On a day when your feeling down

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.

Living The Life Of A Poet

 

Living the life of a poet

And a sculptor too

Out on the open road

Can be very hard to do

 

Even though you have words

And your materials are free

It is really hard to survive

Especially down by the sea

 

With really heavy winds

The snow and the rain

Then there's those people

Who try to drive you in sane

 

By setting you on fire

Or beat you up as well

For they want what you got

In words that they can sell

 

Yet you got to survive

No matter the obstacles ahead

Even though you know

Your better of dead

 

Some will hit you with hammers

Or stab you in the heart

This is real street life

That happens after dark

 

Yet if you have no money

What are you going to do

Would you break the law

To survive would you

 

While trying to live the dream

So you can get of the street

To carry on your art

Which comes out so unique

 

Or would you lay down

And drink yourself to death

Or even take drugs

To your very last breath

 

Or would you simply squat

And hope for the best

Even though you got no money

Well this is life's real test