Sitting in a doorway

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



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