What is Fear? Fear is a projection of what has happened in the past into the future.. 

Its a fear of not getting what I want or losing what I have…. 

Other meanings could be…. 

Face Everything and Recover

Fuck Everything and Run

False Evidence Appearing Real

Find Everything Awfully Rigid

Feel Easy And Raw

Face Each other And Relax… 

What does fear mean to you….? 



I need to breathe….

I’m drowning in endless tasks and “have to do”

I’m not sure how I’ll make it through.

I take a step and move ahead

I return with angst to unmade bed.

With a bound, I’m up again.

Why are there such hopeless men.!!

Who bring me close and push away.

Who don’t have courage and strength to stay.

I taste my pride its acid taste.

You taste your fear and go in haste.

Me?  I’m strong and can take heart.

In this new day in which I start.

I see the mountain I move right on.

I leave you now in hopeless song.

You and me were just beginning.

Fuck that shit, at least I’m winning.



Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realized,
I’d passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
Don’t leave it undetected.
Let’s start an epidemic quick,
And get the world infected.

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I like the child-like quality of life with all’s it’s up and downs..!!

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round, never stopping, fiercely moving forward..

Im on this damn fucking bus, but Im not driving!. I am stuck looking out the window, while fear takes up the front seat.

Maybe theres a new road ahead?

Move over fear, down the back, no noise please, sit down quietly and gorge yourself on sweets.

So, now Im driving the bus – destination LIFE!!.

This is England


I wrote this poem a while back and for some born in my “era” 🙂 enjoy.

This is England.

A land of stiff upper lips and whisky soaked judges. Where there is hope and glory and strong reserved grudges.

The sun rises high over fields of gold, crack house drug dens, secrets never to be told.

The baker’s oven, to the dirty dozen. Housewives to house arrest, chalk and cheese.

Gossipy neighbors fences divide them, Children at play love in side them.

Feed a cold, starve a fever, early birds catching worms. We look before we leap we pray before we sleep.

A wonderland for Alice, a town called Malice.

The price is right, check book and pen, The TV goes off! who are we then?

A Game of Life, trouble and strife,

Who slept with who – YOUR MY FATHER!!!, She said, he said what a palava.

Weather by Wincy, Dale being mincy, The supermarkets bare!

My little ponies chill with my homies, peppery pigs who care.

Doctor who!? Its called the flu.

Welcome to England