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