Life is a Jump!

Thoughts & Writings
all work by Pat Davies

Poems To Watch Girls Go "Bye"!

Not done much to this for a couple of years now, I will try and add more to it as I get drunk and inspired!

A few stories, poems, or just simple thoughts, call them whatever you want to. Let me know what you think. Your are welcome to use these in songs or publications, as long as I am credited and get any cash due to me. Some are in progress, some I have given up on, some are just general scribbles. By the way they are all copyrighted to me.

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Don't Look Back In Anger (07/05)

The things we said,
the things we did

we were young and foolish
we didn't know what we did

things were said
things were done

we can't change the past
we did what we did

Teeth

He started brushing his teeth
They started to fall out

first one then two
he didn't know what to do

then three then four
they fell on the floor

then five then six
you shouldn't eat bricks

then seven then eight
it gets you irrate

then nine then ten
it was all downhill then

I miss you

its like no drops of snow on christmas day
its like no ray of sun on a summers day
i will see you soon come what may
but I wish you was here this fine day

Green Frog

A frog saw another one across the road
He crossed the road
And said to the other one, are you a frog or a toad,
to which the other replied
I am a can of mushy peas, I fell out of a carrier bag,
Oh! said the frog, thank you and goodbye!!!

Laces

I went to put my boots on
Had to go and get gone
It was late I was running slow
Way past the time I should go

Took my slippers off
Dusted my boots with the cloth
Slipped on the first boot
Slipped on the second boot

Then it dawned upon me
The laces had gone to thee
Like you had took my heart
You took them without a thought

My important meeting was in vain
Using trainer laces on my boots was arcane
I was at a loss
In front of the boss

Do I forgive you
Only because I love you
My laces are yours
As my heart is yours.

Sorry

I am so sorry,
Sorry you met me,
Sorry I am me,
Sorry I have to be sorry,
I am just sorry,

Sorry for the pain,
Sorry for the anguish,
Sorry for the heartache,
Sorry for the lies,
Sorry for the deceit

19th March 2001

don't pass me off as a fool
don't pass me by in the street
don't forget the good times
don't even forget the bad
don't give up on me child

don't forget the past
don't fear the future
don't forget i am still here
don't fear i'll give up on you
don't give up on me child

don't do anything to spite me
don't think i don't love you
don't forget birthdays
don't forget christmas
don't give up on me child

don't blame yourself
don't blame your siblings
don't blame your mum
do blame your dad if you need to
just don't give up on me child

LOVE, LIES, LOST

Love could have been forever
I am sure of that
A night out and you blew it all
No more lies and deceit
No more procrastination
Everything has gone, lost forever.

You wanted a poem
I had no reason to write
Now I have several
and could sit here all night
sit here all alone
while you are at home

You told me about past lovers
which should go untold
I should have realised
but i was happy not caring
now the stories are coming true
carry on honey it will hurt only you

That's enough time wasted
Now go your promiscuous way
Give someone else some loving
and show them how much you can give
I will be fine and will be over you soon

Goodbye honey, goodbye for good!

LATE

I would have been here sooner but I left later

NOTHING

Wanten for nothing, wasting nothing,
If everyone wastes nothing,
Then we will have nothing left!

Woken up thought

It's like whacking snowballs with a tennis racket in the Sudan

Unfinished

the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
they crawl in slim and they crawl out stout

Snore

Temporary-Cotton wool in my ears
Permanent-Cotton wool in her nose and mouth

temporary-A jab in the back
permanent-A stab in the back

temporary-me sleep in another room
permanent-me sleep in another womb.

How to be an artist

The power of the words
Is found in the bottle
The expression of the painting
is found in the bottle

The bottle can make an artist
It will then contain its power
Whereby it will slowly drain
The skills of the artist.

The brain must overpower
What is happening
It must realize it
It must fight it

Only then can the true artist be discovered
Not in a bottle, not in a gallery, not in formaldehyde
But in the clear mind of man
Money must not be wanten, no drink, nor fame.

In Progress

Well the door is locked
and your not here
I guess you've gone for another beer
I wonder why you didn't call

The Day After Frans Birthday

What are you always looking for
Do you know it when you find it
When you have it, Are you sure?

The only way to know you have it,
Is to lose it, Onces its gone, it's gone,
To be found again once more.

You say you have it,
but do you have the real thing
Are you searching my more?

Love! A crazy game, for crazy fools,
To find it is to want it,
To want it is to try and find it

Once you have found love
are you really sure you have it

CRISIS IN MY LIFE

The flaming plane never had a hope
30 foot flames like a sun bolt in the sky
114 people died that day and many more suffer
This is a crisis of the worst magnitude.

Theres a mess on the floor again, dishes in the sink
The washing needs doing and the ironing is not done
Kids need laces doing, scream for the eldest to help
1 person, having a hard time and many more suffer
This is a crisis of my worst magnitude

1000's are starving, where to get the next meal
No where to sleep again, this shop door will do
The little girl is missing, found dead days later
The bomb just went of people screaming
It'll take years to get straight again

The kids want feeding again, what to make
The kids need to go to bed, the beds aren't made
"Clear your shoes up or I'll kill you
Your room looks like a bomb went off
It'll take me ages to get it straight"

Everything is a crisis, another catastrophe
One crisis to one is nothing to another
Get things into perspective,
Nothing really matters much anyway.
Stuff happens you carry on regardless

GOODBYE FOR GOOD

Goodbye never to be retracted
two empty supporters cups

The frailty of life

in a loved ones death
we see in our own lives
the frailty of life

yet we still abuse it
we drink in excess
we ruin what we have good

We fight, we argue, we take risks,
we try and shorten our own life,
shouldn't we treasure the short time allowed

THE THING I'M RINGING YOU ABOUT

"can I take a message"
"yes. "tell him its about the thing i am ringing him about"

We!

We talked for a while
We grew close to each other
There was one thing missing
The sight of our faces
We could get over this

We became friends
We became closer
We still had our lives
We had to get on
We knew this wouldn't last

Then you dropped the bombshell
You was asking for my help
I read between the lines
I was upset, didn't know why
I had become even closer

We still have our seperate lives
We have to get on with them
We will still be friends
We will still grow closer
And thats all it will be

Communication Breakdown

(25th March 2000)

The email is in the post,
the fax is on the phone,
the call is in the parcel,
there has been a communication breakdown

the morse is on the horse,
the telegraph is having a laugh
the pony express is in distress
there has been a communication breakdown.

2 minutes to think and 5 minutes to write

(25th March 2000)

This took 2 minutes to think of
and 5 minutes to write down
a life time to reason
because.........

Am I alone?

I talk, you listen
I type, you read
Me more, you less
Am I wrong, am I right
Should I be silent
Should I be quiet
Until you tell me
I talk, you listen
I type, you read

Looking Forward to Looking Back

When I met you I was happy
But then you was gone
Now i'm looking back to look forward
I'm looking at good times
I'm looking forward to make better times

Now you are gone
I'm waiting for the pain to go
Only then
I'm looking forward to looking back

Security of your pain

I don't know how much you love me
Love is not enough
I need the security of your pain

Why do I hurt you so much
We stroll through life so happy
Once in a while I go and hurt you

I need the security of your hurt
Pain is a more powerful feeling
You show your anguish more than your love

I see pain as a stronger feeling
Love is too easy to fake
You crying is you loving

No one has shown me true love
Until I first upset you
Then I knew for sure

Pain is your sign to me
There is no love deeper
Than the cry of your anguish

I am sorry for all the pain
Your pain is my comfort
This is me, not you!

Just Everything And Nothing

Poor sodden drunken wretch of a child
You had a life then you discovered religion
You may live forever but you have to pay

Now your all fucked up, smoking, drinking
Where are you going, what is your future
Now you have a split personality
Knee high boots outside, woolen socks inside
Or
Knee high socks outside, painted toe nails inside
Or
Pretty outfits outside and your God inside

You have to sort it out
And decide whether
Live now and enjoy
Or live forever and suffer now.

1st December 1999

I should never have tracked you down child
I should have let you float out of my life
Like drift wood on the ocean
Because now the pain is more to bear

Would I want you to be more involved
Like the full moon once every month
Would I want you even more frequent
Like my regular drinking sessions
Both must or will come to a painful end one day

Who knows what the winds of change will bring
Love and life are fickle, I know what I yearn for
Only you know your true desire
One day you may open up until then,
Limbo is my life!!

Why Try!

Life runs at its own pace
So why try and run faster
Slow down baby, slow down

Why work so hard?
If you can't achieve it.
Why bother trying?

Don't fret, don't fret!
Does it really matter?
Does it really matter?

Take some time to relax,
Take some time out,
Just sit down babe.

The world still runs by,
Not much really matters!
So why the fuck bother!

Flowers grow, life goes on
Flowers grow, death goes on
Flowers grow, you make the cash!

Snow Truth?
When I was 5 or 6 full years
A snow storm like no one had seen
After the thaw all that was left
Was a ten foot talk block of ice
I scaled it like a great mountaineer
At the top I was the king of the street
Only to slide down head first
Like the cartoons I saw stars round my head.

When I was 10 or 11 full years
A snow storm like no one had seen
When walking up to the mountains
Me, my brother and my friend
The drifts were as high as the hedges
Only my brother, younger than us
Had the sense to say it was too cold
We turned back before catastrophe happened.

Between these two periods
A snow storm like no one had seen
My dad was running to meet me
He trod on some ice
Slipped breaking an arm and a leg
Shortly after this experience
We went to see an ice show
All of us had a great time

Does one gather knowledge from age?
Or does one lose knowledge and sense?

Chester Wizard

To listen to the Wizard of Chester
Could be like listening to the wisest man ever!
He sits there talking to himself all day long
He dances in the Roman Coliseum in early hours of morn
Walks around in his rainbow jumper
With a walking stick, talking
Does he have inner knowledge
Should I dare talk to him?

Dark!

to sit in silence in pitch black is to discover more than one could ever know in the noise and light of present day

Happy!

Listening to Thee Headcoats!
What more could you want!
Listening to an old friend!
What more could you want!
Nothing! Nothing at all! JUMP FROG JUMP

Small green haired little punk girl,
How goes it, how goes it.

Small haired little green punk girl,
Where are you, where are you,

Small little haired green punk girl,
Why do you, why do you,

Small punk haired little green girl,
Who are you, who are you,

Small green punk haired little girl,
What are you, what are you,

Small girl green little haired punk,
Hop along now, hop along now,

Small green haired little punk girl,
Jump now, jump now. Frog!

LEAVING WORK

Walking out the office after working all day, I perchance to immediately start walking alongside a man carrying a black umbrella. We walk alongside each other as if walking together and best friends for about 99 or 100 paces. His speed of walking matching my pace exactly. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, and wondering what to do, should I talk to him. No! I don't know him, what would I say. The only option then is to trip him over and continue upon my journey. I shall do that then, make him fall over into an embarrassed heap on the floor. Maybe he will stumble and fall onto his umbrella stabbing himself into the bargain, and then the umbrella will open and make his insides out for he hungry dogs to eat. Then I decide that this is not in character of a man of my ilk and so I slow my pace down and let him continue on his way home.

PEOPLE AND ANIMALS

The family driving off on holiday,
Mrs say to the kids "Oh! look cows!",
As they pass cows in a field,
Mrs Cows says to calfs "Oh! look people!"

The family driving off on holiday,
Mrs say to the kids "Oh! look sheep!",
As they pass sheep in a field,
Mrs Sheep says to the lambs "Oh! look people!"

The family driving off on holiday,
Mrs say to the kids "Oh! look grass!",
As they pass grass in a field,
The grass whispers!

BURECRACY

Burecracy is there to create jobs for the unemployed, it is useless, wasteful and time consuming.

WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE

Walking through Grosvenor Park to work,
I see 6, no 7 squirrels running around,
Walking down the steps to the Dee,
Another squirrel runs merrily down as well,
I think to myself what a wonderful life,

At work I read the morning paper,
Read of earthquakes, famine and war,
Is it such a wonderful life?

INFLUENCE

She didn't know the effect she had on me,
The influence would last an eternity,
The power of her on me was awesome,
Into my life for a brief time now she's gone,
Unaware of the pain that would be with me,
One day by chance or choice we may meet again,
Only for the then settled pain to reappear.
The same effect the moon has on the oceans,,
Your like a magnet to me,
Take the moon away and what is left.
An empty shell of a man,
walking through life aimlessly.

STRANGE MEN ON A TRAIN

Two men sat on a train, going where, does not matter, nor does when and what time! What does matter is there actions and words. They flicked carriage walls and both said "bloim". Why? Only they know and i didn't have the courage to ask them. So i left the train and went on my way.

TRACKS

Parallel lines, lots of them going nowhere. some still in use, some partially overgrown the majority fully covered. One time they served a purpose, laid out straight and true, by the hard probably underpaid labour of tough men. To be used for a short period then to be laid to rest like then men that did the work. Pass me another drink. Have I come off the rails. Did the hard working men while away the evenings in the same hosteliery? Did they eventually lose track of time laying those tracks. Was it worth it? Just so people can wait to die. People stood, siting, waiting. Wasting valuable time, for sure they will de one day. short people, fat people, ugly people, in groups, alone, just waiting and staring. Did they look at me and then laugh. Must pretend I didn't see them. Look away. Oh! No, i just stared at someone, I hope he doesn't feel ill of me. Look at my feet quickly. Now I look sad and lonely. What to do during this wasted time. Waiting to die! The time has come we can all leave now. The situation is repeated yet again. Only this time all are sitting. Too close, I can almost smell his sodden breath. This is not good, hurry up. I need the safety and comfort of my own space. So I can sit and wait to die.

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