Dr Geebers Poetry Rhymes

This blog has been set up to show Dr Geebers poetry rhymes. I am a man who was homeless and set out to change my life around creating poetry rhymes and creating Loose pebble sculptures on U.K. pebble beaches. I did the most unbelieveable journey ever and thats walk 6800 miles, created loose pebble sculptures and mosiacs on 40+ beaches, moving around 2000 tonnes of pebbles/stones to write a book about my journey. With the proceeds going to combat homelessness.

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Wednesday, 15 May 2013

R.I.P. Lea Williams

What goes round

Always comes round

In a way

Of leaps and bounds

Even outside upon the ground

Only ten fold

It shall be found

As you get attacked

So what the heck

In a life

That's a simply wreak

Which is true make no mistake

Only ten fold

Then comes the wake

For your dead

Totally brown bread

It's not good

Through the life you've lead

Which is true so it's said

Only ten fold

And now your dead

Unless you survive

And stay alive

In a world

Where you strive

To be the best with pure drive

Only ten fold

To really thrive

Yet you know

The ultimate blow

Is when your mistaken

So here we go

As people try to stab you so

Only ten fold

In your sleeping bag though

Or simply punch

With a crunch

And kicking you

While being staunch

Even though they've had their lunch

Only ten fold

Through some hunch

That you are them

So they do it again

And if your zipped up

No good my friend

Because you've no way to defend

Only ten fold

To the bitter end

Or your shot at

Oh what a rat

Even though

You did what

Killing you or maybe not

Only ten fold

In the life you got

So it is true

What would you do

Per tact yourself

Now wouldn't you

Because that's what you got to do

Only ten fold

On the street it is true

Yet my friend

It is the end

Never to see you

Ever again

Yet these words I write and send

Only ten fold

Will remember you my friend

R.I.P Lea Williams

This man was a homeless person I knew and was a wonderfully generous person who was trying to sort his life out.

The the most horrendous thing happened which would scare any person homeless or not and happens to many homeless everyday.

Love you man

To read some of the news reports please click on the links below.

News report 1 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 2 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 3 Lea Williams MURDER

News report 4 Lea Williams MURDER

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Getting Pissed Of For Creating Art

Getting pissed of for creating art

Out on the beach oh what a start

On Brighton seafront to make my mark

To show the world the ultimate spark

With nowhere to live except the beach

Creating art no one can teach

And trying not to be a leech

In a world of darkness I simply screech

So I put up a tent to keep myself clean

That someone has gave me and everyone's seen

Along with duvets because I'm keen

To show the world what I mean

After walking the coast in due respect

To write a book oh what a mistake

To help homeless charities for the crack

After a newspaper told lies which is fact

Which pissed me of more which is true

And I didn't have to do what I did do

Because I didn't care about life too

And all I wanted was to be like you

To have a place and a simple job

So I didn't have to go out and rob

To make ends meet to get a few bob

But this is life for the down and out snob

Thinking that homeless charities would like my cause

And help me out without no claws

To give them something along with applause

As I went out and broke many laws

Just to create art no other would dare

In a world of chaos that is never fair

Yet I was right they don't care

Because I'm no artist this I swear

I'm just a bum out on the road

Who simply lives life no fixed abode

Doing what I do before I explode

Hoping one day my body will corrode

Going through all weathers and becoming ill

This was real stupid and probably is still

Yet like I say its one heck of a thrill

That even newspapers can simply kill

And so do these charities that I want to help

Because I have been there and know what I felt

But they don't care I simply yelp

So no much wonder the homeless hate the life their dealt

As they keep fighting each day and night

To conquer the demons that's never right

After being pissed on from a great height

Then set on fire burning bright

Which I know is simply true

Because it happened to me too

With patronizing interviews oh what's new

I am no one so how do you do

With many a newspaper sharing my story

Of walking the coast oh don't bore me

Which was nice to get the glory

Yet its still not a good enough story

And I am no voice for no homeless person

But as I write this i'm simply cursing

Well out loud with no diversion

With a sore head I am simply nursing

For I'm now messed up in the head

And realizing it I am brown bread

As addiction still boils really instead

Now simply hoping I'll end up dead

Monday, 13 May 2013

Dam Brighton Council

Dam dam dam

Is what I can say

To Brighton council

At the end of the day

For being so pathetic

Towards a down and out

Who's really an artist

Most people simply shout

Yet no matter how I try

To better myself now

I end up in the papers

For messing up somehow

Yet if you have no home

Then what you gonna do

Your gonna rob and steal

Or beg on the streets too

Yet I create art

And busk with it yes

So I can live life

On peanuts I guess

Yet the bigger I go

And try to help others too

By giving them a chance

Of something real new

The council don't like me

For putting up a tent

So we could have a little luxury

That's money well spent

Then others buy you duvets

That change your life around

From sleeping in a doorway

On a really cold ground

Then you get a camping stove

Eatting three meals a day

Wow how your life has changed

In a really simple way

Then you get an eviction notice

For having up a tent

That's simply keeping you dry

On this magical stint

While taken on another person

Who is homeless too

Who's an alcoholic

That everyone hates true

For their normally shoutting abuse

While shoplifting as well

Now their picking up stones

With a better story to tell

Becoming sober

And talking to people alright

Having clean clothes

The futures looking bright

Yet the eviction notice hovers

Twisting our simple minds

Blowing up or dreams

Of having better times

So back to the doorway

We simply go

Back to drinking heavily

And smoking loads of blow

Well this is what has happened

After one hell of a life

As I the crazy artist

Who made a sacrifice

To show how hard it is

To change your life around

From being a homeless person

Who sleeps on the ground

To becoming a pebble artist

Who sculptures for free

Loose pebbles on a beach

Simply by the sea

Which takes many days

And looks awesome upon the shore

Just a pity Brighton council

Don't help me a bit more

Or their homeless charities

That help give us all support

Even though they don't really care

About one homeless mans report

So no much wonder many artists

Simply sleep outside

Because they love live art

That comes from their pride

So if you are an artist

And you come up with something new

Then keep breaking all the rules

Because that's what you have to do

For you are no one special

If you have no money or are clean

So go break all the rules

And live the flipping dream

And tell all flipping councils

You don't care no more

For Brighton was my arts birthplace

Upon the UK shore

And I'm the only one

Who creates big sculptures for free

That's why artists from the UK

Don't get help you see

Yet one day I will make it

In my own simple way

And I will always be helping others

Who live day by day

For they need my help

More than the charities do

Because life is not easy

And the homeless know it too

Never judge a book by its cover

Is what you all say

Well never judge someones name

Or how they look on that day

For many homeless I know

Don't want to be seen this way

And would love my help

So they can live day by day

So they can get a flat

Before it's far to late

And their the next to die

Just like my best mate

Oh well that is life

For many a down and out

But if you don't give them a chance

Then they'll never feel what real life's all about

And that's helping others

While enjoying life too

To rise among the toughest

To show what they can do

To put smiles on many faces

Even though they're in a state

But this is real life

Which is tempting fate

I am an artist who lives on the streets of the UK. I have tried to better myself through art and now really know how hard it is to change your life around from being homeless.

Click on the link above to see what I really do and how hard it has been for someone like myself to be the person I am.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

HOMELESSNESS

Homeless people, black or white,

Over the world, day and night.

Move around, from town to town,

Eventually settling, themselves down.

Leaving behind, the street life past,

Ending their misery, oh what a task.

Securing a future, for the best,

So they can better, themselves yes.

Never ever, looking back,

Encouraged by others, for a fact

So they can achieve, something new,

So please help them, please will you.

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Looking at the beautiful women

Walking past my bed at night

I think to myself i'm so lucky

To see such a beautiful sight

Even though I am homeless

And living out on the street

In my sleeping bag oh oh yeah

Meeting everyone I simply meet

Even though everyone keeps staring

As I do what i simply do

And I hear a lot of them saying

He's not homeless too

Is it because I sit and write

To hopefully improve my life

Yet money isn't everything

Now that's real sacrifice

With many a laughing stranger

Going out to enjoy their night

No much wonder I simply drink

And love the words I write

For everyone to simply see

And read on this blog too

Yet I don't get paid for doing this

But then again would you

with inspiration running freely

As the cold air gives its bite

In Brighton at Christmas time

That's what makes poets stand and fight

Even though we have our troubles

And our words come in perfect flow

We have to stand up for ourselves

If trouble comes you know

Which could take us back to prison,

As we defend our health,

Even though we have no money

Or should i say no wealth

As you walk by

Looking at the sky

Remember me

And ask yourself why

As I smoke my fag

In my sleeping bag

Remember me

As I take a drag

As I sleep on the street

Writing words unique

Remember me

I must repeat

As I drink my beer

To improve my career

Remember me

Do you hear

As I ask for money

Oh yes honey

Remember me

Isn't it funny

With no I.D.

Or benefits you see

Remember me

And my words for free

As I do what I do

Like a busker too

Remember me

And I'll remember you

As I hear what you say

In a sad way

Remember me

I'll be famous one day

As I won't quit

No not a bit

So remember me

Where I sit

In a doorway

In Brighton today

Remember me

In a crazy way

With no local connection

What a reaction

Remember me

With satisfaction

As you walk by

Looking at the sky

Remember me

And ask yourself why?

On a day when your feeling down

Smile, smile, smile don't you frown

Even if your on the ground

In a sleeping bag in any town

Or even if you have lost a mate

Smile, smile, smile don't get in a state

For many people can relate

Even though this could be fate

Taking you to a different high

Smile, smile, smile don't you cry

For your beautiful that is why

Now don't give up before you die

For this id life my little friend

Smile, smile, smile to the bitter sweet end

Even if you have to blend

With other people to break this trend

Yet if you cry then don't worry

Because your eyes are a little blurry

as in these moments we have no jury

And want a drink so our words become slurry

So we forget what happened today

When things are miserable and totally grey

Then we pick ourselves up and smile away

As we remember the good times at the end of the day

This poem was written for all those people who have died on the streets of Brighton this past winter. To my knowledge that was 16 people which is a crying shame. But if you are like me and don't like being around junkies then you would rather take your chances with the weather than go up against them stealing of you in hostels.

Even so the U.K. homeless teams or outreach workers would rather relocate you to where you come from than actually give you accommodation in the place where you are.

Many people run away from hard times like sexual abuse, violence, drink, drugs and want to change their lives around but can't because they want to speak to someone who has actually experienced the same as them, than speak to someone who has just got out of university and has experienced nothing except having a good time of course.

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Hear Me Drowning

Hear me drowning

In my sleep

As I lay here

And simply weep

Out in the cold

What would you do?

Feeling the weather

Going blue

Understanding it

Or maybe not

Here we go

I'm losing the plot

Way below freezing

Give me a drink

Or even a spliff

To make me think

For this is no good

No not at all

So please do remember

Please never fall

Into the darkness

Never to return

Or you'll simply die

Or simply burn

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Sitting in a doorway

Not knowing what to do

Feeling all the magic

Simply coming true

Watching all the people

Having a good time

Hoping for a chance

To simply rise and shine

Then all of a sudden

It happened to me

Passers by stopped

To party you see

With lots of booze

And now I'm off my head

Oh what a crazy night

Or am I really dead

I don't really know

And I don't really care

Yet respect to all those

Who where truely there

Giving me a good night

To remember you see

As I lay in my sleeping bag

Without a T.V.

Looking at the stars

While going with the flow

In a world full of madness

That many will never know

Friday, 26 October 2012

Living On The Streets

Living on the streets

Being an artist is cool

Yet many shop owners

Think your a fool

As you sleep in their doorway

Which is not right

Yet this is real life

For many at night

With no where to go too

In Brighton its true

Even the council

Really hate us too

With no local connection

What can we say

We don't have a voice

At the end of the day

With the night shelter closed

Its really got bad

As people keeep dieing

Which is real sad

So the poets have to tell it

In their words for free

|For no one will listen

Not even to me

For I'm an outsider

Who creates art on the beach

Which no University

Can simply teach

And I want to help

But it is no good

For I'm treated like dirt

Because I'm a homeless dude

Who walked the coast

To do what I do

To write a book

To help charities too

In the homeless sector

What can I say

They don't care about us

At the end of the day

So no much wonder

We all suffer in pain

And have to live life

All against the grain

For we are out numbered

In evey thing we do

And we are better of addicts

In this life too

So never become homeless

Oh what a joke

For many a woman

And many a bloke

Because no one can help this

As we go through hell

This I do know

With a story to tell

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

When the rain comes down in Brighton

And we don't know what to do

As the people walk past us

Haven't got a clue

As we sit a here a writing
And singing many a song
Just a wondering what happened
And what went simply wrong

As we all get simply wet
With no way to easily dry
Oh what a beautiful life
Before we all simply die