Santa
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, next,
Chelsea at the Bridge a cert to crush Burnley
Untouchable last season, this is money for free
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, next,
Man City away win, there’s simply no reason
Why Brighton won’t be relegation fodder this season
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, next,
Spurs to cane Newcastle, big gap in class
Don’t think the magpies are gonna last
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, Spurs pure class, last,
Man United on fire, all glitz and glamour
Scoring for fun, gonna stuff the hammers
Arsenal easy, Liverpool canter, Chelsea a cert, Man City away, Spurs pure class, United on fire,
Fifty quid on a six-fold, what could possibly go wrong
.
.
Arsenal Nil Leicester 1
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.
Damn
The the clock strikes nine
And gone is the last sip of wine
To numb my sorrow of you leaving
God I wish it wasn’t so easy
Why is getting over it harder for me
Indoor universe
Where my hurt is in reverse
Used to share this shelter
Away from any kind of freezing weather
You used to touch
I used far too much
Now if your gone to release
The pressure we were under increase
Indoor universe
Where we go in reverse
Yes it’s my personal church
To pray for a another day to be with you
That’s not too much to ask …. Is it?
Indoor universe
Within my indoor universe
You know I’m not hurt
With you it’s a dead cert
That whenever we blend
Something good never ends
Indoor universe where nothings certain
The stars contained by the ceiling
Just like my heart slowly revealing
My never ending hunger for you
Indoor universe
Where my hurts in reverse
Come and place your hands
Over the cold in the place
Of the doubt that immerses
When your hearts so uncertain
But not even rain falls in the indoor universe
Each day as I awake to face another endless task,before I show my face outside the door I don the mask,
So no-one see's the real me,it's a front ['n' that's a cert],the mask it's my security prevents me getting hurt,
A wall that i can hide behind,a door that I can lock,if I let you glimpse the real me you'd be in for quite a shock,
See,I wouldn't last five minutes in this game and please believe,for the little girl lost inside of me's so vulnerable,naive,
see when the Crack life found me 'n' I got hooked on this bad stuff,I knew I'd never make the day l'est I became more tough,
So I worked on my performence and I played the leading role,and to be a smarter wiser,tougher girl it was my goal,
Well I learned my lines wiyth accuracy no-one taught me how,and I played the part 'til I became the person you see now,
But don't you get too close or I shall put you in your place,l'est you should try to look behind the mask that hides my face.
Each day as I awake to face another endless task,before I show my face outside the door I don the mask,
So no-one see's the real me,it's a front ['n' that's a cert],the mask it's my security prevents me getting hurt,
A wall that i can hide behind,a door that I can lock,if I let you glimpse the real me you'd be in for quite a shock,
See,I wouldn't last five minutes in this game and please believe,for the little girl lost inside of me's so vulnerable,naive,
see when the Crack life found me 'n' I got hooked on this bad stuff,I knew I'd never make the day l'est I became more tough,
So I worked on my performence and I played the leading role,and to be a smarter wiser,tougher girl it was my goal,
Well I learned my lines wiyth accuracy no-one taught me how,and I played the part 'til I became the person you see now,
But don't you get too close or I shall put you in your place,l'est you should try to look behind the mask that hides my face.
reared on six shooters
pretending dead act again...
real life a dead cert.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being
Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share
Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead cert
A shared smile devide across our space
Whilst all stands proud and pert
As
We make
Love
For all we are worth
Until our wall.... comes crashing down
So we may
Finally lay
Dishevelled within
Silk
Soft
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