Elliot Hoyle

© Elliot Hoyle 2005

Sitting here I contemplate

Sitting here I contemplate

Never knowing what it is to be late

Being calm and chilling out

Makes me know I'm not missing out

Occasionally I will move for food

Or I'll go and see my mate ‘the dude’

If it rains ill jump up high

For dinner comes out when the droplets fly

Bouncing off the plants and leaves

Draining down of all the trees

And flys come out when its raining

My favourite delicacy I'm yearning

The rain will stop eventually then the sunshine I'll see

That was the only fun for me

So I'll just sit here and contemplate

Never knowing what it is like being late

If I Were There

If I were there

Where would I be?

Far away from here I'd say

I'd sit and chill

Smoke some trees

Watch people go about their day

Where do they go?

What do they do?

Do they even realise?

With jobs they despise

And they hate their wives

Is that really life?

They watch their lives

And analyse why and where it went wrong

All they really needed to do

Was take a hit from my bong

Oh I don’t know where did it all go wrong?

That Bird

That bird reminds me of a bag of green

Perfect on the outside form

But dangerous in the middle

It loves you one minute and not the next

Surprises you with its strange effects

But once you have tried it dried it and worn it out

You'll never live a day without

I Hang my Head

I hang my head heavy today, not knowing what really to say

I remember my life before this moment,

Pain, suffering and full of torment

Anguish, lies, crime and more crime

Its really a miracle I've not done more real time.

In and out and try not to leave any traces

Which often lead to many court cases

Solicitors, Judges and Magistrates

All of which inspire my hate.

They jog memories I don’t like being jogged

Memories of myself I always try to block

Memories of tears shed and families breaking, crying over emaciated babies

Needles, blood and running until I faint in search of that elusive brown paint.

With veins all swollen expanded and soft

She bites in to take her shot

As fast as oxygen from the bloodstream to the brain

Now I feel no more pain.

For hours I sit in suspended animation

Hoping I'll wake to a different situation

But all my hopes are dashed once more

As I wake to see my cold dark floor.

The day dawns with sickness and sweat

The mirror lies, that’s not me there

An unrecognizable face returns my stare

Engulfed in self loathing with every new day dawning.

Shameful acts to feed your hunger

Which was easier to do when I was was younger

The cycle will start again don’t doubt it

Unless you have the strength to take yourself out of it.

Weeks and weeks of feeling shit

Dreaming of that one last hit

Sickness, sweat and fits of pain

In weeks to come you’ll feel the same.

But time will pass

And bodies can heal

You realize the world has massive appeal.