welcome.

HI and welcome to a world of truths, horror, & laughter.
Sometimes sprinkled with some fiction.
But mainly fragments of my life put to words.
Freedom of speach is the princaple.
Please feel free to leave comments,good or bad.
As i wont be affended.
I truely hope you enjoy my poetry and hope alot of people can relate to what i am writing.
So happy reading
Much love to you all
Kind regards
Kenny xxx

Friday, 29 April 2022

My wounderfull daughter

My Lois
My world
Plus everything in it.
She is the and always will be my  no 1 
For 1 she is my blood
Second she is so so talented with her knowledge great looks,
Personality .
I am 1 very very proud father.
And know she will acchieve all she aims for in life. 
From a loving father
Xxx

Tuesday, 4 August 2020

Pushing against deep water

Your so alone

You so

Sail on 

Sail on alone

Deeply alone in the midst of

The darkest deepest souless seas

Even whilst wave after wave covers one 

And you feel as though you're drowning.

But every ocean has a shallow end.

Of which you must push and find yourself.

Head now above

The shallow end of the deepest depressive side of YOUR inerself.

You find that you can and will 

Pull yourself through

As you are reading this you are.

LOVED XXX




HOSPITAL

leaving the drama to land myself in hospital to many times to count.

i leave tunbridgewells, as trouble was brewing .

im now in medway walking along boundry road when me and another fella begin arguing.

first im punched by 2 .
then hit in the face with an iron pole or bar,

2~3 days later im rushed to hospital with the blues and twos flashing.

quatipine  stops the electricity around my heart and i awake in intensive care.

after 8 days im discharged 

2 more visits to the medway hospital after being spiked with SPICE.

a nasty once legal high .

some time later im with my pal in gillingham when 2 men start being abusive.

i take my top off.

1 fella walks off.

only to come back with a knuckle duster on.

i hear :oy m8:

turn only to be cracked from behind and left with a broken jaw.

whilst in hospital i wake up with a caviter hanging from my willy 

on discharge a nurse removes the demonic thing from my penis but pulls the wrong or to forcefully.

leaving me peeing blood and a pain like urinating razor blades.


back to hospital where i have an injection into my bell end part of the penis.

then another cavitor put in which stays for two weeks .

again i awake from this horrific legal high SPICE which i call MANKY RICE.

The NHS deserve a knight hood for saving my life numerous times of which not all are mentioned here.

thank you NHS for your care understanding and giving me more lives than a cat.


Friday, 13 April 2018

What i would describe as my soul

utopia247

After the loss of many loved one's

And thinking is there truly life after death.

At  the age of 20 the love of my life died and i kept analysing whether or not i would see and feel chrystal's warmth once again .

I COULD NOT COME TO A CONCLUSION.

And i became stressed , as every time i thought i had come up with an answer that would put my mind to rest the coin would flip and leave me questioning once more.

This went on every day for over a year.

21 years after chrystal died i still think about her, plus other loved ones i have lost.

The soul i said to my self what is a soul describe it to me please.

Then one day i was sat in my arm chair and it just came to me.

The body is a glove, a shell of meat etc.

If i was to leave a lump of steak on the kitchen side board, after some time the steak would rot. and decay.

The body is a very very complex piece of kit that no one could make.

But just like the steak , after time the body also decays .

Leaving my spirit to move on .

To where i have not a clue.

but due to the complexity , the way the body is made all the organs perfectly designed and made.

The soul leaves and chrystals and my soul search and find one another.

We are both a force,an energy. full of love and warmth.

Chrystal will then guide me to all my loved ones that at one point i thought were lost.

Unity we entwine and feel each others warmth and caress which we learnt when we were in our body's our brain taught us the way to love and feel.

And thats where i will all way's be.

Forever and ultimately stay in an energy a force full of love and care surrounded by the Ora

MUCH LOVE.

K.MOORE 


Tuesday, 14 November 2017

One more liberal time.

IS still attached to pain.

And as the more i live.

The more i dive.

HYPOCRISY.

Please don't douse me.

Nor dought me.

As i make lye's from promises.

Forge honesty.

And plaine old sorrys.

Accumilate.

So easy SORRY.

aRE YOU FOR REAL.

I took his fucking head off.

But ime so so sorry.

Sorry.

Thanks but fuck off.

EXcuse me .

I appologise for the constant cursing.

SOO fucking sorry.

YOUR abliged.

And to be frank.

YOU dont give a wank.

Umm i wonder

Wander the lonely streets.

And meet.

Every eye .

Give me that excuse.

ALl  is abuse.

Have you seen the stars lately.

How is the moon today.

The sun .

I gaze.

Into the haze.

AS I LASE ON THE BASE .

enough ,is not enough.

i will continue you see .

as to me .

I BELONG



LIFE,WITH ITS FAIRY TALE LIES

utopia247
LIFE WITH ALL ITS PROMISING LIES
MY FATHER DIED ,EATEN ALIVE BY CANCER.
WATCHING .
HOLDING,
THOSE COLD,COLD HANDS.
DEHYDRATED .
NIL BY MOUTH.
THE ELEPHANTS ARE IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM.
WHICH WAS FULL OF DOOM & GLOOM.
I AM SORRY BUT I JUST CANT GET IT.
WHY HUMANS HAVE TO SUFFER SUCH A MISERABLE DEATH.
WE HAVE NO RITE TO HAVE EUTHANASIA.
YET A DOG CAN BE PUT OUT OF THE PAIN AND SUFFERING BY BEING PUT TO SLEEP.
WE ENTER THIS WORLD KICKING & SCREAMING THEN LEAVE IT KICKING & SCREAMING.
IF I KNEW MY FATHER BEFORE HAND WOULD BE PUT ON THE LIVERPOOL CARE PATHWAY.
WHICH IS A LONG PATHWAY FULL OF PAINE AND MISERY.
IF ONLY I COULD KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON .
NO ONE WOULD HAVE STOPPED ME PUSHING MY DAD OUT OF THE HOSPICE IN A WHEEL CHAIR,
NO ONE.
DO THEY THINK I WOULD HAVE SAT THERE WATCHING MY DAD DIE WRIGGLING IN THAT BED.
NOT A HOPE.
AND YET IT STILL GOES ON.
PAINE AFTER PAINE, MISERY AFTER MISERY.
I LOVE YOU FATHER .
ALWAYS HAVE, ALWAYS WILL.
THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
.   

Sunday, 29 May 2016

PETE DOHERTY

utopia247

So i arrive at stanstead (london)

Then a free ride on the bus to hackney.

Spot a beggar.

And off we go to score.

Job done,

Then the bus to shorditch .

Where i thought i had already paid for bed and breakfast.

No.

I over spent , so no roof for my head tonight.

Back to hackney empire.

TICKET IN BAG .

TO SEE PETE DOHERTY LIVE.

All is good till im asked to open my bag.

Where i left pariffinalia.

I GO TO PUT IT IN THE BIN WHEN I HERE.

Whats that.

I keep walking acting deaf.

And get lost in the crowd.

Untill i feel a beady eye watching me.

Look to my right and this bald headed gorilla.

Is looking at me, staring right into me.

I just jump around and try and enjoy myself.

Turns out to be a blinding gig.

And pete doesnt let me down.

Blinding.

After.

I walk the streets of london.

Bethnal green, back to bloody hackney, then i feel my feet killing me.

I walk to Trafalgar square.

Where my feet have had enough.

Sit there for a couple of hours.

Then train back home.

My feet swollen with burst blisters the size of bomb craters.

10 days later my feet still infectious and bloody painful.

But you know what.

I would do it all again.


Saturday, 5 March 2016

She was just a poor girl
from the town.

No means or ways to make a pound ,

wandering  , aimlessly.

Passing restaurant after restaurant .

Her belly starts yelling.

Reminding her of how hungry she is.

Sitting whilst it is lashing down with rain.

The poor girl begins her job.

Begging

Feeling ashamed, she sits on a bit of cardboard .

With a hat with a few coppers in it, lays in front of her.

people pass & go.

Now and then a passer by drops some shrapnel (coppers) into the hat,

A man drunk as a skunk passes  by then returns saying,

"here i will give ya £10 if  i can shag ya"

"No thanks"

She replies

But it keeps crossing her mind.

"ahhhhhh fuck you ,fucking slag"

Followed by spiting, from the disgusting man.

The cold and rain have taken there toll.

She begins to make her way home.
 But this time alone.

As her boyfriend of 4 years dies from a drug overdose.

She misses him so much.

She passes the places he & her whilst in a knot used to live.

Wearing worn trainers, blue jeans, & a black puffer jacket.

On she marches to get some chips with the copper and odd silver she got from begging.

She buys as many chips as she can.

And sits on a stool by the window.

Watching the rain poor down.

Chips finished.

Onwards to home.

Walking down a alley.

She grabs a mattress and throws it on top of a barbed wire fence.

She then scales the fence and uses the mattress to get over the barbed wire.

Hiding the mattress.

She continues to her home.

To her humble abode at last.

Climbing through,

God knows what.

Entering, she fumbles about looking for her lantern.

Ha ha got ya.

She lights a candle 

Enabling her to see better.

The lantern is lit.

And sleeping bag, which the church gave her .

Is quickly filled.

The rest of the home is made from cardboard.

Which by all means doesn't keep one warm in winter

But takes the edge off.

From a distance she can hear the man who offered her money for sex.

Has he followed her ?

"Here slag , still got that tenner, if you want to come and get it"

She lays thinking about that "10 and what she could get with it,

N o she says to herself, no,no,no

I'm not a prostitute.

Never have and never will.

After a while the man goes .

And the poor girl lays her head down 

To get some sleep,

She says goodnight to Steve .

The love of her life.

She misses him so much

Laying and thinking.

She falls asleep. 

Never to awake again.

Was it suicide, 

Did her body give up after a life of strife.

Was it hypothermia 

Or was it her heart.

Longing to be with Steve .

Did she pine away.

Leaving the town,

Without a frown.

Was it the £10 MAN.

sexually frustrated 

When she was found there was indications of strangulization

And also there was a £10 note.

TO BE CONINUED,,,,,,

Saturday, 8 August 2015

MY RELATIONSHIP WITH ALCOHOL

The beautiful lady.

I spot.

But not in return.

I have no confidence to assert myself,

And walk over to make conversation.

Instead i walk home..

The loneliest place in town.

To do the same old.

Sweep & mop and clean.

Sit watching tv.

But not acknowledging whats on the tele.

In a dase.

Heart is ablaze.

Plus hungry for the love we so, so need.

After a while the depression kicks in.

And every thing i love to do ,.

Flys out the window.

Sit there thoughts running wild.

Feeling drained and angry.

Blaming the remote control, that i dropped on the floor,

F-----g thing.

To the shop buy some alcohol.

Like paying a prostitute for sex (never done that).

The alcohol takes the worries & the pain away . (for a while).

And becomes my relationship.

What have i come to.

When the only relationship i have .

is with the silent killer.

Alcohol .

To be continued xx

Monday, 18 May 2015

LONELY STREETS

utopia247

Walking the lonely streets.

The man walks the same root.

Same paving stones.

Same lampposts.

Same walk.

Everything the same.

Part form the ciggerate buts .

And paper.

Plus the odd Tenner .

Blown about  by the wind.

Carrying, on he stumbles .

And lays on the grass.

The sky has beautiful  shinning .stars.

In his mind, thinking.

wouldn't it be amazing.

If only i had .

HAD.

A.

Wonderful lady.

By me.

But the man .

Still alone.

To this day..

Still ..

Walks .

Those .

Lonely streets.






Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Monday, 12 January 2015

Sorry for being Honest

utopia247

My secrets can be told.

I lie with the truth.

Shared what you said in confidence .

Broke the promises i made.

Believe the unbelievable.

Hand on heart, other on the bible,

Take the oath .

Only to spill an alibi

Which was fabricated all the way.

Sorry.

Say your sorry once more.

In a drunken rage, murder occurs.

I'm so sorry but i was out of it on alcohol .

An excuse.

Honestly i did lie.

I admit i am loyal.

To the word.

Have regretted my regrets.

Repent your sins .

But are you to ashamed...

Honesty is the key.

How far can ones honesty be..

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

utopia247

I sit on my old bed.

Of which is tatterd now.

The bed i used, whilst living with my mother.

Blimey all sorts of shit was brought back to this bedroom.

IE, POLICE, me coverd in blood, getting high,

As the world passes by

All that,

Feel content.

Anxiety levels, below 0.

11-16 pm.

No alcohol for a couple a weeks.

Proud feeling wraps round me.

Followed by thoughts of positive tracks.

Tracks of which i follow.

And surround myself with loving feelings.

Feelings i havent felt for couple years.

Peace of mind.

I allow myself to absorb the love spilt from my daughter.

Chatter box that she is .

Is my special girl .

keeps me going.

Please excuse me, jumping from hear to there.

Free flow.

Just write what pops to the mind.

Away we go.

A beautiful smile from lois.

I warm up.

Mental block.

Xmas 2 days away.

Then into 2015.

gOING TO WRAP THIS UP FOR NOW.

IT SHALL BE KEPT AS A DRAFT.

Good bye for now.

kind loving thoughts.

Shall hover .

Flow through us.

abide by us .

I wrap this up.

Wishing everybody a great xmas.

And a wonderful new year.

Much love to you all





Saturday, 9 August 2014

Dangerous thoughts.

utopia247

whilst sitting alone.

4 walls surround  me.

Suffocate me.

IF .

I allowed it.

The power of the mind.

I can break free.

from this mental.

Torture.

No one has to beat me up .

A i do enough of that myself.

The chit chat.

never stops.

ALL negative.

Thoughts run rapidly.

Across my mind.

Which leads to .

Anxiety.

Depression.

And so on.

MY home becomes a prison.

Projected from my .

Stinking thinking .

I challenge my thoughts.

BUT its not easy.

In my arm chair.

Cuddled up . by the arms of my chair.

I allow myself to think.

what i have in my life.

A lovely flat.

beautiful daughter.

loving family.

ETC ETC.



Balance my thoughts.

Break down the walls.

using my mind.

The prison i built around myself.

Is diminished.

I'm still sat in my cosy chair.

Walls disappear.

Its me flat on my chair.

The sky is blue.

The sun beaming.

As i relax .

Smelling the fresh cut grass.

That seeps .

Welcomed in through my window.

I'm relaxed.

Not disturbed .

Appreciate what we have.

As there is always .

Away to glory.




Sunday, 22 June 2014

BLINDED MIND

Feeling insane.

Below the poring.

Raine.

A mother to be.

Wishing for 3.

Back out at sea.

She misses me.

waves.

Break over me.

This way .

And that way.

Why .

can i not.

See.

The danger.

That lays.

Right in front.

Of me.



Friday, 30 May 2014

SITTING BY THE LAKE



The sun beams down.

as i lay.

on the damp grass.

not bothered by the damp.

As i look across the.

lake.

Carp swim close to the surface.

Lapping the suns warmth.

Sky..

So so blue.

not a grey cloud.

to be seen.

A slight cool breeze .

Keeps me cool.

A bee with its beautiful colour.

Working hard away.

Smell the mixed sent.

Flowers.

Grass.

Trees.

surrounded by leaves.

walk ways .

where people oftenly.

use the same path.

leads me into a.

labyrinth.

Trees.

this way and that.

Muddy walk ways .

Here, there,and .

every where.

time passes.

i leave the mixed walk ways .

Where I'm sure many get lost.

out in the open.

field up on field.

a rusty old.

hanger.

Tractors.

and a loud generator.

rattling away.

Sheep, cows .
etc, etc.

Birds fly land on branches.

i sit.

Roll a fag.

smoke it whilst.

looking around.

i feel content.

At one .

with the beauty about.

Nature .

Whilst I'm there.

Gives me a piece of mind.

(piece, of mind).

No .

PEACE of MIND.

GOD.

GREAT, OUT, DOORS.

Back next to the lake.

 A grass snake.

swims across the water.

With its lovely .

Gold coloured collar.

I'm put in a trance.

As i watch this beautiful .

Creature.

The sun says good by.

As it starts to rest.

Sky mixed with colours.

Blue, green, red,turquoise.

I'm up and off back home.

saying goodnight .

to such a beautiful.

sight .

good, night, god bless.

 for now.

i also must rest.

be assured.

i shall.

come back and vist you.

once again.

my.

Deer, deer.

friend .

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

LIFE CAN BE A STRUGGLE

life can certainly be hard

a struggle.

there is so much filth.

disgusting people.

most people are.

the most animalistic.

of all.

that drains .

this planet.

but then.

not all.

is sickening.

life can be beautiful.

this planet has alot to offer.

so why is there so much.

pain and misery.

caused by others.

maybe the way they were brought up.

Blame the parents ?

born with a mind.

that is sick .

Ill ?

what my eyes have witnessed.

Is enough to make most.

Vomit.

the robbing.

Thieving.

Violence.

to the extreme.

Drug abuse.

Etc etc.

things i have seen on TV.

Most religions at war.

Killing for land.

Money.

Sex.

partner has betrayed one.

and on and on.

i could be here for hours.

but don't want to bore you.

or sicken.

you.

Although there is.

beauty.

THE trees.

grass we lay on .

on a sunny day.

the Rivers.
that lead to the ocean.

the sea life.

flowers.

pure and true.

the moon.

controlling the rivers, tide.

is life what we make?

is life for some better off than others.

is it the hand we are dealt?.

way we are brought up?

Maybe no one knows.

maybe some think they know.

but what i know.

is that life can be.

truly a struggle.

Thursday, 24 October 2013

UTOPIA

Upon tenacious waters.

Pregabs carry us .

As we float, goat, and gloat.

But no greed.

Shall tear us apart.

Hover over utopia.

England.

Tears flood the river medway.

England.

Once great Britain.

Now contained.

Europeans, all kinds of race and religions.

No more England.

She is fading.

Over crowded.

Soon enough we squeeze.

But not with ease.

Pushed, shoved.

To the bottom of the white.

Englishman.

And English women.

Utopia, now a parallel platform.

I seek solitude.

Peace of mind.

Utopia is a safe, .

Full of pedigree.

English, Irish, Scottish, welsh.

Men and women.

That appreciate.

This beautiful island.

That is and always will be.

England...)

Sunday, 8 September 2013

lonely

Why so lonely.

So isolated.

Alone.

far to long now.

Shall i look beyond these four walls.

And seek the love.

I so so need.

I often catch the eye of .

beauty.

Is she looking toward me in disgust.

Or also in need of the love why all try and catch.

Why when i see such beauty.

Do i let it slip through my hands.

Full of anxiety.?

Or maybe excitement.

I look away.

Walk away .

Beating myself  up.

"you idiot why did you not assert yourself and make conversation. with such beauty."

Time after time i do it.

As she walks away.

I glare.

Look away.

Glare.

Walk away.

Why did i not. speak with such beauty.

So in need to be loved.

I picture.

Myself and a beautiful lady.
Free .

On a sun down beach.

laying.

cuddling.

hand in hand.

making love.

hearing her gentle voice.

Saying its alright.
.
I'm anxious.

She feels my nerves.

But its all ok.

we become one.

And nothing can get in our way.

together we are 12 foot tall.

romance.

Places.

We share together.

I look at her.

And feel like I've never felt before.

BUT now I'm on my own.

and cant find the love.

I so so need.

maybe.

its not meant to be.

Its not my time.

As time slips away.

I pray.

not to be alone much longer.

41 and .

AND.

So so  lonely.

Friday, 28 June 2013

LET US SEE SOME PORN ?

Nothing new.
nothing nude.
whats the time.
misses guess who.

Mr i have to tell you.
of the naughtiness.
fucked upness.
i once created.
The pornography.
sickened some.
small minded individuals.

But you Misess.
you know who you are.
as you entered.
entertained.

Whilst i strained.
the last drop .
of your goo.

I today shall share .
the video.
that you  and i misses.
made for fun.

now I'm out for the current bun.

Must i burn you.
share you.

let all see.

what a bad .

lady .

you have been ?

YOU TUBE. 
MR WIRED 247.
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Wednesday, 12 June 2013

LOSS OF MY BEST FRIEND

And he was just like.

A great full of love.

Full of life.

Gentle giant.

The whole of rusthall grange.

Has gone quiet.

Lost are your friends.

And loved ones.

Never shall i meet a man.

So caring so giving.

So far gone.

Are the days.

We spent.

Laughing and crying.

Ring ring.

My phone.

Rk pop down for a beer."

"BE 4 Min's my man."

Sitting and chatting..

the gloomy day away.

We shared our deepest feelings & thoughts.

Our demons spread out on the table.

Then we giggle.

As the alcohol slowly takes us away.

Away from the pain and misery.

That our demons have inbeded in us.

Together we were 13ft tall.

But now your gone.

And I'm left on my own.

I miss you so much my gentle giant.

Forgive my anger towards you.

I, as you know never meant it.

You will forever be in my thoughts.

In my heart.

I hope that one day.

I shall turn & look.

Over my shoulder.

And see plus hear .

Your laughter .

Forever more.

Please don't lay down to rest.

Be the man you know you are.

And keep on raving.

Keep a light on for me.

As i will be with you .

When my time is up.

And once i come up.

As you know.

I will never .

Ever.

Come back down.

Matthew Richardson.

Best friend.




Tuesday, 4 June 2013

THE HAIRY WOMEN

and the hairy arm pitted .

wo men.

with a beard.

tash

tattoos.

bad breath.

vomiting.

bile.

whilst.

carrots.

grew.

on her tash.

GOT A POUND.

NEED A BLOODY BEER.

well excuse me you sick fuck.

no i have no pound.

not for you any way.

she stretches.

arm pits in the air.

as the hair wavers .

in the midnight air.

just like a tree in a breeze.

then the stench.

as i yawn.

catches.

and i taste the renches.

stench.

i growl.

at this foal smell.

as i swallow.

the pen and ink.

projectile vomit.

rushes.#

through the stomach.

sprays up my throught.

and like venom.

splashes the minging women.

WHY ME. (the women asks).

why you what.

why knock me down.

with your sickness.

i have no sickness.

you sick fuck.

you hairy lipped .

work of god knows what.

you see the plot.

is.

the hairy women.

lets me know she loves me.

I'm shocked.

and as p.doherty says.

think that you know me .

your pissing me off.

yea you say that you .

love me.

why don't you fuck off..



Monday, 3 June 2013

feeling, looking worn out to much to talk about....

skin looks and feels.

worn out.

The scars.

bloating.

face bloated.

stomach with the barrel .

barrel grows.

and fulfils .

maintains.

haggard looking.

skin no longer taught.

and tight.

to many fights.

accident's.

age slowly.

catching up with me.

draining.

the once handsome .

body.

a carcus.

waiting.

maybe anticipating

excited.

as nature takes its course.

along with my once beautiful.

source.

carcus.

manipulates.

nature.

to gain its pleasure.

dot. dot. dot.........

A SAD TWIST ON LIFES JOURNEY

BEST FRIEND DIES

DO ALL I CAN TO SAVE HIS LIFE.
PARAMEDICS DO ALL THEY CAN.

POLICE DO ALL THEY CAN.

TO NAIL SOMETHING ON ME.
TREAT ME LIKE SHITE

WHILST IN THE CELLS.
ALL BECAUSE I LOST MY BEST FRIEND.
IN THE CELL.
GRIEVING THE LOSS OF A FRIEND.

WHO WAS SO CARING .
UNDERSTANDING.

NEVER SHALL I MEET A MAN.
A GENTAL  GIANT.
WITH SO MUCH LOVE TO SHARE.

I LOVE .

I MISS.

AND WILL NEVER FORGET THE GOOD TIMES.

WE SHARED.

I PRAY.

THAT ONE DAY
I WILL MEET.
MY GENTAL GIANT.

I WILL ALWAYS.
REMEMBER ALL THE HAPPY DAYS WE SHARED.
GOOD BYE
FOR NOW.
MY SPECIAL.
COLOSSUS.
FRIEND.

MUCH LOVE TO YOU .
AND PLEASE LOOK OUT FOR YOUR WONDERFUL
LITTLE GIRL
AND YOUR GREAT MUM.
REST IN PEACE.
OR PLEASE
KEEP
ON RAVING.

LOVE ALWAYS.
AND FOREVER.
KENNY MOORE


Sunday, 17 February 2013

DREAMS

I am walking alone.

When i see a couple walking towards me.

Over a green park.

"Kenny".

I hear.

Turn & look at the couple.

And am struck by elation.

Followed by emotions not felt for a very long time.

Hello.

Chrystal ann baird.

"How do you know my full name"

Chrystal asks.

She walks over to me.

Looking absolutely beautiful.

Stunning.

Chrystal looks me up and down.

I become uncomfortable.

And say.

Please don't get freaked out by what I'm about to tell you.

I know your full name as.

I don't know maybe another life time or something i cant explain.

Chrystal you & i.

Were lovers.

Best friends.

And engaged to be married.

Sadly you died at the age of 20 chrystal.

Chrystal and i sit chatting.

And all the feelings i had & felt.

Whilst chrystal was alive.

Came flooding back.

Then i cant breath.

I'm having a panic attack .

Then i awake.

With a tear rolling down my left cheek.

Such a powerful dream.

Or is it a sign.

I wish i knew.

But what i do know is

My love for 

chrystal ann baird shall never die.

R-I-P

Monday, 26 November 2012

ON the subject.

OF fuck knows .

FUCK ALL.

Excuse me.

Thanks.

You seem very forgiving.

And i appreciate that.

He wore a tailored hat.

Armani suit.

Shoes and all.

Most suited him.

Good, nice fit.

Thanks & ta la.

"Well fuck me.

Whered you crawl from.

You horrible looking sick fuck."

Cant Adam & eve it.

Why does he make it linger.

All to push & touch my boundaries.

"Don't push to far".

Dartmoor such a wonderful.

Gleaming.

Full of beauty.

Hell hole.

Of which  many try to burrow out.

If lucky (cant see it).

Where then.

Only one place.

Forget the fucking GRACE.

NO1.

Of this written load of bollocks.


Field upon swamp.

Upon swamp .

AND MILES MORE FIELDS.

Lanes of FUCK .

KNOWS WHERE.





Tuesday, 30 October 2012

UNTITLED

We create.

Heaven.

A warm room.

Back of the church.

People gather.

A cult ?.

Piece of mind.

Something to look forward too.

Hope.

The desperate find sanctuary & find there belonging need.

Some one to lean on.

BE there for.

From beginning till end.

As we slowly strip.

Chip away at.

Break down.

Heaven.

Are you for real..

The all white.

Fluffy fucking clouds.

Peace unity.

All love.

No more pain.

Floating about.

Fucking about.

Please please please.

Not today darling.

Thank you all the same.

Now please fuck off.










Thursday, 25 October 2012

A POEM I WROTE WHILST SITTING BY MY DYING FATHERS BED

  • Written by Kenny at his father’s bedside on Saturday 29th September 2012
    For my father.
     Ken Moore.
     I will cherish The fond memories We both share. In times of need You were there. 
    You daddy.
    Let me live my life as a Free Soul, Free Spirit.
     You never tied me down with so called boundaries of control.

    You made me right, through guidance and self knowledge, so I was never afraid to turn to you, when I had done wrong.

    I remember Butlins, swimming.

    The 800 metre race.
    Of which you were there cheering me on.

    Which carried me across the finish line as the winner.
    I was so proud as you were.

    Proud to have my father watch me win

    So many, too many, happy memories to count.
    And now you’re leaving.
     Not dying.

    As not one day will go past without you in my thoughts, you shall forever be with me.

    Through my heart.

    My heart will ache and mourn the loss of you daddy.
    But i know you will be going to a brighter much more loving place.

    I shall go to the places we both went to
    And sit and reminisce , as you father part the clouds and shine down.

    I know I have been a little bugger (as nan says).

    I have been the sour taste of lime.
    Whilst you made the sun shine just for fun.
    Me not frozen beneath no more.

    I love you Ken Moore.
    Who I can proudly say is my father.
    Love forever and always your son Kenny Moore. xxxxxxxx

    Saturday, 20 October 2012

    COOKING WITH RCK1

    Because shes the sweetest thing.

    The sweetest buzz in the world..

    Cook the sugar ( BROWN SUGAR OF COARSE).

    With some vit,c or citric acid.

    Let it cool down.

    Sprinkle some WHITE over the brown.

    Crush and stir the white.

    Filter please.

    1ml thank you.

    Take it up the motorway.

    And.

    And .

    All because shes the sweetest buzz in the world..