Sammy's blog on www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com One day... http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/mp3/4620/4620_rss.xml Can't Drive, Don't Drive This is just a kind of prose I wrote, I'm just thinknig out loud really, so I don't imagine it flows very well, and there's no sense of structure, but I really like the idea of writing and not knowing where the next sentence or next word even is taking you, there's a real freedom in that I think. In any event, the earlier revelation about my non-driving abilities put me in mind of a certain occassion when, on passing a car with blacked out windows, I happen to check my reflection, who doesn’t? Anyway, a tired out, but menacingly deep cockney voice uttered, from some unseen vantage point “you planning on robbing me car son, ay?” He seemed cheery enough for someone confronting an apparent car thief, but the “ay?” threw me a bit, like it was an actual inquiry that required an actual response, I’d have to engage in some form of conversation, so I ventured “I don’t know how to drive mate, let alone drive a car without keys and some kind of step by step instruction manual.” Pausing momentarily to gage how his reaction, before adding that any such attempt would result in the most pathetically slow and more to the point agonisingly embarrassing get away the world of car pilfering has ever known. To the point where I couldn’t help but envisage the sight of myself, after failing to get to grips with actually making the car move in any other way shape or form, having to get out of the car and attempting to push it to its new home, wherever that may be, I haven’t a garage and parking a stolen car outside your parents house seems frankly ludicrous. On the other hand I mentally made the assertion that whilst attempting to push the car away from its rightful owner, it might refuse to move, a quick calculation of possibilities ran through my mind “you’re too weak”, this seems too honest for a self fabricated fantasy, “the car won’t move for you it’s not your property”, but that seemed a little too ‘Herbie-ish’, “This is Gods work”, but then I thought if he hasn’t got involved in anything so far, I doubt the thief of a clapped out old banger is going to induce Gods wrath, that left me with “you’ve left the handbrake on”, or rather failed to take it off. I should say I was impressed that I’d accumulated sufficient knowledge to offer an alternative reality to the fact that I consider myself too weak to push a car along or indeed that it was Gods will that I not move this particular car. Feeling a tad self confident and now blissfully assured as to my handbrake knowledge, I felt more readily willingly to offer self deprecating statements in order to appease the situation, I utter “I don’t even know how to use the handbrake mate!” With this he allowed himself a belly chuckle, presumably feeling superior, and I went along my way thinking "Ha, the joke's on you, the handbrake is the only thing I do know". However that merely brought back the time I started my mum’s car, as she left me in the passenger seat to retrieve something from indoors. How quickly the seat belt is removed is testament to the thrill that comes with seating in the much coveted drivers seat, the seat of power. How was I to know it was in gear? Handbrake? Where's that? What does that do? It jumped forward and I came within an inch of a heart attack, and trying desperately to calm myself, I attempted to push the car back the four inches or so it had moved, so as it wasn’t so precariously close to the no doubt expensive rear bumper of the black cab that had at first been a comfortable distance away. Mum didn’t notice so I thought, as you do, no harm no foul, but with one lesson learnt, never attempt to drive a car. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Can't Drive, Don't Drive Some thoughts These are just bits and pieces of my thoughts.
I was a heaven sent adolescent,
Never left the gloom of my bedroom,
Afraid to expose myself to love,
Afraid to do the kind of things
Someone else might be ashamed of.
Saw my world enchanted
Spirits and charms filled the air
Always took it for granted
That Iwas the only one there.
But by black magic you have shown
a world much brighter than my own.
With all kinds of tricks,
Much more than I'd ever known,
To feed desires,
And how they've grown.
TrulyI’m under your spell
You’ve worked it, and all so well
So now, what’s real and what’s true?
Was I made upfrom dreams of you?
The working class are a Mystery
To the members of the gentry
Suburbs and towns drenched in Fear
There’s no compassion, so now shed a tear
The power base, without a clue
It tries to lie, to deceive you
The capitalist, makes his threats
Makes his money from others debts,
Then offers me a real big loan
All I have to do, is sign away my Home.
 http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Some thoughts Compassion, Capitalism and Confidence.
Compassion, that’s what people need. I’ve always been compassionate, even as a young boy.I’ve always tried tobe aware of my emotions, and why I’m feeling a certain emotion, if not aware, at least curious, I’ve always been a thinker/loner, so I’ve always been ever so conscious of other people’s emotions, and I’ve never liked doing anything to upset anyone ever since I first discovered how it feels to be upset.And it’s not because I’ve always been soft or whatever, it’s due to the fact that I’ve never felt the need to make other people feel bad to make myself feel good, or to a lesser extent keep people down so I can rise, I just feel if you’re aware that’s what you’re doing, it ruins it for you anyway.I just hate the idea of unfairness and people feeling anything other than happiness in their lives, because this is their life and they only get one (although I’m curious about reincarnation and after life) and why should they have to waste it being sad, or being poor, or being oppressed or being bullied or anything.
Capitalism, is it me or does it bringsus down, make competitors out of us all, but it's not a competition that has winners.Capitalism for capitalisms sake I mean.This society of oursis troubled, and it’s only moving further away from the natural order of things. Today’s is a throw away culture, you’re made to think everyone should want to be rich and famous, and escape; escape from the mundane, reality and responsibility. It is not enough to just want to be happy and make those around you happy, or just trying to be the best human being you can be?
Confidence. I like the way confidence is important, so you have to act confident, but if we’re all acting so confident what the exactly is the point.People seem to think that that person acting confident has no problems and so of course will take away or make less, all the problems that they personally have, obviously this doesn’t happen, you end up sharing your problems, or make each other’s worse, or if you’re lucky together you can rid each other of you problems and find happiness, but it that case is it the problems you share, or the confidence you seek? Like say if we accept that everyone has things about their body they don’t like, then what’s with this ultra appearance based superficial society we’re happy to live in?Maybe it’s just there to fuel consumerism.No one’s going to buy as many products or clothes if looks don’t matter, if it’s what’s on the inside that counts.But I hate that thing were people say, “I’m not into looks, but it’s the world we live in” that seems like such a cop out, the same way no one takes responsibility for anything, no one has compassion anymore, compassion or kindness is seen as a weakness, I think people are under tremendous pressure to be different or trendy or special in some way other than by just being themselves. Which is really all you can be isn’t it?
 http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Compassion, Capitalism and Confidence. Human nature
“In short, they see their own attributes and others' flaws through a magnifying glass. No wonder their vision of the world is so distorted.”
You could say the same thing about all religions, and the same can be said for most people in general.Most people will see more of ‘other’ people’s flaws while perceiving themselves to be, not flawless, but at least ‘a goodie’, on the side of right, or on the right side rather.
We must always remain aware that religious people are just people after all, and are capable of the same ignorance, insecurities and fears that tend to lead to prejudice as anyone else, only they are identifiable by affiliation so their views are not challenged on such a personal level.If an atheist stands on a box and screams aloud their hatred of gay people, the first response would be “why does it concern you?” Perhaps through a personal experience or through lack of knowledge general prejudices have grown and through other reasons, mental, emotional and social, he or she comes to be standing upon a box in the middle of a park. A religious person on the other hand need not fear that their own mental or emotional state may be challenged, their prejudices de-constructed to find the root cause, since the concept of organised religion has evolved over generations, it has continually adapted to socially acceptable views, or rather distanced itself from totally unacceptable views. However the same religion by which one person enjoys a spiritually fulfilled life, another uses to attack others for all too human reasons, justified by the supposed supernatural.Some people cherry pick general ideas from many faiths, after any moderate amount of reading one can generally find many faiths elude to beliefs and principles that ring true and chime with ones own philosophy of life.Whilst on the other hand some people cherry pick phrases or verses to suit their own ends. Either way in any religion today followers are cherry picking from religious text the things to believe, discard, take literally or take metaphorically.Why is one sin preferable to others when it comes to a bit of bashing?Why not attack those who fail to observe the Sabbath?
I think for religion to be truly embraced as a force of good we need to confront all it’s ills at root level and weed them out.Weed them out through dialogue and logical argument.Surely if it can be demonstrated that a certain prejudice was born out of these certain circumstances in human history, these are the reasons for it, than such a prejudice can be disregarded.
“In Rotterdam we have third-generation Moroccans who still don't speak Dutch, oppress women and won't live by our values." There was, it seems, no gay-bashing or sexism in Rotterdam before the Moroccans came.”
This is a different argument I feel, one that has social relevance to any major city, where immigration, the movement of peoples, has been common place throughout history.Only now it is on a larger scale and is largely unmanaged and unorganised. To immigrate to another country, you should not necessarily need to share the same core values as the current occupiers, but you should at least be willingly to learn and embrace the language of the indigenous people.
Of course gay bashing and sexism existed in Rotterdam before Moroccans came, since people had been living in Rotterdam long before Moroccans came.No one should be excused their actions purely on the basis of their faith or origins, this separates them from others, and encourages a ‘them and us’ mentality that invites ignorance, insecurity and fear.
http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Human nature Turmoil Well, the thing is, there's was this girl, she was younger than he, he being me, me being 23, well nearly, and after fleeting glances on the commute and getting to the train station just in time day after day to chat to her on the way, well we exchanged emails, and decided to meet up on asaturday and spend the whole day together, just walking around London town talking, joking, flirting and eating sweets. We had a brief encounter in a quiet place, and I started to think of her as an emotion and not just a pretty face. Of course, this was butthe honeymoon, for all too soon, the darkness falls, my endless emails, of utter waffle give way to too many missed calls. And I have nothing to say, so I say I'm bored, but really I just can't stand to be ignored. And so in a mood most black and dreary, feeling forlorn,weakand weary, I enquire, as is my desire, to discover if she be part of my destiny, I utter, "Do you like me?" Oh boy, you're turmoil's new toy! What a twat! What kind of question is that! She said she did, what else could she say, but I doubt I'll hear from her today, or tomorrow, at least I'm at peace, content with my sorrow. And then it's uncomfortable, bumping into her on the train, I could avoid it, but I'm running late again, and not on purpose now. I know, well I think, she doesn't dislike me, maybe she did like me a bit, but now I've managed to curtail that idea and she'd be forgiven for not wanting to hear from me again. I guess it's just the way things are, people are not how they seem from afar. You know when you just think, if I could only speak to you honestly for a little bit, without distractions, I'd explain that I'm not paranoid or totally insecure, maybe I lack a bit of confidence and could get out more, but I'm really nice person, I've been upset before so I try not to upset anyone, I'm quite funny at times and I've got a really good imagination, it's just I've not adapted to social norms, I don't know what to do in certain situations, when should you text after a date, or should you call, should you invite the person out for a drink, if they say they are busy should that be taken as a hint, or a polite rejection? Why is it such a big deal to say, hey, look, I like you, do you like me? It's quite nice and general, you can say anything to that, like,yeah I do let's go for a drink or something, or you can say, sure I do, but not in a romantic way, let's justbe friends ay? Or you could say, well I thought I might, I enjoyed meeting you that first day,it was fineand I imagined we'd go out again sometime, but then you went all weirdand I thought you were a bit of a freak! Next time, the thing to do, don't start liking them, until they like you! http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Turmoil Beware the Hooded Glare The urban park, where no child plays, after dark, adults are afraid, to go, for it's filled with those they do not know, it's a jungle out there, so beware, of the hooded glare, men and women in suits beware of the hooded glare. He will rob you of all your money, make a video, to show his mates who'll say he's so terribly funny. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Beware the Hooded Glare Feelings Waiting for your call, I've given love my all, and yet as much as I hate to, try, I'm awaiting you're call, I'm waiting for my queue to cry. Please don't take it personally, I'm sorry, but I never cared for you, please don't take it personally, I never knew you, you never knew me, so let's not take each other so seriously, and please don't take me personally. Just leave me alone yeah, that's what you said, and it rings around in my head, I may, but then I might, jump down your mobile phone tonight, I might creep up while no one's home, oh what a sickening sight, the darkness of the night, reflected in your heart, for me, and swells with tides of your self doubting sea of insecurity, perhaps you're too smart for your own good, have you ever read the things I've never said, I really think you should. Sweet seventeen, so young, thus far unseen, so seldom dumb, so smart, such a common work of modern art, I like the way you look, you've plenty of appeal, but where's your performing seal and sad faced clown, don't you see the circus is in town? I want you with me in my heart, I want my very own piece of modern art. Behind this head of thin hair, lives a mind, sweet, confused and kind, see me, I'm sensitive and I'm trying as hard as I can but you won't understand, you're too blinded by your own insecurities to even notice me, and mine, mine are so very real, I feel divine, most of the time, look at me, what do you see, more than I? Listen to me, tell me what you hear, is it more than I feel? I'm still me, filled with unique insecurity. All these thoughts I have, I'm so unsure of, all these worries I create, I'm not sure why? I'm so very self obessed but that's ok, because everyone else is anyway, I can consider your feelings and let you go, but I'm in such such a rush, I don't mean to cause a fuss, I just can't wait to take things so slow, and so I wait for you to go, I am a coward, but I lie, when I said you once made me cry, that was just another little lie, I am the only one who can make me cry, but I don't mind, say what you like, to each favourite friend, it was only the way I was feeling just at the time, and you were never honest with me anyway, so now say what you want to say, I know I go about things the wrong way, but that's just because I'm on my own today, it doesn't mean I'll always be feeling that way. Hide from the feeling swelling up inside, block them out, go to a place were you can not be heard, and shout, at the top of your lungs, wake up the masses and the young one's, wake up the country that is so very tired, inject a passionate feeling of compassion and don't get talked down to in the big debate, for you know where you come from and where you're trying to go, is this still a united kingdom, I don't know? So let's shake a fist at the idea of monied bliss, I still empty with my balance is full, so buy buy buy, goodbye to my kingdom, I don't know, where I want to go or what I want to do, all my thoughts are dwelling on you, and I still don't know who you are, I lost you in the backseat of his car. I never realised how much I demised you, until I left you alone. I never knew how much I loved you until you stayed at home, in the daylight, I said something I shouldn't have said, I didn't mean, a single thing, but now I'm dead, to you, and I know there'll be another you, but I wanted a lover who, would be stronger than me, I'm so weak, I hardly have the stomach to eat, but I brave the day, and when I see your stupid face, I'll smile and say "hey, how are you, it's been awhile." and you'll give me an icy stare, but at least you'll know I no longer care. I'd like to drop to my knees, and repay a girl who only liked because she thought I was half japanese, she's so easy to please. I'd like you to drop to your knees, you've mistaken me for somebody, please don't ask why, seriously, I might go ahead and just cry. Don't worry your little head of thin hair, else you'll find it ends up bare, please don't worry, to me it all seems so very funny, if no one can see that then just say, matter of factly, for you, to love, doesn't come so easily. I've become incredibly confused, I have that feeling of being used, and my body lies alone, abusesd, on your words I have mused, and now I find myself desperately confused. I am the last, in a rather long list, of those who you'd like to give a kiss, too shy, why I, would lay myself bare, smile as you stare, in front of the entire college class, and I'd cry if you'd only ask. So now you go, to and fro, the headboard bangs, mattress spring pangs, squelching and wet, what is that noise, please no more toys, oh how i wish we'd never even met now. I was hurt by the way you turned away, when I drew near, I couldn't understand your fear, but I had mine, and I felt like fear was such a waste of time. But still you go, so I walk slow, but fuck you to, I know people who, are so much better than you. Of course, it's a matter of choice, but there's so little control over these things that we don't know. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Feelings all too soon I've waited ever so patiently, for someone out there to notice me, all quite and rather shy, if I only looked the part I could die, for my art. I'm sorry I'm running late mate, once again, I've been let down by the train. I intended to be slightly on time, but there's all these clowns on the jubliee line. Sorry girl, I saw you again, and I couldn't stop, looking cool, meet me after school, when you eventually get there, let me show you how little I can care. Does anyone even care, that we feel alone when they are not there,or at home, just sit and stare, and think of asking you out for a drink, again, but on second thoughts let's not go there, it justblocks out the pain, for a while, and you're only a number on a dial. I know what I feel if not what I think, and frankly I felt rather ill during ourlast ever drink, and when I fade into the background, you'll swoon, and yet all toosoon,I won't make a sound. The milkman's been he says, he comes too soon on saturdays, and he's delivering thin air, there's no milk out there, the little shit down the road, has done exactly as he's been told and made off with it. On the way to school, in our developing years, we ventured too far and broke the unwritten rule, but overcame our fears, the milk we stole from doorsteps provided nourishment and resentment in equal measure, for the coffee was black for the ladies of leisure. Black coffee tastes like punishment and I lament the stealing of old ladies milk, such a sickening crime for young men of our ilk. Yet we felt divine, weclever swines, we with time on our sides, andlove in our eyes. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/all too soon Fear Fashion I live in a town, that is slowly being dragged down, by fear, the clothes that we wear, have become a identity, a suit of armour, for our insecurity, free me from your hooded glare, look at me, stand and stare, I am so different from you, you wear a trainer, I've gone for a shoe, what does that mean, what does that say, can a t-shirt even be gay? Look at me, stand and stare, question your thoughts, and see yourself there, the clothes that we pull off the shelves, are only for ourselves, what can they say, is my t-shirt really gay, oh well, you have your way, but I will have my say, with a pen in hand, I'll help you understand, come closer my dear, free yourself from fear, then they will follow you, and they will copy you, and do the things you do, and how they will swoon, for your creativity, but don't grow up too soon nor lose your sensitivity. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Fear Fashion Crime You should really have gone swimming that day, now the little one's pay, you really should have gone to the reserviour that day, and now the innocent pay. You really shouldnever have gone tochurch at all, or you should have become a nun, found yourself, a different breed of fun, you really should have been stronger, in your mind, that was your very first crime. An eye for an eye, but not when it's me, when it's me, give me twenty hell mary's. See, I am sick, I am ill, and there is no pill. For I am sick and I am ill, an eye for an eye, oh how I long to die. Gain some control, maintain your brain, or you'llbecome insane, least that's what they say, and when you look at them, they turn away, oh take some control, gain some control, it is your only life,sodont play with that knife, no,don't play a role, try to take control. He waits, and waits, and loves and loves and hates, and lies that he never cries, sings songs that make himfeel like hebelongs, meets a girl today, and a whirl wind blows the sinned away. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Crime Away today She is not mad, a little sad,slightly bored, perhaps she feels ignored, she is not ill, please stop prescribing her pills, she was not ill, she was not mad, perhaps she was, a little sad. Have a chat with me, and tell me of your worries, tell me you feel ugly and the world seems to have no meaning. Oh my dear, this is adull feeling, it is mundane,you are not ugly, you are the same as me, and we'll bevery happy now, and I will tell you how, we'll break the chain of modern strain, we'll break the chain, and end the pain, it is not that we are mad, it's just we've been a little sad. We've spent too long alone, watching the phone, not leaving home, we've spent too long alone, and thinking too much is such a dangerous game, but if you step outside your brain will see that you are free to be happy. They'd have us think we're ill, they'd have us live on a pill, each with they're own will, they know they will, newspapers write what they think you think, people think what they read, people drink and bleed, people think what they read is for real, people think themselves ill. I think all the time, the worldI occupy is mine, I live within the confines of my mind, oh oh oh, ohI, live within my mind most of the time. I think depression is the key, it never really bothers me. I know I should go out and play, I said I would yesterday. I know I should go out and play,smile for awhile andmake new friends today. I said I would just yesterday. But then I fear, what I hear, maybe I'm ill, maybe I could go on the pill, maybe it's true, this crazy world, doesn't seem to bother you, maybe it's true, maybe I'm depressed, maybe I'm just, self obsessed. But everyone wants to be different, and read and watch, and do, nothing, I read and watch, I hear the cheer but I do not play, although I said I would just yesterday. Everyone's got to be, free from insecurity, but I know I'm ugly, and this world will reject me, I know I'm alone, and soon I will have to leave my home, I know I'll die alone, but I will not be sad, because I'm mad, they say I'm mad, I must be mad, if I'm not mad, am I just sad. I could be like everyone else, but I make them be themselves, and then I see, they are just like me, filled with insecurity,no onecan comfort me. Burn me at the stake, I am a fake, burn me at the stake, I am a fake, I am not mad, I am not ill, I have never taken the pill, I am not sad, I am loving doubting every single thing, nothing really means anything, everyone lies, everyone cries, and everyone lives and dies. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Away today It's all relative Oh I need a better job, I need to shut my gob, I need to find a love, I need to rise above. I'm too introspective, but as we know, it's all relative.
When you’re middle class, it’s quite exciting, visiting hackney marsh,
When you’re middle class, it’s quite nice to just to sit on your arse.
When you’re middle class, or in between, when you’ve got dough,
You know what I mean, is it quite alright to have a heart of glass?
When your working class but you can’t find a job, everything’s quite exciting, and if it’s in vogue, they’ll do as they’re told, and you’ll find it rather funny,
You’re bent up truth of a troublesome youth, is a form of social currency.
And if you’re like me, you’ll try it and see, that it’s a game of one ups’manship,
Just because you are poor, they’ll look at you in awe, and think themselves so hip.
And I’ve got mates, with whom I go on dates, and we never really get on,
We talk around life and in between lies, I can tell by the fear in his eyes, he’s the type that carries a knife.
And if you agree to sleep with me, in the morning I’ll wake you up early, I’ll make you tea, three sugars my dear, that’s how we do things around here, besides, you’ll need the energy.
We’ll probably skip breakfast, gotta get out fast, maybe per per per pick up a penguin on the way, try keep it down, just one a day, we’re on the road by 8am attacking the still fresh morning.
Please don’t cling to, this leather jacket,I got it from Hackett, and it’s really rather dear, you see round here, it’s a full time job, I mean I could write a book, on how you are seen, and how to get that I’m a soapy little fucking cunt tramp look. Shop on regent street says, “Bring in your old work jeans” they’ll pay you 25 bucks, so you did coz being broke sucks, then they go and put em on show, and 75 quid is all that it take for richy to hide the money he make. It’s a competition, you’re poor I’m poor, you’re poor, I’m a bore, I’m rich, you’re rich, I scratch when you itch.
See I am evolving, my doors are revolving, and I’m slipping through the net, make my mark still yet, take my lot, remind us all what we’ve forgot.Don’t wear my class on my sleeve, don’t wanna sit on my arse, so get up and leave, do what I like, with my life, don’t wanna fight, with no knife, I get kicks, from rich and poor, there’s a whole lot of pricks coming through the door, gotta get out fast, this town is coming down and it’s crushing the working class.
Stand on your feet coz I’m too tall and you’re too small, no scratch that, reverse it, you’re acting such a cunt and you don’t even rehearse it!
We are not all scientists, drugs are not about fuck all, it’s a symptom, of what we’re feeling, and this feeling, won’t be leaving, til you smoke smoke, choke choke, pipe up, shut up, fell down, slight frown, fall down, get up and cry “I’m alive! Oh I’m alive! I wish I’d die!”.
 http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/It's all relative Ode to an Automobile Glistening in the sun shine, oh how I long for you hun, I think about you all the time. Such a thing of beauty, shinning so very bright, men hear the call of duty, as you glide past in the night. The open road your temptress, you laugh as cameras flash, I'll cover you in silk dress, andfor you spend my cash. Yet some say what's underneath means so much more, they see washing as a chore. As they run their hands all over your body, they call you names like "dingey, shoddy", they don't love you, the same way I do. They think only of practicality, they are those who hail mortality, or it would seem, in my day dream, that theirs is a rigid choice of reality. And yet I see, as my heart aches, you'llperform and purr, but for my mates, how could you, inflict such a slur, and I thought so highly of you too, now my love, beyond repair, and so I'll summon the strength to sling you on the scrap heap, that or I'll trade you in, for something cheap. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Ode to an Automobile Ode to a pigeon Go on mate, I whisper, she want's it now, before anyone else comes, why are you going round in circles, are you blind, she wants you too, pounce, she's not flown away, but soonshe will anyway. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Ode to a pigeon Strolling Southbank London's a scary place, aside from the obvious, the knife crime and the rat race, there's the London Bridge experience, the Dungeon, and getting cartered off to The Clink, it really makes you stop and think, jut how lucky you are, to live so far away, out just for the day. It rained so hard the statue of the devil grabbed the money box and walked off down the Southbank, a sudden shower of hailstones cooled the coffee I'd barely drank. So many faces I past, I notice their feet shuffling fast, alot of empty beds, in passages ways, cardboard duvets, while away the days, occupants evenly stretched out along the riverbanks,happy people hand themsome changeto hear their thanks, by the city pier, I offered mylittle tubof sweeties, bobby's, tastequite good, anyway here's also two pieces of gold, and "thanks mate" I'm a star, or so I'm told. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Strolling Southbank As I please Want a person I can pick up and put down as I please, somebody to drop to their knees, when I enter the room, a warm clammy hand meets me, and it's their pleasure to greet me. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/As I please Natural Love Your love warms me, your shine makes me glow, you keep me alive and still find time to make others grow. Your shine makes me glow, you make the flowers grow. As for the sea, well, you know how you cleanse me, quench my thirst, provide for me, everything and when I nearly drowned, I thought of you first. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Natural Love Hands of time Behind you, hangs the clock, only I can see, the hands, they are dragging you faster and faster, away from me. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/Hands of time stop the world tonight When you request my image, I send you every pose and even one's were I'm wearing my 'best' clothes, want you come out to play, it's raining and I've nothing planned for today. So answer my call, I'm ready to fall, in love with you, just let me know you want me to. If I request your permission to have a little cry, don't blush, it's just I saw the way you looked at me and I could not work out why. Help me, hold me, your all I ever wanted, at least right now, all I can think of is how to get you to agree to sleep with me, as we make out in an old university, on an empty saturday, barely there but fully fighting fit, raring to go, she still doesn't know, she wants it, but she must be the star of the show. Yeah I like books, she reads, I love beads, I'll put to one side my needs, plus I admire passion, enjoy fashion, should it please, I'm gripped by insecurity, do anything just to appease, I'm self obessed and brimmed with sensitivity, go on, now it's your turn, suprise me. I can't be cool around you, I can't be myself, I can't play one of my roles, I can't be like one of your stuffed rag dolls, but I want to, I just want you, I admire you, I feel like I wish I was as perfect as you, but I can't say that, coz then you'll think I'm such a prat, but I just like you, so much it sort of hurts, I think I see you, and in my head, fireworks, flase alarm, back to myself, back to the calm, only to seek you out again, at present a not so friendly friend, but if all goes well, and you buy what I'm trying to sell, then you'll soon swoon, and hold me so tight, we'll wish we could stop the world tonight. http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/stop the world tonight tax man The Tax man, speaks to me, in financial termonology, treats me like another customer, number 14 million 2 hundred thousand and 3, demanding money, he knows I've not got, the tax return, I forgot, had to be done, oh isn't capitalism fun! http://www.fullmoonemptysportsbag.com/blogs/Sammy/tax man