"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s amazing
The people
You can meet
When you’re standing
Outside
On the street
They make you
Instantly
Lose control
As, with ease,
They stare
Into your soul
Cutting Through The Bullshit
I’m
not
really
crying
She
said
Honestly
things
are
fine
You
can’t
kid a
kidder
He
said
Now,
please,
come
back
to mine
(Originally Posted 20.02.2020)
It was the last round
Music, of course
When I’d already sunk a few
But it was my knowledge
Of old Liverpudlian Soul
That really pulled us through
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
(Originally Posted 20.09.2019)
I’ve written quite a few times
About the shit these tricksters say
But I cannot deny
Or explain why
She said what she did that day
The Psychic
She told me this would happen
When we met many moons ago
She knew you were in jeopardy
That you would reap what you sow
She sent an angel to watch over you
While I sat and took the piss
How I wish that I’d known then
It would all end like this
(Originally Posted 01.09.2019)
Yet another based in fact,
This one,
From a past life indescretion
Thank fuck I found,
In the end,
Less painful forms of expression
Conflicting Stories
I gave you everything I could
He said
Even if you don’t remember it
You gave me hell, heartbreak and hepatitis
She said
And your dope was shit
(Originally Posted 11.3.2021)
Patrick James ‘Judas’ Brady
Oh what can I say about you
One of the first boys I ever loved
That is most certainly true
We only had one night together
And you returned from whence you came
But after our briefest of interludes
I never saw cricket the same way again
Random #8
Sitting on a wall with Judas dressed in cricket whites
I guess we’ll never know
(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)
Just a month or so ago
Sitting here alone
I took a notion to Google
That place we once called home
And there in the depths of YouTube
I found a stylish video tour
Filmed by an estate agent, apparently
As part of their brochure
I sobbed as I watched the camera
Pan from room to room
All of those happy memories
Now bathed in brokenhearted gloom
And yet I am so thankful
That such a thing does exist
As a peice of our history digitised
Is such a wonderful gift
G42
Was it really
The best of times?
Or was it just
The worst?
I’ve got nae idea, pal
Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst
(Originally Posted 03.02.2020)
I’ll quite happily talk to you
She said
But let me make this clear
I’m not going to sleep with you
She said
I just quite fancy a beer
When he spoke
The congregation gasped
For what they heard
Could not be grasped
As the Saint he uttered
When the priest had asked
Was Judas
Then in the carnage, basked
I am
unsure
how it
happened
And I
certainly
don’t
know why
There’s
nothing left
for me to
do now
But
just sit
around
and cry
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 