Anyone who loves poetry/song  

Tomorrow i'll be leavin, tomorrow i must go
Tomorrow i will take train, To where i do not know.

Back to that dreary office, to days from 9 till 5
Back to rain instead of sun, Oh how will i survive.

I'll show them all my photographs, Of skies that were so blue,
But inside i'll be crying, Of memories of you                                                                                                                                                                              

I had an old stockin and its fills it with lead,
I hit Maggie Thatcher straight over her head.

Along came a copper who asked me my name,
So i give him the answer with my bicycle chain.

The Judge said sit down boy and wipe up your tears,
Your going to Borstal for 2 or 3 years.

My Mother was cryin, My father drops dead,
My kid lil sister who shot the Judge in the head.

The bars on the window, the bars on the door,
And just for a caution the bars on the floor.
                                                                                                                                                                             

 . . and the rest of it

if I was the jailer
and the jailer was me

I'd wake in the mornin' 
an' set myself free

but I'm not the jailer
and the jailers not me

so I wake in the mornin' 
to a cup of cold tea . . .

ahhh memories . . . innit                                                                                                                                                                             

nice 1 yea innit,,,comin more post if you got any   hello to you by the way
                                                                                                                                                                             

 
THE THUNDER

the food is good,
but you must quit
while you still could.
You stumble out, up to your wheels,
and on the kicker place your heel,
lift for compression,
once more for luck,
and downward thrust,
but "What the f#ck"?
First a puff,
and then a gasp,
but wait, it starts,
and there's a blast.
The passer-bys look on with wonder,
while you just grin about the thunder.
You know your pipes are not that loud,
It was your fart that awed this crowd                                                                                                                                                                              

This guy buys a new motorcycle. The salesperson tells him that when it rains to go outside and rub Vaseline on it because it makes it look nice and shiny.
Later that night, he goes to eat at his girlfriend's house, and the rule at thier house is if you talk during supper you have to do the
dishes.
So they are eating and he looks at his girlfriend and kisses her. Nobody says anything. So he f**ks her right at the table and nobody says anything.
So he looks over at her mom and kisses her too. Nobody says anything. So he does her too. Next thing he knows he looks outside and it is starts to rain outside, so he grabs the Vaseline out of his pocket.
At that his girlfriend's dad stands up and says, ''Okay. I will do the damn dishes.''

Ways To Turn Men Down

He: Can I buy you a drink?
She: Actually, i'd rather have the money

He: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.
She: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.

He: Your face must turn a few heads.
She: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

He: Haven't I seen you some place before?
She: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

He: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
She: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

He: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
She: Unfertilized.

He: I want to give myself to you.
She: Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts.

He: Didn't we go on a date once? or was it twice?
She: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.
                                                                                                                                                                             

War Boarder
A man in Amsterdam feels the need to confess, so he goes to his priest.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. During WWII, I hid a refugee in my attic."

"Well," answers the priest, "that's not a sin."'

"But I made him agree to pay me 20 guilders for every week he stayed."

"I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause."

"Oh, thank you, Father. That eases my mind. I have one more question."

"What is that, my son?"

"Do I have to tell him the war is over?"
                                                                                                                                                                             

I thought I would share these words with you

A beautiful surprise

You came into my life so quick,

A gorgeous pleasant surprise,

Then, a beautiful friendship did arise.

Our bond was so very strong,

It couldn't help but turn into love,

We wondered if going further was wrong,

But we fit each other like a glove.

It feels so right to be so near,

To feel like we are but one,

Sometimes our love is worth a tear,

Those tears of joy, I'm sure there are more to come...

This was written by a special woman, who is no longer with  us. RIP M
                                                                                                                                                                             

Heya David,, That is beautiful + thanks for the post  ,,, rip M
                                                                                                                                                                             

This Kind Of Lonely by Everlast listen to it on utube

Sittin` alone and I hear rain fallin` on my windowsill
Just wanna do what`s right but I don`t know if I ever will
There`s so many reasons, too many excuses
And all these prescriptions, got too many uses
And I`m so lonely
It`s kind of scary
And this kind of lonely is making me weary
I`m so lonesome I could die

Sittin` alone and I am waitin` for the sun to shine
Sometimes I kneel and pray hoping someday you`ll be mine
She`s so many miles away
So many things to say
And all of the games we`d play don`t matter anyway
Cause I`m so lonely
The sex is empty
But this kind of lonely makes it easy to tempt me
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die

Sittin` alone and I am waitin` for somebody to call
Think if I up and died wouldn`t nobody notice at all
Cause I`m so insecure and I feel so unsure
Can`t take it anymore, no
It`s never been like this before
And I`m so lonely, feel like cryin`
And this kinda lonely is worse than dyin`
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die

as i was walking in the woods,
i shit myself,i knew i would,
i called for help,but no help came,
and so i shit myself again.....x                                                                                                                                                                             

Stone In My Hand : by Everlast
Ride with the devil, hide with the lord
I got no pistol, ain't got no sword
I got no army, ain't got no land,
Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand

You say you want a revolution, well get on board
We'll start a new crusade; we'll start a holy war
Don't need no orders, don't need no plan
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand

You build your fighter jets, you drop your bombs
You kill our fathers, you kill our moms
You kill our brother and our sisters, and our uncles and our aunts
Still I'm fighting with the stone that's in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Still I'm fighting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that's in my heart and the stone that's in my hand

Blood runs in the gutters, smoke fills the sky
Every son that suffers, every mother cries
So if you've had enough and you're ready for your stand
I'll be waiting with the stone that's in my hand

Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I'll be waiting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that's in my heart and the stone that's in my hand                                                                                                                                                                              

lol  Jinx     thx

love it       thx bjp

                                                                                                                                                                             

MY CYCLE - MY SELFBy: Debbie Scharibone(Taken from Windy City Riders, VOC Newsletter) I soar away into speed's breeze,the engine's powerbetween my knees.The throttle trembles in my hand-at my control,at my command!In the droning rumbleof the motor's soundmy problems, troublesand cares are drowned.Nothing keeps mefrom the sky,and I can ridewhere eagles fly!I dig my heelsinto the pegs,tune every muscle'till my legs are synchronizedwith my machine,to feel the curvesand with it lean,to live the thrillsof sudden hills,the heart-quickeningpanic of would-be spills.Don't call me backto earth againwhere I must walklike other men. 

                                                                                                                                                                             

Awesome! thx David                                                                                                                                                                              

Sorry I should have change the font colour                                                                                                                                                                              

dont worry David i can cover the fonts no problemo

Aww thanks Bjp ,, is that directly for me,,, only Jokin lol 
                                                                                                                                                                             

SO THERE

They used to tell me to grow up,

To get my ass in gear

They used to say there´s more to life,

Than bikes and guns and beer

They used to tell me all that stuff

When I was just a child.

They used to say I would regret

My living hard and wild.

I didn´t pay attention then,

And that was long ago.

I wish that I could find a way

To let them plainly know

I didn't change my crazy ways,

And I do not plan to quit.

For what it´s worth, the advice they gave

Was simply full of shit.