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No Surrender

Ive danced with the devil a thousand times,
disowned my family and commited crimes,
lost relationships and lived on the street,
and still i would not accept defeat.

Ive created so many different personalitys,
adapted my life to so many reality's,
Ive fort,lied,stole and blagged,
picked butts off the floor when ive had no fags,
and still i would not accept defeat.

Ive trusted and lost,lost and trusted,
been in a house when its been busted,
begged money in the street from total strangers,
put myself in life into all sorts of dangers,
and still i would not accept defeat.

pretended to be someone im not,
taken drugs and lost the plot,
anything in life, just to fit in,
lived a life of every day sin,
and still i would not accept defeat.

ive pushed anyone who cared away,
women who loved me i would play,
selfish,malipuative,unpreadictable and devious,
self pitying,scared,depressed and mischevious,
and still i would not accept defeat.

A driven desire in search of happiness,
self sabotaged,lazy,scandalous, and shabbyness,
drank every drink there is to drink,
depths of despair i had to sink
and still i would not accept defeat.

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Dean Wood

dean wood,
 is no good,
chop him up,
for fire wood.




a rhyme my mum used to sing to me when i was a child?
go figuire.

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A Place Called the Bubble Gum Tree

have you been to the bubble gum tree<
a place thats full of mystery,
a place that you can let your thaughts go,
a place where u can go with the flow.

i went to christmas at the bubble gum tree,
a place where you, first met me,
hiding behind the sofa to see
if you would make me a cup of tea.

a magical place where anything goes,
youd be out of place if you had 17 toes,
but only certain people knows,
the magical world of the bubble gum tree

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Baby Shoes

im not writing a poem here im expressing the power of words.
there was once a compotition called short stories of 6 words or less.
the winning entry was:


"Baby shoes for sale,never worn."


thats the most powerfull 6 words i think that has ever effected me in the way 6 words ever have.
thanks for reading now analize those 6 words in your world and see how much they affect you x deano x

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Downward Spiral

depression reduces me down to my knees,
cant seem to see the woods for the trees.
Allways on edge with a sence of tension,
paranoid thaughts to vast to mention.

Inside my head my mind runs riot,
allthough i percive a charictor of quiet,
forever picking faults with ones self,
a deteriation of my mental health.

to punish myself i began to self harm,
rape my exsistance and cut my arm.
latching onto any act of kindness,
but vunverbility insuing blindness.

looking for love in all the wrong places,
hiding behind so many false faces.
a losing side of a game of chess,
more frustration as im trying my best.

looking at life as a glass half empty,
while reviwing others lfes resentfully.
Alienating myself from human traffic,
isolating for months its that dramatic.


Everdecresing downward slide,
but this is no funfair ride.

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Criminister


Im in prison for commiting a crime
taking things that were not mine,
i went out into the general public,
and stole things from a random subject.
I hold up my hands and take the blame,
my picture in paper to add to my shame.

I realise now i went about it all wrong,
ill explain it all within this song.

I should have worn a suit to work,
commited my crimes with a smirk.
For id have the right as a civil servent,
my squeaky clean image and smell of detergent.

Oh how id laugh at the publics expence,
the poor,the peasents,the holiday tents.
While back inside my gentlemens club,
caviar,chianti and tax payers grub.

Sit smoking cigars by an open fire,
swopping stories of our selfish desires.

"I gave five pounds to a charity today,
then claimed it back within my pay"
"I claimed straws for my childrens party,
then more money to dress them smartly"
"I claimed for a jag in case the other breaks down,
then for another to potter round town"
"Well when the wife fell down the stairs,
i claimed thousands just for the repairs!"
"I claimmed a thousand just for one shoe,
then another five thousand for a rent boy or two".

Raise the taxes! 
Theres not enough,
public funds to buy our stuff.
My ducks need a house,
a one that floats!
And i need money to dredge my moat!
I need a taxi to take me ten yards!
To see my neighbour and play charades
Then baffle the public with a few choice words
and change the subject,declare war on the kerds
But i wouldn't be breaking any rules,
these are important political tools.

So the motto of the story is i should have listined in school!
Instead im sat here on this prison stool.........

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Jigsaw

A thousand jigsaws is how id describe,
the many personalitys ive used to hide,
The one who's allways full of fear,
The one who's scared to shed a tear,
The one who will allways act real tough,
The one who's allways had enough,
The one who will run from responcability,
The one who will blame others negativity,
The one who's allways life and sole,
The one who's allways on the doal,
The one who drinks to block a feeling,
The one who's out wheeling and dealing,
The one who'll allways dramatise,
The one who'll allways appoligise,
The one who'll lie,rob and steal,
The one who'll give up his last meal,
The one who'll allways run away,
The one who'll allways fight and stay,
The one who'll be easily led,
The one who'll rather stay in bed,
The one who's allways fun and witty,
The one who's allways in doubt and self pity.

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Begining,Middle,End

Fun and laughter,feelings of a master,
smiling faces,going places
money to burn,things to learn,
lovely flat,lovely home,
safe inside a comfort zone.

Good clothes,good bones,good mobile phones,
feeling sweet ,life complete,
life getting faster, no thaughts of disaster,
a need to get higher,feeling on fire,
multi coloured lights,no signs of fights,
cannabis today,cocaine tommorow,
who knows after that which buzz will follow.

Introduction to new people,
life it seems it seems so simple,
working all week so my weekends are free,
concoction of drugs and a 48 hour party,
all drugs are on tick ill pay next week,
loving being on that ultimate peak.


Begin the chasing with frustration,
that ultimate high money can buy,
monday mornings allways daunting,
chewing the fat becoming slack,
struggle through with no point of view,
loss of my job i begin to screw,
now works missing my life starts slipping.


Jeckel and hyde,loss of pride,
hot and cold sweats,acumalating debts,
on a roll,spiral out of control,
all the things i never wanted to see,
leave behind my family,
blamed,ashamed,untamed,
unclean,unkept,unslept.

Start selling things like girlfriends rings,
never caring,never sharing,
waking up with beasts, girls with no teeth,
sweat pouring when i should be snoring,
on the street,blisters on feet,
all alone and insecure,
is this really what ive paid for?


Sleeping around on strangers floors,
glad just to be behind the safety of a door,
life damaged,life unmanaged,
yet still id use getting more confused,
damage done,no more fun,
a trail of destruction,allways ruckin.


Shadow running,paranoia bugging,
the need for highs,blinding my eyes,
scared and alone,sold mobile phone,
alcohol in bags,clothes in rags,
a life of crime now serving time,
hit rock bottom,no sign of stopping..........

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Strugaling

a time alone yet surrounded,
a mind that feels impounded,
so much on my mind without no time,
so i thought id express it in a rhyme.

i used to drink to forget,but never forgot to drink,
and lower and lower my morals would sink,
id forget the bills,rent and debts,
instead id adopt a case of torretts.

waking up drunk without a clue,
of no more knowing in life what to do,
returning to a place where i feel at ease,
the alcohol again becoming a disease.

dropping me once more down to my knees,
the voices again begin to tease,
help me lord for i cant go on,
with the alocholics ballard song.

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Alcohol

Alcohol has now become a disease,
crippling,dragging me down to my knees,
destroying everything whithin its wake,
living a lie of a manipulating fake,

My world of self pity,hatred and greed,
focused upon my personal need,
blaming the world for doing me wrong,
the alcoholics ballard became my song.

justifying my drink because i was young,
abandoned was my first born son,
deeper i sank to the depths of dispear,
broken relationships,beyond repair.

lost my integrity,
abanded a pregnancy.

lost my dreams and asperations,
swallowed, with the alcohol taken.

and still i would not admit defeat.



death to the bottle 2011