I was doing all those things

 

I was doing all those things

It's the way I am

I was understanding it

And being the man

I was feeling it crazy

Even in a jam

I was keeping it a going

I hope you understand

 

Then I was told

I was going to be a dad

It was hard to take in

But it didn't make me mad

Because I hope you know

I am actually really glad

Even though at that moment

It may have sounded bad

 

With no real job

What can I do?

Except write from my heart

These words that are true

In a crazy way

From me to you

So you can understand

What I'm simply going through

 

For I am going to create art

Way better than before

Which is going to open up

That awesome door

To the big time

With money galore

As I create sculptures

Totally hard core

 

Now on the coast

This is the real me

To beat that world

Of poverty

To turn my life

Round for free

To be remembered

For eternity

 

Even though

I am a fool

That hated life

And hated school

Who's became an artist

That's real cool

And wants to help others

As a rule

 

To give them a chance

That a judge gave me

And now I'm an artist

Without a degree

Who creates magic

For others to see

While simply creating

Pure history

 

As I live the dream

If you know

What I mean

In a way

That has to be seen

By everyone

Including the Queen

 

So when you hear

Dr Geebers is near

Then please don't hesitate

And don't have any fear

Because I'm a poet

And a sculptor you hear

And not a rapper

Of yesteryear

 



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

 

 

 



I'm a superstar so I am

I'm a superstar so I am

I'm a homeless man without a plan

I'm a crazy person with a can

I'm a reservoir without a dam

I'm an alcoholic oh yes man

I'm a tramp with many a fan

I'm a poet who don't eat spam

I'm a vegetarian who eats ham

I'm a lire who drives a van

I'm a dopey person taking a gram

I'm a Jammie dodger without jam

But most of all I'm a simple man

Could You Do

Could you do

What we do

Everyday and night

Even though

I like a drink

As I simply write

From the heart

From the soul

In a passionette way

To say things

From the street

While living day by day

For these words

Come so true

To everyone for free

Even though

I sleep outside

In a way that's hard you see

With no roof

Of my own

What would you do

If you could not

Simply afford

To pay for one too

Would you write

Crazy rhymes

As people walk past

And if they want

To hear one

Then you simply say it fast

Shocking people

To the core

As they smile at you

With freezing hands

As you write

Those words from deep in you

And if they give you

A little change

Eor saying it for free

Then you know

Your on your way

To be a poet to be

As you walk by

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?

The Unbelievable Madness

The unbelievable madness

Running through my brain

Is like an electric fence

Shocking me insane

As the coldness of the night

Nips on my toes

Yet I seem to write

In a rhythm that flows

While sitting in my sleeping bag

Thinking about good times

With people walking past me

While I write my rhymes

Laughing out loud

As they go to a club

Or their going to dinner

After leaving a pub

Telling me I'm not homeless

Because I look to clean

So I have to laugh out loud

For this is obscene

Yet I don't make money

For writing on the street

But I don't really care

If I die through lack of heat

For my blog's tell a story

That my rhymes are good

Yet sometimes I'm lucky

When people buy me food

So what this is life

For many a down and out

Even though I'll make it

In life without a doubt

And when I simply do

Through the words that I write

Then I can leave street life behind

And go out and enjoy the night

But this will never happen

As I love to write for free

To become an absolute legend

Who will live for eternity 

You walk past me as I write

You walk past me as I write

On a cold cold crazy night

In my sleeping bag isn't that right

On your way to a bar tonight

Yet I can't do this with pen in hand

With no money you understand

Even though my life's not planned

And I'm an artist who is dammed

Who lives out upon the street

And needs to beg to make ends meet

Breaking the law which is neat

While looking for that special treat

Until that day I can say

Thank you to those in a crazy way

Who walked past me oh oh yeah

And didn't care hip hip hooray

Yet when I asked some simply laughed

While others did help as they past

So what the heck this poems daft

Yet thank you to those who helped when I asked

Love is something so beautiful

 

Love is something so beautiful

And we know what it can do

As many people break our hearts

With love that wasn't true

 

Yet we get up to carry on

And find it again someway

As the pain it keeps biting

Nibbling at us each day

 

For some it lasts forever

Because their love is true

For others it's no good

So what you gonna do

 

You gonna turn it into art

Or even a poem as well

With a passion you once knew

As your tears begin to swell

 

Filling you all with sorrow

While your heart skips a beat

As you write from your heart

Not admitting defeat

 

Because your love is so true

You want to be together

Yet one doesn't want this

Or you would still be together

 

Or maybe they are too proud

And want more out of life

Which costs them real true love

Now that's one sacrifice

 

Or maybe they are simply scared

To go down them same routes

So they those themselves in creative life

As they write poetry books

 

Hoping for a chance

To simply break free

Through unbelievable art

And poetry by the sea

 

 

 



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