It's a funny thing

When you wake in the morning

Unsure of the day you're in

And everything falls on top of you

You don't know where to begin

Can't find your feet

Or get up and go

Just treading water

Time moves so slow

When you wake in the morning

And can't find any zing

Everything feels disconnected

It's a funny thing

When realty comes calling

With a massive bang and bump

Delivered in a tiny phrase

Including the word 'lump'

Can hardly breathe

Throat is dry

Whisper the words 

'Why? Why?'

When reality comes calling 

And in it's tail's a sting

Puts everything in to perspective

It's a funny thing 

Rock and Roll

The roar of the crowd

As you stand in a blaze of lights

Raised up on a pedestal

Gazing down from dizzy heights

Go through the routine

Now you've achieved your goal

Rocking their world

Without selling your soul

Hit the highs, audience cajole

Living the dream, it's rock and roll

The shouts from the stands

As the wind and rain pour down

You know they expect

As you concentrate and frown

Go through the routine

As you confidently slot the goal

The game's in your grasp

Time to, finally, take control

Hit the highs, with confidence you stroll

Working the dream, it's rock and roll

Hit stop on the treadmill

To be flung on to the hamster wheel

No time to take breath

No right to high court appeal

Go through the routine

What was your goal?

Can't recall it now

Must have forgotten your soul

Defeated by drab, deafened by droll

It's not a dream, it's rock and roll

Easy like......

Pitter patter rain drops

Pad of tiny paws

Walking through the sodden wood

With just an occasional pause

Make delivery on schedule

Then a change of plan

Make a break from the usual routine

Ignoring the timespan

Stop for a quiet coffee

A most civilised affair

Drop in to my own little world

Without a single care

Stop to catch a slice of life

Of the people in my phone

Something I've been remiss of late

Nice not to feel alone

And as my cup is empty

Time to make some tracks

But at least there was time to halt

To breathe, muse, relax

Easy like Sunday morning

The song plays in my head

And it makes a pleasant change

To live the words instead

New boots

Coffee sipped patiently

No opportunity here to rush

Relying on someone else's hands

So I'll just enjoy the hush

Traffic zips by outside

But I'm cushioned from the noise

Air guns whizz and whizz again

Toys for big big boys

Nervous man sits near me

New customer strolls inside

Takes his place beside me

While they tinker with his pride

And before you raise an eyebrow

I'm talking about his car

Exhaust clamps and tracking check

For his German three-pointed star 

And why am I here myself?

New boots for VRS

Tread and grip have run so low

A matter to address

So both me and my vehicle

Are parked up for time out

Coffee for me, tyres for the car

To give us both some clout

But now the work is over

Time for it all to fall down flat

I'm presented with the massive bill

I can only respond 'funk that!'

Doghouse

Bark and here's where you'll go
I don't want the noise
Throws my train of thought completely
I lose all my poise

Be naughty and head for here
Punishment's a must
Don't you know I've just got to hoover
Tidy, clean and dust

It's like you're a distraction
A child in canine form
Needy, needing attention
From dawn till dusk till dawn
And if you transgress too often
There's penalties to pay
Don't give me those puppy eyes
Won't make a difference anyway

Upset me, and here's where you'll go
My pride is slightly bent
Throws my nicely planned weekend
And spoils every event

Change the plan without consent
Punishment's a must
Thought we had an agreement
Did it suddenly turn to rust?

It's like you're a distraction
A child in adult form
Needy, needing attention
From dawn till dusk till dawn
And if I transgress too often
There's penalties to pay
Won't give you those puppy eyes
Won't make a difference anyway

Anything & Everything

Feet and radiators
Don't readily mix
Waiting for an assessment
To see what needs a fix

We're not the only ones
Queuing up today
All manner of ails and injuries
Loosely on display

Customers looking bored
How long is the wait
Is written on every single face
On that there's no debate
Minutes pass like hours
Phone battery races down
T talks seemingly non-stop
I show a deeper frown

The joys of visiting A&E
Like hell, here for eternity

Expectation builds
When the nurse calls out a name
Till you realise it's not yours
You're not even in the frame

Feet and radiators
Should be banned for ever more
I'd rather be performing
The world's most horrible chore

Customers getting restless
I'm included too
Want to get up and pace about
But that would never do
Stiff upper British
Is what's required now
But I don't see my self restraint
Managing somehow

The joys of visiting A&E
In hell, for all eternity

In silence, in darkness

I can hear the silence
It's bloody deafening me
An empty sound, all around
At four and twenty three

I can feel the darkness
It's cloak enveloping me tight
No comfort or cheer to be found here
In this never-ending plight

Bus or plane
Car or train
I'm waiting for your roar
Break the chains
Of night's remains
My sanity please restore

Still silence, and still darkness
I'm captive in their keep
As I wait for light skies, I'll close my eyes
And hope that there is sleep