The Perfect Moment

When your in the moment

It's the way to be

As you hear the birds

Flying simply free

Understand the madness

From deep within your soul

For this is the perfect moment

That no one can control

As your heart skips a beat

Through the love that you hold

For that special someone

That never grows cold

Which keeps you alive

In the times of need

As you share that perfect moment

With that person oh yes indeed

Bringing you close together

No matter where you are

Now that's the perfect moment

Oh yes oh by far

Until you meet again

This is love that is true

That remembers that special moment

When I simply met you

Giving me absolute pleasure

For the world to see

In that perfect moment

Way down by the sea

Giving me the strength

To write these words so true

Because I want to say them

Because I LOVE YOU

Fucked up

Fucking bitches and fucking cunts

Fucked up people on national hunts

Fucking bastards and fucking whores

Fucked up people wanting more

Fucking assholes and fucking twat's

Fucked up people taking that

Fucking governments and fucking M.P.s

Fucked up people with their degrees

Fucking terrorists and fucking gangs

Fucked up people going bang

Fucking guns and fucking bombs

Fucked up people going wrong

Fucking drugs and fucking drink

Fuck you up don't you think

Because your wasted and don't fucking care

Because we are fucked up people and we are everywhere

Never Give Up

Never give up

My little friend

Never give up

At all

Be that person

 That you are

Now never give up

Stand tall

No matter the rejection

Or what's going on at the time

Just never ever simply give up

And you'll be fine

No matter how hard the pressure is

Never give up at all

Because breaking the rules is what you do

So you can simply rise tall

For you are an artist

No matter how it may seem

So never ever simply give up

And never ever be mean

So get out there and do what you do

And never ever feel low

Now show everyone your the best

As you simply give it a go

And please enjoy it the best you can

For that's what life's about

Now show us what you can do

This we simply shout

That's it now please stand tall

And make the world see

That your the one who is the best

And will live on in history

Give us the power

Give us the power

Is what we all say

Give us the power

At the end of the day

Give us the power

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Give us the power

And we'll blow you away

So a here a we a go

A whats you gonna do

\in a world full of chaos

As troubles brew

With people dying

Because of you

Which is real life

In a world so true

No matter religion

Colour or race

We all got problems

And troubles to face

Which blows our heads

To outer space

Well on our tip-toes

As the police give chase

Give us the power

Is what we all say

Give us the power

At the end of the day

Give us the power

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Give us the power

And we'll blow you away

So a here a we a go

A what's it gonna be

As the Pedo's simply abuse

And let to roam free

Attacking our young souls

To a main degree

Ripping out their hearts

In a way that's not meant to be

With rapists on the lurch

Doing what they do

Not caring about their victims

Which is simply true

Oh what a sick world

We all live in too

Yet the law has to be broken

As we punish them for you

Give us the power

Is what we all say

Give us the power

At the end of the day

Give us the power

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Give us the power

And we'll blow you away

So a here a we a go

A what's you gonna say

As many people unite

In a really crazy way

To do what we got to do

As we simply play

With the rules of life

For prisons the only way

To get at these sick scum

Who laugh in our face

Who don't really belong

In the human race

For we all know

Their an absolute disgrace

For this is real life

And the problems others face

Give us the power

Is what we all say

Give us the power

At the end of the day

Give us the power

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Give us the power

And we'll blow you away

So a here a we a go

A what's up now

I'm bloody arrested

Oh what for now

Beating a paedophile

Oh what WoW

I should a got a medal

Not jail somehow

But this is real life

So what you gonna do

Take it on the chin

And simply pull through

Holding your head up high

So what's new

To be released

To do what you do

Give us the power

Is what we all say

Give us the power

At the end of the day

Give us the power

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Give us the power

And we'll blow you away

Do you hear us now

It's what we all say

Because we have the power

At the end of the day

And when it happens

Oh yeah yeah yeah

We'll show you the power

That'll blow you away

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

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 

Brain Cellls Firing

Brain cells firing

On all fours

Smashing your head

Breaking down doors

Exploding minds

Like dancing boars

Bouncing to the beat

On many floors

As the artists head

Simply spins

Raging temper

Who dare wins

Facing councils

Here it begins

Its simply better

Than eatting from bins

Creating art

In the public eye

While living outside

To simply die

Yet your trying

And don't know why

To change your life

So you can fly

With the seagulls

In pure flight

Never giving up

Isn't that right

Burning fuel

In your flight

To help others

Fly alright

Burning bridges

In many a way

Looking for something

To brighten your day

Then you see an artist

Through what seems grey

Using colours

To see what you say

Bursting his balls

And sweating even more

Doing his thing

Right upon the shore

Building sculptures

Totally hardcore

While helping others

Oh what a bore

Even though

It generates a smile

So my efforts

Have been worthwhile

But I don't get paid

For this new style

That's made your day

In this world

That's vile

But I get hassle

For helping you out

On a miserable day

That's what I'm about

For like many an artist

We love to shout

How good we are

Yet we have nought

Only a talent

That makes you smile

In a moment

When nothings worthwhile

But think yourself lucky

For this is my style

To help out everyone

And go that extra mile

Yet when anger creeps in

And you don't know what to do

Because you feel

The world is against you

Because you've been homeless

And in the gutters too

Yet no one recognises

This life is hard too

So you want to give up

On what you really believe

Because you know

Others don't want you to achieve

Even if

You live or breath

Because they are out for themselves

With no time to grieve

Which pisses you more

And cuts to the bone

As some people want to change

And leave street life alone

Move on in life

Like the mobile phone

Become bigger and better

And not be on their own

To live in the gutters

And simply die

Because they give up fighting

And that's no lie

So they are better of dead

As I ask myself why?

Because only the strong survive

And the rest of us die

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.

The Artists Way

 

What do you know?

What do you do?

In this life

Which is true

 

As we break the rules

Upon the street

To live life

Without defeat

 

Banging your head

Against the grain

While creating magic

Thats in sane

 

But it is true

With no way out

As we rise and fall

And know what lifes about

 

Hoping for better times

What would you do?

Would you give up?

Or carry on too

 

While trying to better your self

No matter what

In life its self

Or maybe naught

 

Well who cares

As long as you know

You are that artist

Who will never let go

 

Of your dream

To be the best

Because this is real life

Which is one big test

 

With no first prize

In what you do

Except that feeling

Thats deep in you

 

So stand and be counted

Please have no fear

And one of these days

Will start a new year

 

As people read your words

And see what you do

Then maybe something will happen

That will change your life too

 

As your career takes a right turn

And blossoms over night

As the masses go mental

For what you simply write

 

With overall enjoyment

Because of who you are

For are that artist

Who has the power

 

To make people listen

To what you have to say

So never give up

No never no way