The Clueless Cowboy

 He pleaded for somebody to show him the good old days

Those times when he used to dance in a young hedonistic haze

But those glory years often brought him close to tears

Was that the best I’ll ever be became one of his most lingering fears

Melodies bring back memories, so he requested a tune

Hoping it would take him back to a place he left behind too soon

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But he didn’t realise those times were just a hollow illusion

And that looking ahead, not back, was the only solid solution

For he was a clueless cowboy in a spit and sawdust saloon

Out of his depth and running late for high noon

I told him again that time don’t wait for a restless soul

But acceptance is selective for a mind out of control

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Without male guidance he fumbled through adolescence blind

Still yet to learn that often the harshest lessons turn out kind

Adulthood made him more insecure, than ever as a teen

Becoming convinced the answers lay in a long forgotten dream

Faith is not a childish game, is what he believed was true

But he felt the world conspired against him in his destructive view

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He knew he must look forward and forget the past to gain a sense of sight

Search hard ahead and follow his heart to find the source of light

For the dark side of the moon is a place where only sad souls go

It’s depressing, sinister, not a nice place and would nurture all his woe

But while age is a cruel affliction, he thought, in seeing the years pass by

With age comes wisdom and wisdom with age is a truism he couldn’t deny

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Desperate to find his way in the world, he knew life could be hard and cruel

Untamed demons never discriminate and would make him out a fool

Throughout his life he lived many lives and while he knew it was no race

He was scared to admit and found it hard to accept that on occasion he lost his face

But that was part of his healing and growing, which was previously unknown

Together with admitting that he wasn’t as strong, and didn’t have to do it alone

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In many ways to ask for help was a weakness he’d always suppressed

But angels appeared and showed him the universe and the secrets it possessed

For Angels come in many forms to be our guiding light

They bring no halos, wings or wands and are rarely dressed in white

The most important lesson to learn, they said, is that many things give you wealth

But you can’t move on and be truly loved until you love yourself

The Corner Bar

There's an old man sitting alone in a corner bar

His eyes chasing the smoke of his Cuban cigar

He’s a private soul with many a story to tell

Especially of his limp caused by a German shell

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A girl cheerfully pulls ale from a worn varnished tap

Trying to forget she’s caught in the sex game trap

The day is her salvation and the night her blight

No one has ever cared enough about her plight

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A young-looking man who last month lost his wife

Sits against the wall and questions the point to life

There's a barrier at the end of his distrusting mind

And finds it hard to get through the daily grind

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The successful suit has all the money on earth

But he questions of himself his paternal worth

His demeanor is cold and says leave me alone

Along with the guilt he exudes that he’s never at home

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The disheveled guy at the piano has many a fan

Not surprising he was once a famous front man

His fingers and voice made him into a star

Until alcohol took hold and took him too far

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A taxi driver comes in with a purposeful stare

Parked on double yellows, and looking for a fare

A rotund fellow, he sits all day in a cab

He remembers the days when he was a slim, fit lad

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A child hops around the tables as if she’s a frog

And shrieks with delight at the big fluffy dog

He belongs to the man who popped in for a beer
Before he goes home with a belly full of cheer

The Social Media Age

Have you ever stopped for just a second

To remember the days before we were beckoned

To a world so unrecognisable from when we were young

What’s that you say, your iphone just rung?

It’s like your iphone gives life like the Joshua tree

Whatever happened to the infamous Beattie from BT?

Times have moved on, with or without your voice

And now whatever you choose is a digital choice

We’re in the internet age, and there’s nowhere to hide

And why would you want to, it’s an incredible ride

But don’t act like a lack of service is a total disgrace

Get real people, this magic is coming from space!

Ok Beattie ‘it’s good to talk’, but now we talk too much

Cos there’s too many platforms for us to get in touch

Nobody cares whether you’re bored or tired.com

Or ‘that awkward moment’ when you caught your knob in your cdRom

And of course nothing’s finished until you #hashtag it

Like you’ve just discovered an untapped source of wit

facebook, twitter, LinkedIn and, remember mySpace?

A poor forerunner and now social media’s welfare case

Every one exists for self-importance and promotion

And in this day and age this is such a normal notion

But just cos today social media is taught in school

It will still expose you if you’re a massive tool

Out of my Window

 Out of my window, there’s a tantalising view

Of a place so far out of reach, it makes me blue

Let me out, I think, if for nothing but my sanity

My skin needs some Vitamin D, for health not vanity

For we are all solar-powered and need the light

To provide us with energy and give us some fight

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Out of my window, it rains for all it is worth

It’s not like any more is needed for the sopping-wet earth

A break in the cloud for some blue would be nice

Just a reminder of what it can be like would suffice

We all long for the sun, with which we are almost obsessed

To the point where its lack often makes us depressed

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Out of my window the trees they are waiving

Together, they dance, as if my attention they are craving

We’re always here, they say, but seek no praise for our being

It’s easy to not see the very thing you are seeing

You forget we are as important as the feel-good sun

For it is us who provide your oxygen

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Out of my window I now see a different scene

One that in my eyes looks altogether more serene

While I hate to be inside, restrained and confined

On a day in a summer when nothing in the world seems aligned

I remember there are things more significant than me

And certainly more important than getting some Vitamin D