William Sinclair Manson's poetry

He tried very hard to fit in but no one gave him a chance a new guy in a new hood a new life he hoped to enhance. Forgetting the bad times he had in that old horrific life  all he wanted was peace an end to the strife. Attending many schools they always got their way his life was made hell nearly every day. A fight that ended in death they called it self defence but no one would ever forget it never made any sense. Another kid pulled a knife he had no choice at all having to defended himself or he would probably fall. Reputation followed him no matter were he went always leading to challenges with no peaceful intent. Someone bigger and stronger wanted to take him on but always he would avoid them before the day had gone. Eventually he had to pull out be educated out of school despite his reputation he wasn't any fool. One mistake in your life follows you all your days no one ever forgives you no matter what anyone says.

Colourful  prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate allowing an aroma of cut grass. She never leaves her home imprisoned within four walls no one ever gets inside feeling bound by a chain and ball. A woman who once held respect heavily into charity by day a pillar of the community people listened to what she would say. Many years passed in her life tragedy struck many times family passed away, friends moved on her son sent down for crimes. Now her life was empty her interest declined by day nothing would get through to her at home she was forced to stay. Doctors tried in vain to get her to leave her house a frail, aged woman as quiet as a mouse. She felt she was misunderstood no one knew how she felt her illness killing her at speed of which she was unwillingly dealt. The fear to leave her house finally took its toll her heart gave up the battle the final drum roll.

  I cannot sleep wide awake let me go for goodness sake. I toss and turn like a restless dog the wheels have stopped with a broken cog. My mind so active it never stops like thieves and robbers being chased by cops! Try counting sheep got to the end this restless night I cannot defend. Go have a drink to settle your mind think of happy things try to be kind. Eventually you fall into a deep sound sleep but what time was it? you did not keep! Up in the morning still dead tired so to you my dear brain  you are FIRED.

There was a spider crawling on my floor couldn't catch the blighter to put out the door. Every day my eyes were peeled hoping it would show not on the walls, or in a corner were did it go? Open windows are needed on a hot summer night but creatures of the outside scamper for the light. Giant moths fly in tune dive-bombing by the second no care for anything in its path or a newspaper it never reckoned! Still the search is on for my spider house mate were the heck did it go? is it ready for its fate? Scanning the floor, and the walls still it does not appear the thought of it still in my  house is filling me with fear. Our eight legged furry friends have no idea how they panic a man in his middle years distraught and all too manic. Just when its out of your mind in the corner of your eye you see your friend running on the floor so cheeky and its free. Deciding on what action to take whether he will stand still or run will you do the humane thing? or shoot it with a ...

White flowers growing wild loving the weather especially mild. Mums with buggies in the park babies with bottles hitting the mark. Dogs of all sizes chasing a ball some are tiny others are tall. Green keeper busy doing his rounds fish ponds cloudy out of bounds. Blissful place park benches full a maintenance man using his tool. Picnics laid time to eat get some rest put up your feet. Its time to go the kids are sad toddlers sleepy carried by dad. A day in the park is what you need so visit one soon its priceless indeed.

I long for the time when the sun will shine when days are longer and the nights are fine To get rid of Winter and all it entails when you start to dream and nothing fails. The sun makes you smile your alive and awake fills you with energy gives you a break. The rays give you colour when your outdoors go for nice walks open the doors. The fresh smell of spring through an open window things come alive and everything's slow. As the long spell fades of cold and ice there's nothing more beautiful when the weather is nice. So lets look forward to the sun shine days when all is harmonious and the warmth stays.

These days we worry about whether we can eat or not bills are piling up high little money have we got. nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry even the mighty can sometimes fall. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich always get richer as bread lines are always made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries are very rare children do not understand why the table is bare. As the Years come and go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight it's a World for the young trend setter. Jobs are hard to come by benefits are into reform but it's always the working class who suffer by the norm. What is left for our Children? when little or no work is around even for the highly educated who Years go were sound. We have to live in hope be positive every day you get your say at voting time then the public get their way.

I look at your face pale and Gray you were alright before but not today? The sun didn't shine as it did before you were cold and dark walking out the door! We did not fight as I recall you slept in my arms you looked so small. You were quietly resigned walking hand in hand till we got to the house help me understand! What goes through your mind? when you stare into space at least let me in if this is the case Your eyes tell a story lost in your head fear is behind them when you come to bed! Whatever troubles you I need to know there's no time for guesswork or perhaps I will go. Is it because of the baby? don't you love our child? you used to be spontaneous romantically wild. But now you cry for ages and cannot cope by day I listen to the Mothers and all they have to say. It is normal to feel low after the trauma you have had giving birth to our son wasn't easy in fact it was sad. But that was seven months ago and still you freak out at him your pat...

I tried to be the best wife I could but it wasn't enough for you determined to anger me, make me sad so my love can never be true. Deliberately  you goaded me till I cried starting arguments to make me give in the mental torture cut deep inside gnawing at me from within. Thirty five years of marriage I gave you chucked away like a used handkerchief no counselling or help to decide our fate just YOU getting justice and relief. You traded me in for someone else never taking my feelings into account worked hard all our marriage for you and the kids no matter how hard or the amount. So go have your life, be with that girl leave me alone to survive don't worry about me be happy yourself I'll be fine on my own, Im alive! Struggling to live, scared on my own, rejection is hard to bare a man you loved for forty years has gone, life is not fair. Kids all gone, lives of their own I am left to dwindle away not going out, no friends to see living this life day by day. ...

wind me up like a toy be sure I will respond, treat me good or even bad But still I will abscond I will not listen to you anymore You have no more to say The brightness of sun,darkness of night will always find a way. Tragedies forgotten memories dulled Cant take away my pain, sunshine and flowers magnificent powers won't penetrate my brain. too late now scarred I am gone without remorse heartfelt wounds tormented soul evilness endorsed Save me gently hope is lost Dream of new beginnings fractured hearts poisoned life devoid of sensual sinning. Sleep at last time to rest reborn in sullen times Ending clear spirits gone a settlement of crimes.

You broke me when I was a little boy used me, abused me, like an old toy I looked into the air wondering why me no one would notice, no one could see. Going to school with blackened eyes always looking like I won second prize friends would look, no one wanted to know classed as a boys life, trying to grow. Deep inside my soul, crying for help cowering in fear, from the next skelp when things go wrong, punch my face make me see stars, travel to space. One day I hope death comes my way not from the pain, but from this day take me from here, end my torment heaven looks nice, but hell is bent. To all you children, deadly scared life of turmoil, warmth is spared look to an adult, get them to hear live your life happily, not in fear.

Night falls again, where do I sleep? Spaces are filling , places knee deep people lying , some as young as ten, They are here now, they were here then. Streetwise kids with blackened faces mixed up adults, of various races. lie in bundles, spewed in rows, covered in cardboard, except for their toes . hungry,poor clutching to bottles. cars flying past , full on their throttles. no one wants to know who they are , even though many die outside bars . taken by disease, starvation ,neglect. no one to talk to , no show of respect. the next time you pass a human on the street, say your hello's, don't talk with your feet . they are not monsters, they are down on their luck . underneath is a heart, through a body of muck.

It was a normal sunny day Carl got ready for school he was a happy go lucky lad and to his friends was cool. Always helping others a loved and cared for child no one he knew around him were off the track ,or wild. If you needed any chores done Carl was the boy you'd ask nothing was below him any job or task. He was awarded the nicest guy in town people flocked around to pay tribute pensioners kids and parents alike pleasantries they would distribute. Then one day he disappeared had gone without a trace his pictures were posted everywhere far flung they knew his face. His parents were distraught no one could believe he had gone tears filled the town in tidal waves everyone was forlorn. Ten years passed his picture still hung on trees, lampposts, and stores eventually the Police gave up and stopped knocking on the doors. What had happened to this lovely lad he wasn't involved in drugs nor did he have any vices they sai...

Voyage into madness explore your minds contempt seek out sole destroyers tarnished and hell bent. Wander out aimlessly dreaming in a state wishing all your life away and letting them create Multiplicity dimensions of varying degrees trying hard to see the sun through thickened deadly trees. Night fall coming slowly escaping from it all knowing pretty soon we will be damned or we will fall. Hovering above a deathlike state a torture we surmise hoping as we drift in time our spirits will surely rise. Reaching beyond infinity awake full of pretension Claiming a piece of bodily life our angle of chosen contention. Shelling the old life rebuilding the new wandering in solitude with a worldly review. Escapades of history battles and submission tuning in your mind to a brand new transmission. Dimensions all twisted alien to us all teaching how to determine what we inwardly install. Educating ignorance for patience we desire for spirits linger halfway betwixt ice and burnin...

Icy cold winds battering the sides the drone is trembling as the barge glides. Its our watery home we have known no other never settled on land never needed to bother. Living is simple making a bob or two gliding on canals with our son and you. Fuel increases but we sail away our home on the water better each day. Transporting goods from place to place tons of room loads of space. We wouldn't change this way of living free of stress and so much giving. The barge is our sanctuary may she live on when buildings and land have eventually gone.

For Amanda De La Haye This bottle I give is full of light, it will not scare you in the middle of the night. It will burn and glow to remember me when our love was complete and happy as can be. I am not there now to hold you close I am smiling down and happy I suppose. Our love will burn forever and a day to make you feel special in a beautiful way. I will adore you forever when you call I'm around look at the bottle its there I'll be found. So when your sad or feeling blue remember forever my love for you. xxxxx Gone but never forgotten..

Looking through "blinkered" eyes you don't see much around. nothing much satisfies you nothing new is found. All you see is blackness a vision ready made forced to see the ugly things never seems to fade. No one can set you free and wouldn't anyway. they are all too busy in their World selfishly having their way. like a nightmare never ending your a prisoner in your own demise never seeing daylight wishing to see blue skies. Your being held captive like a lock without a key your in a place you don't want to be knowing you can never be free. The only person that can free you is yourself if you have the will you must do it on your own the poison you must spill.

The wind whistles through the trees like an orchestra tuning instruments the sound gets louder by the minute almost to a deafening sound. Birds nests surviving the wind nestled tightly on branches the only protection being the parent for the vulnerable chicks. As the wind fades the sounds dull everything is at peace as dawn breaks The morning dew is welcomed by wakening wildlife. Rustles in the bushes foraging for food from an endless supply of vegetation so everything can survive in a World of dog eat dog.

It's light and small can save a life make cool sounds cause less strife. Go off anywhere give you a fright anytime of the day and even at night. Glow in the dark take some pics plug in your ear do fine tricks. Wake you up free your hands go on speaker listen to bands Keep you in touch set new trends shoot short videos send to friends. But the down side is on it you can't depend cos the battery dies more money you spend. Nothing you can do stranded without hope a useless tool you feel like a dope. Imagine being stranded without a way to call your nowhere near a garage or a shopping mall. you would have to walk for miles to the nearest pay phone imagine how you would feel you would grump and you would groan. What if it was night-time the air was damp and thin you only have a T shirt on passersby would grin. So friends listen here if you travel afar do yourself a favour fit a charger in your car.

As we try to progress through everyday life we sit back and think dissect with a knife. Will this day be cool will it be crap what are our chances building from scrap. Equally we hope that life will run smooth with all that's going on what can we prove? Take each day as it comes face it with a smile take on your adversaries make it worthwhile. When all is said and done you find you did your best conquer the unreasonable master the test. We are all born equal with nothing to spend bare and vulnerable on others depend. When we leave this Earth again we are bare whether life was fantastic or maybe unfair. Be happy with your lot or be defeated in life whats the use of misery trouble or strife?

Daffodils peaking from the hard frosted ground Growing in bunches millions around. The air is fresh while skies are clear temperatures rising warmth is near. Birds are tweeting scrounging for food Flying home sharply to feed their brood. Kids out playing the first sign of fun anoraks jilted awaiting the sun. More light nights the darkness has gone sun shines early at the crack of dawn.

The scene is set humanity dies screaming babies covered in flies. Treated like animals because of their race blackened bodies A human disgrace. Old and young huddled in groups soldiers yelling passing the soups. Some are shot their pain at an end Fatherless children unable to fend. lead to rooms made out of wood the rich, the poor the bad the good. No one cares if they live or die fear ridden faces reach for the sky. Black smoke rises from human remains hundreds of people taking the reigns. Orders are clear no one must survive every Father and son cannot be alive. After the Holocaust no one to reflect just smoke from a fire no one to detect. Millions of people lined up outside they know they're fate nowhere to hide. We must never forget this horror from the past this was no movie with thousands of a cast.

He met her on the corner in a street by his Town a girl of no substance a face with a frown. He tried to get her attention she ignored his every word he didn't want to give up looking feeble and absurd. Day by day he stopped sometimes for a glance going out of his way at times hoping to meet per chance. Her very being enthralled him never wanting anything more determined to never give up to even up the score. But still she always denied him she wanted to be left in peace the mystery around her deepend a jigsaw with a remaining piece. One day he walked right by her tried staring into space her eyes were like caverns deep black with no disgrace The day had finally arrived she vanished without a trace was she in his imagination? this girl without a face.

We go through life day by day hoping it gets better along the way. meet new friends who say hello making the World turn in its ebbs and flow. But some are cruel poisoned by hate making life hell they self create. They can bring you down be negative, create hate Make your life miserable drive you irate. For those we must lose go our own way think for yourself have your own say. Better to be alone get on with life grow day by day than die by the knife. Jealousy lives in this uncertain age its human nature governed by rage. From when time began hate was born human nature shattered ripped and torn. Be who you are don't copy the sad its better to be nice than to live like the bad.

I cant go anywhere without you your substantial in my life feel naked when your not around me your as close as my dear wife. I fill you with lots of goodies trapped in darkness for hours you keep my bananas tip top and protect my lunch from showers. My man bag is such a treasure I take good care of it careful what I put inside you and not fill you with s"£$t. As the deodorant rattles with pleasure the pens all jump for joy you can only go with a man to work not a girl or a little boy. I hope you last forever into my golden age and if anyone decides to steal you I will blow up in a rage.

Silence in the room is what you require your head is spinning you start to perspire. Alone in the dark the pain is immense nothing is helping to hell with expense. Feeling sick you cannot relax round and round in circles migraine at its max. Certain foods you eat can make it worse this horror in your body a satanic curse. You cannot see anyone you need to be secluded the slightest noise terrifies the alluded. Eventually the pain starts to depreciate you can face the light from the window grate. You can cope with pain but migraines bring you down you cannot do anything expecting to drown.

How did this beautiful flower grow? among-st  the bracken and thickened snow pert and proud in barren land amazed how such a miracle stands. All alone a singular treat void of emotion, treacherous feet carried by songbirds from a warmer clime ignorant of wastage and sealed by its prime. Glowing so colourful sweet smell of perfume avoiding the vases of humanities front room grow old my flower be erect and assured Carry the torch of environments cured. Warm up my life and make me alive bloom for eternity, germinate, survive seed for the pleasure and love that you give grow for the goodness and promise me “live”. It goes to show you do not have to have Superpowers to survive!!

wind me up like a toy be sure I will respond, treat me good or even bad But still I will abscond I will not listen to you anymore You have no more to say The brightness of sun,darkness of night will always find a way. Tragedies forgotten memories dulled Cant take away my pain, sunshine and flowers magnificent powers won't penetrate my brain. too late now scarred I am gone without remorse heartfelt wounds tormented soul evilness endorsed Save me gently hope is lost Dream of new beginnings fractured hearts poisoned life devoid of sensual sinning. Sleep at last time to rest reborn in sullen times Ending clear spirits gone a settlement of crimes.

Ever wondered what it's like trying to SURVIVE animals have that right so lets keep them ALIVE let them escape people who hunt for fun never really knowing when and if they shoot the gun. Asking to be spared without having a voice pleading with intelligence who really have a choice wishing to be spared to roam and freely live but the question on my lips is, DO ANIMALS FORGIVE? We kill them for their meat needing to survive how dare we think animals have a right to be alive! I wonder if they think out loud "we do not hunt for man" but maybe in the future that might be their  plan. They hunt amongst themselves they have to kill to eat only cos they have to not because of a treat getting pleasure killing animals is pitiful, and sad we teach our children daily that animals ain't bad. God made this earth for all life to live hand in hand I don't think he realised what man had secretly planned! we need to live aside the animals we love from elephants to tigers and flyi...

Home from work, the kettle on It's time to relax and frown upon the square of light a means of escape to see a man fly, with a funny red cape. He saves the world, chases the bad is it her brother?no it's her dad! laughter, tears, fictional emotion escaping reality in a whimsical notion. Soaps, drama's, movies too glued to the box no time for the Loo will he live?does she die! is it a human?no it's a fly! kidnapped by aliens, fighting a war what is the purpose, who is it for? stuck in a world of frantic array actors and cartoons, models in clay. Your own little world, no one dare enter the sofa, this room, is your worldly centre no means to an end it goes on and on from the start of the evening, till the dot has gone.

Whilst walking along the street one night I came across a wondrous sight A lady aglow in an aura of light. She looked so very real to me I walked towards her shaking her charm was mesmerizing could my eyes be faking? Her dress was of a distant past hair was long and dark the street was lit from her glow whilst heading for the park. She walked along a darkened path apparel trailing on the ground smiling beautifully as she walked did she want to be found?. I walked close behind her the moonlight shone the way I tried to stop and talk to her still shocked with nothing to say. Her bodice was coloured blood red barely clad but felt no cold wondering how she managed to walk how will this mystery unfold. Stunned by her beauty I followed her for hours glancing around every now and then she engulfed me with her powers. Eventually she would stop and stare at a decrepit abandoned shack still floating as if magical she did not leave a track. Eyes fixed on the shack tears ran ...

Up at 6 another day comes time to get the kids up for school breakfast is always a chaotic time all for one,sometimes the rule. Toast for Johnny, cereal for Sue while dad shouts "were's my phone"? Tammy the cat mewing at my feet the kids all grump and groan?. ; Sue shouts aloud, cereal has spilled the dog licks his lips in delight Johnny complains, no lunch prepared Johnny Kicks Sue with spite. Get the kids dressed, iron a shirt turn the dishwasher on hubby groaning in the background at it from dusk till dawn. ; Breakfast is over, time to go dad drops the kids at school little Joan sits with her empty bowl at least one of them is full. Joan at nursery time for my chores the vacuum is ready to go dusting around the numerous bits and bobs forgot to wash the baby grow. ; Shopping to do, clothes to prepare the maintenance man is due sitting at home. freezing to death its a wonder I don't have the flu. ; The boiler packed in, no heat or water The usual drama of the...

Colourful  prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate the scent of cut grass. She never leaves her home imprisoned by the walls no one ever sees her people rarely calls. A woman who once held respect worked in charity everyday a pillar of the community well respected and had much to say. Many years passed in her life tragedy struck many times family passed away, friends moved on her son sent down for crimes. Now her life was empty her interest declined by day nothing ever changed for her she was set in her own little way. Doctors tried in vain to get her to leave her house a frail, aged woman as quiet as a mouse. She felt she was misunderstood no one knew how she felt her illness killing her slowly of which she was unwillingly dealt. The fear to leave her house finally took its toll her heart gave up the battle the final drum roll. There were no crowds present just her son with a teary eye this woman who had suffered could finally say...

We are used to seeing you day by day the sound of your voice and what you say. We sensed things were different lately there's no smile your words full of poison nasty and vile. Still you stay while living apart anger in your sleep fast beating heart. Despite this we love you the best dad around your life complicated unbalanced unsound. We sit at the table not a sound can be heard we look at the walls feeling absurd. Why do you both live in pain and strife? once a happy couple Husband and Wife. Our school life suffers too tired to study drained, uninterested dirty and muddy. Now when we wake you are not here The house is silent frighteningly clear. No calls or letters? to make our day why blame us? is what we say. Are you happy Dad? we need you to call we want to see you desperately is all. Now you are called our weekend Dad life is unfair mum has a new lad! We go to the movies play games in ...

Swimming in a sea of despair darkness all around tempted again by the "other side" the voices bear the sound. One battle, too many wars showing all the scars endless music in ghostly symphonies egotistically marred. walking along a darkened tunnel not even a "crack of light" walls so cold with dampness rife I will not face the fight.. Charred ruins of "come what may" echo near your face touching, prodding ,beckoning you in your own dark space. Escape this torture, give in to me the light you may never find just as you exist and face the music I know your in my mind. Darkness falls the light is near I can feel the warmth on my hand let me walk inside your heaven I am now outside the land. I waited till you came for me happiness fills the air reaching, beckoning, supporting, relieved from this nightmare.

The door was never opened slammed shut in every place he wanted to work badly to spare him from disgrace. All his friends were working but still couldn't find a job  OK, they had qualifications he was taunted and called a slob. incapable of learning at school no diagnosis could be found back then it was never recognised the difficulties would astound. Poor teaching and ignorance was to blame for all his plight people were unknowing and ignorant it wouldn't happen overnight. No one knew Dyslexia he didn't even understand it himself chastised by his parents scared to be left on the shelf. Suffering through ignorance his life would be wasted away no one understood this boy or what he had to say. In this age of recognition kids can get help at the start so do not suffer in silence or think you are torn apart. Employers need to be understanding some people learn at a slow pace with training and support they will welcome and embrace. Discrimination is against the La...

When the weather is crap you have a good moan you feel all you do is grump and groan. When you awake your not quite yourself had a bad night impeding your health. As the day goes on you hope you will find you will become cheery its all in the mind. But right at the moment your worse for the wear lookout everyone bother me if you dare. Things get your goat all through the day nothing motivates you keep out of the way. later on you see some light your passive and relaxed don't want to fight. Its called Human emotion sometimes you smile when you think back earlier when your mood was vile. Back to being motivated at last I have changed back to the sunshine no more enraged. So when your down count to ten keep your cool unlike back then Ending the day in a positive mood fight the blues try to be good. Smile and grit your teeth and grin have a good moan take it on the chin.

  What did we do before technology? things were simple yesterday children played outside and had fun in their own way. Adults would communicate at the dinner table every night televisions a pipe dream kids would play fight. People would play cards smoke filled the air no sight of a PC corners looking bare. The days of writing letters has vanished without a trace people were very creative and spoke face to face. Now we have email or sending someone a text no more writing paper old fashioned in context. Kids glued to game stations no creativity in this age brains fried , becoming a recluse Constantly in a rage. Knee bearing laptops nothing else exists imprisoned by technology typing with clenched fists. No conversation no"how as your day" all caught in an unreal dimension electricity meters running at pace beyond anyone's apprehension. What happened to the days when Families played board games or got some fresh air? fast foods and the internet caused this fashionable ni...

Growing old can take its toll your body slows right down you can't do things you used to do frustrated, you just frown. You remember when you were a lad things you did were brave swinging from the highest tree six inches from your grave. Back then you could run, fast play ball forever and a day sleep would come when it had to your hair was natural,  not Gray. They say the new fifty is forty in this new millennium but sometimes it doesn't work that way your not at your premium. Your bones creak, your neck gets sore bending down is sometimes a task you try your best to live younger while reaching for your mask! To be healthy you need to be careful you may deal yourself a blow like cutting the old nails on your unreachable big toe. When you shower and glance at your figure its not as it used to be the muscles are getting flimsy and you struggle to properly see. Some people grow old gracefully just accept it as it comes growing old isn't necessarily a draw back or receding...

Viewing the World through a microscope at times you don't like what you see unbalanced, unfair, shameful determines how it must be. It depends were you came from to determine life's fate being born into hardship is not to self create. Some are born into grandeur poverty they will never know wealth through the blood lots of dough. Happiness doesn't mean riches if your satisfied with your lot just think of the homeless in case you forgot. Money doesn't buy health or can make you live forever we will all die one day whether, rich,poor,or clever. Just be who you are live your life in peace don't worry about tomorrow or when life will cease. We are all governed by time and one day it will run out there are no pockets in a shroud or a voice, to scream or shout.

He hides behind the bushes spying on his latest prey who knows why he does it no one will say. A mind so torn with infatuation scared he will be caught remaining in his camouflage choking on his snot. For weeks he has been watching? his stalking out of control insecurities blind him dodging a Police patrol Innocent distractions fixated by his actions will he ever let her know? he fears for her reaction. Eventually she notices him glancing from the trees who is he why is he here? she starts to feel the sleaze. In the morning she opens the window blinds to face a brand new day when she closes them again at night he will not go away. In his mind this is innocent as he confronts her wanting to speak I wonder if she will think bad of me will she think I'm a freak! But alas the fear grows fiercer he cannot find a way instead he looms in the shadows at night and continues in the day. The stalking over takes him he cannot live his life he wants this girl so badly Will she be my wife? His ...

A mum to three young kids no support, working alone there wasn't enough days and hours no time for a good old moan. A young girl herself when she had her first child a shy quiet girl not known for being wild. Innocence lost at thirteen not contented with just a kiss passion overtook her responsibility took a miss. She was lucky having her mum either in person or on the phone inexperienced she would call her but the seeds were already sewn. Deserted by the Father as soon as he found out he disappeared out of sight she had to go "without" Jessica loved her kids and tried her level best a single mum on benefits every turn a means test. No partner in her life she struggled every day but that was her life from now on and it was here to stay. She reflected on her life dreaming of what could have been but she wouldn't change her lifestyle or the fathers the kids never seen. She looked at her kids in pride as they grew up happy and content It was hard hard wor...

After a long cold winter its nice to see the sun in its glory it makes you feel free. The heat is better shrubbery starts to grow we all go crazy to the garden centre we go. The barbies are fizzling the aroma is cool moistened mouths  makes you drool. t shirts and shorts with the odd Jesus sandals wearing your socks facing the scandals. Semi clad folks burning under the sun screaming and shouting all having fun. Tots with sun hats protected from the rays splashing in pools by the heat of the days. Dogs puffing and panting the heat is their pest jumping in lakes trying their best. Three days of sunshine not a cloud in sight a wonderful summer glorious and bright. Who needs abroad when we have weather like this save all your money the travel you wont miss. The question on our lips is will it last? it makes people happy we all have a blast.

His jingles could be heard from afar as he drove into our street a magical vehicle on four wheels beckoning to give us a treat.. Ice cream so delicious and change to buy a sweet those days were so spectacular spectacular and neat. Shouting up to mum to get a couple of pence the din was overpowering while shaking the garden fence. The World was your oyster as you chose your fav ice cream this little van with wonders was a child's paradise dream. Sometimes we would have enough to buy a sweet or two content with your lot those days and your mates were happy too. He came around our street twenty times a day but your parents were very dubious to give their money away. Money was more tight then but the luxuries were sometimes had it stretched a little further even got money from your dad! The jingle could be heard for miles as you ran to greet the man with treasures over spilling from the little musical van.

The road was long and boring nothing but fields to view on a monotonous dreary road have an energy drink, maybe a few. Driving in a concentrated state your mind is always alert things can happen suddenly you have to be an expert. Animals or kids can pop out from anywhere no matter how fast your going always take care. Still the road is mundane wary to change your disc another driver putting on makeup this ads to the risk. Watch carefully in your mirror be patient with other cruisers people who have road rage are mostly all losers. Dangerous driving can kill because you don't concentrate! better being safe than sorry before it is too late. Keep your speed to a minimum when nearing any schools children come out excited they don't care about the rules. For some driving is a living but for many its a to b stick to the highway code its there for all to see. At the end of the day your in a "killing" machine but with careful, safe driving you will always be...

Bric a brac shoes and clothes dishes ornaments or mags things you have you do not want even old used rags. Charities put bags through your door and you fill them every week but still the bags lie for ages grow mouldy and they reek. We do not take this item sorry we don,t want those I am sure the needy everywhere their life they had not chose. I want to make money but do not want certain things like that old standard lamp or the ornament of the lady who sings. So what is the point of me? am I here to help the needy I will pick and choose what I want because I am so greedy. So take your well used items and throw them in the dump now I am wondering why this country is facing a financial slump.