Dont Ever Become Homeless

Don't ever become homeless

Not in the UK

Because the charities don't care

If we got nowhere to stay

As long as their hostels

Are full to the brim

Then they don't care

Which is a sin

 

So we got to do 

What we got to do

To stay alive

Which is hard too

For we are up against everything

Out on the rode

So some of us become travellers

Living no fixed abode

Using our talents

The best way we can

To help ourselves

And our fellow man

As the Christians pray

Which is no good

But we got nowhere to live

In their neighbourhood

Because we have no local connection

Which is a shame

Even an artist like me

And Dr Geebers my name

Who walked the whole coast

On a homeless awareness tour

From being homeless

Oh for sure

 

Brighton to Brighton

Through all weathers

Which I thought 

Was really clever

 

To get a book written

To help homeless charities gallore

But to my amazement

It didn't open no door

 

Which pissed me off

And I was in News papers too

I was even on T.V.

So how do you do

 

For creating loose pebble sculptures

On 44 beaches

One awesome journey

That's left me speachless

 

So heres to the future

And heres to the past

Thats if it happens

Or bloody well lasts

 

But the real truth is

If it happens to you

Your better of dieing

Outside creating whats new

 

Because the charities don't care

As long as they get their wage

To go home to their house

And turn a new page

 

So the homeless person

He or she has to cope

By themseleves

You might as well give them a rope

 

As we mix with the wrong people

And simply try to survive

The weather, the temptation

Just to stay alive

 

Yet the cold gets to many

So they turn to drink and drugs

Some don't want to be noticed

So they become thugs

 

Others have connections

And become drug dealers too

Why because the system

Has failed them too

 

So they are better of in prison

Oh by far

Learning rehabilatation

Hour after hour

 

But when they come out

What they gonna do

The only thing they know

Is how to survive too

 

For the big money is easy

And gives you a great life

But if you get caught

Well that's sacrifice

 

Which is all worth it

If you go down that road

Yet some of us want to change

Before we explode

 

So we do great journeys

To help others too

Yet we are the underdogs

Isn't that true

 

Well this is life

For the down and out

We are better off dead

We cry and shout

 

Because we live in hell

Looking for PEACE

Until we go to heaven

When we die at least

So some commit succide

By simply having a hit

Because its nice to have something

So death don't feel like shit

Because it isn't easy

Living on the street

So rest in peace my friends

Even I admit defeat

 

Have a nice evening

 

Have a nice evening

Is what I like to say

To all those lovely people

Who walk pas me everyday

With their hands in their pockets

Dressed up for the night

So have a wicked time

As I sit and write

This little rhyme

For all of you to hear

Even though I'm totally skint

And haven't got a beer

Out here on the street

With no money for a place

Oh dear oh what a life

And I want to be of my face

So I don't feel so lonely

Out here on the street

So buy me a lottery ticket

That will wipe me of my feet

And if I flipping win

Then I can do the same

Only through art and poetry

That'll put everyone o shame

So have a lovely evening

And enjoy your night

And thank you to all those people

Who gave me money as I write

So I can simply survive

Out here on the street

While helping out others

Who want something to simply eat

 

 



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