I'm sitting on the platform called purgatory,
destination unknown.
Stripped of all earthly possessions,
in front of me, two phones.
One labelled heaven,
written by an angel's hand.
The other, with a label saying hell,
scrawled in blood, as the devil demands.
I sit here, silently, in the dark
I'm all alone
Waiting to see which one will ring
Will the angels or the demons collect me,
which direction will be my forever home?
Not sure where to put this. Usually I make light of everything but I wanted to say, Have a safe trip, get it done and get yourself right. Dont fret about the Villa there is enough of us on here to do that. With you all the way mate.
Not sure where to put this. Usually I make light of everything but I wanted to say, Have a safe trip, get it done and get yourself right. Dont fret about the Villa there is enough of us on here to do that. With you all the way mate.
It is what you have all been dreaming of, and now it is a reality!
170 original poems by moi....
Talk about a fantabulous stocking filler, still, enough about me, how about buying someone a copy of my new book!?
A Little Black Book
I’ve got a little black book
With my poems in
I know that line isn’t mine
I would have used more of the Pink Floyd song
But copyright infringement is a serious crime
However
I do have a little black book
And the poems inside
Are mine
All mine
Kick
Kick the bin
Kick the bucket
Kick whatever you want
Just say fuck it
Kick the mirror
Watch it shatter
Kick the wall
What does it matter
Just kick it
And while your at it
Kick the habit
Ten quid a packet
What a racket
Kick the car
For not stopping
Kick the driver
See him dropping
Kick the anger
And kick the blues
Kick the me
And kick the you’s
Kick out at life
But whatever you do
Don’t let it kick back
Don’t let life kick you