I Feel Better When

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I feel better when I tell jokes

I feel better when I turn up to either work or college

I feel better when I’m not broke

I feel better when I extremely give better knowledge

I feel better when I make friends

I feel better when I’m so full of luck

I feel better when nothing ends although (when it does) no one gives a (bleep)

I feel better when I participate

I feel better when I give communication

I feel better when I anticipate in everything for my situation

I feel better when I get rich

I feel better when I have a whole load of money But what’s worse is that life’s a (bleep) and (when I run out of cash) it’s so not funny

i feel better when

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I feel better when I am with my daughter and Fiancé Lewis and I feel much better when I not sad or upset

I feel happy when I see my puppy poppy and my dog Otis

I feel better when I am with my friends because we go out to town to go shopping

I feel better when me and my daughter do loads of puzzles at home and read her stories

i feel better when

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I feel better when I play my Playstation.

I feel better I’m watching a movie.

I feel better when I listen to music.

I feel better going to football.

At my place

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My place

Its a view that could swallow you, in a place where country fields are draped in patchwork squares.

Into a quilt of green and scorched brown earth.

Where the blue sky is flecked brown with starlings that dance in circles and shadows.

Where Cotton ball clouds lie fat and proud beneath me.

Where I can look down on a Lilliput town, smaller than it seemed before.

I can see the roads and fields I have walked across to finally stand tall again.

I am always alone here

Making daisy chains from buttercups. not a person can be found.

Not a car or a house

Or a light or trace

Of a sound

Could search me out.

Where the hill tops meet the sky and carry me high at my place.

I would not be without you

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You think of me when something’s good–

you phone to share delight

and you think me of when something’s hard

knowing that in the sharing you might

find you feel better.

 

I feel better when you’re near me.

I feel better when I know

that you are travelling towards me,

soon I’ll hear you say hello.

 

The hug that holds me close.

The touch of your cheek against mine.

The knowing that you know

all those little things about me

and still you think I’m fine.

 

The little things about you.

The smile that I return

not because I do not want it

but in giving I have learned

there is receiving.

 

I feel better when you’re near me.

I feel better when I know

that you are travelling towards me,

soon I’ll hear you say hello.

 

I value you my friend

through the good times and the hard.

You regale me with your knowledge

and your music and your laugh

and I would not be without you.

No, I would not be without you.

i feel better when

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I feel better when I’m eating any food.

I feel better when I’m playing my Xbox with my friends.

I feel better when I’m at my girlfriends.

I feel better when I’m drinking any alcohol.

I feel better when I’m jumping into rivers and lakes of high bridges.

I feel better when I’m exploring abandoned and derricked buildings.

l feel better when I’m out with my friends on my bike l feel better when I’m spending money on stuff I don’t need

l feel better when I’m fishing

The drive to talk

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She recognised the signs

Quiet, slight agitation

Wanting to be alone

She wanted me to open up

Her plan of action

Was to take me

For a drive

A drive away from home

A drive to destination unknown

A drive where she drove

A drive where I talked

She questioned, she quizzed

She clarified and probed

I provided the details

She poised over minor details

Until we both agreed a plan

She smiled

I half smiled

She made me open up

She made me speak up

She eased away my anxiety

Until the symptoms came around the next time

Everything has a purpose

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A lifetime’s clutter In a house

That he could barely move in

Represented who he is now

Everything has a purpose

Everything has a use

You never know when it may come in use

He would say

Until one day

Help came to clear it up

Removed his clutter

Into skips

To make it manageable

To make it a no fire risk

To make it like a home again

To make it safe

To enable him to walk safely without a fall

To enable him to take one item of everything rather than 3

To enable him to take control

To enable him make decisions in his best interests

To make him feel alive again

Drowning Man

As a drowning man grasping for light and air
You grapple with the inky blackness
Before bursting into the azure blue
Like a rocket rushing upwards
Then twirling gently down as a Catherine wheel
Until you reach your true level
As a bright flower
On the surface of the still green water

The Best Journey

The Best Journey

In the early hours of New Year’s day, rain drones
mood not much different from the yesterday’s gloam
until I think about journeys: a sense of welcome
in City Lights Bookstore, unexpected comfort in a hotel room,
a cafe playing “A Sunday Kind of Love”, where the gloom
lifts. Home to frost on the car jewelling in the sun, freedom
to travel and discover more places with welcome.
Even so, the best journey from anywhere is home.

Running

In these troubled times,
more often than not
I find
that I am happiest whilst running.

And it makes me feel a little sad,
because it’s a lonely thing to do.
But the grins at the dinner parties
and the mugs in the pubs
only make me nervous.
So I lace up my jogging shoes
and choose music on my faithful cheap, knackered and battered mp3.
And at the moment it’s the drinkers, the sluggers, the fighters,
who are singing to me.
Old poets who have been there
and then come back.
I seem to need to know their stories.
And as I bounce beside the river,
it’s like a score, a fantastic soundtrack,
as the music moves with my world.

A cracked voice falters,
Gently unfurls,
Sighs down the chords,
Two gulls dip to the water,
Then soar,
Away, away and high.
And it’s beautiful.
I wonder
Did God have music in mind
When he taught them
How to fly?

And other such thoughts as I pant heavily by
and stop and rewind
a verse that I love,
and listen again,
and watch the stillness of the heron,
the steel backed black moorhen.

And I’m happy.

I need this journey.
Especially the halfway point,
where,
heart pounding,
I stop,
bend,
breath,
slowly turn upon my tracks
and with legs aching, chest heaving,
I follow the flow of the river home,
and I know
that I have been there,
and that I can make it back.

Deep in thought

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As I stand here in awe at the beauty I see

I feel and listen to all that surrounds me

The rolling waves, the pull of the sea the wet sand in my toes fills me with glee

The distant clouds, the rocks far away the wind in my hair on a summers day

I stand here and wander deep in thought

I feel the happiness in my heart I want to run, kick and splash along with the waves that rollingly crash

The bubbles the white foam I race among the birds up above singing their song but I stand still deep in thought feeling the sun on my skin making me hot

I’m happy, I’m free to love all that I see for I am here, and here’s where I’m meant to be deep in thought in this moment of time grateful for the simple things, the hot sunshine, the wind in my hair, the vision I see Is nature’s untouched beauty

I look at the clouds fluffy and light

I curl up my toes in the sand real tight

The swishing and swirling in between my toes the salty spray goes up my nose I stand I wonder how many fish the birds have caught?

Pieces

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There are said to be 84,000 parts of the Buddha in the world.

But he is not in pieces.

I am filled with truth and lies, but I am not afraid of delusion.

I am not blind.

My mind awakens.

My atoms vibrate and break their bonds, but I am whole.

Like the Buddha I am Mindful of my senses.

They are a compass on which my ship sails.

My thoughts wander, but I feel better when I’m aware.

There are many forms to take, many hats to wear, many roads to travel.

But I am always me, I am not a fraud, I am forever here.

I look forward not backward.

I am filled with a sense of wellbeing.

I am human, imperfect, and Like the Buddha, I shall become a a piece of everything—the light.

To a world

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She invited me Inside her head

To a world she had created

To a world Where she was in control

To a world Where she was not a lost soul

To a world Where she was not an outcast

To a world Where she was not unloved

She gave me permission to explore

To touch, to feel, to smell

She protected herself Against rejection Against crushing disappointment

She stepped into her fear

She stepped into her discomfort

She painted it with colours of her choice

She brightened up her dull world.