January 14th

The bigger plan, the wider picture
The longest mile, the sacred scripture
The simplest reason, the greatest cause
To try an iron out those 'human' floors.
Another pint of beer or glass of wine
to straighten out and redefine
The night befores booze and chips 
Are, in the morning, waiting on belly and hips.
There's no getting away, there's no denying.
I'm getting in deeper, the deeper I'm frying
Its getting confusing and more convolute
As I'm forced toward more veg and fruit
It's not about looks, it's all about soul
It's all about timings and portion control
Seeking out new ways to try and fix it 
Reading diet books with a tea and a biscuit
BISCUIT NO GOOD, CALORIE, BIG AMOUNT! 
But we all know, broken ones don't count
Ah, the dieters friend, the blinkered mind
Finding flaws and ways to stay blind
The thing we know whilst we are trying to lose it
Is, it’s all in our minds but we scared to use it. 
When dieting, it's hard to feel great 
Compounded by the extra burden and weight
Take big steps both physically and mentally
And your reach you goal, you know, eventually!

January 13th

Going forwards is not ‘simply’
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
It’s all there, way out ahead of me
I’m full of motivation blocking
I’m trying to walk but end up falling
My brain and mind are constantly brawling
I’m getting stuck by mental stalling
I’m continually self-knocking
I thought I had it, I thought I was there,
Bit nothing now except blank stare
I’m falling asleep in life’s armchair
I started to rock but now I'm rocking.
I thought I had it I thought I knew
How to plan the unlade path for you
I was aware of all the things to do
I'll stick with it until succeeded
The days that I miss will be far and few
I’ll state it now and vow renew
I’ll heed this warning and take my cue
As the kick up the arse I needed

January 12th

In the busying bustling of the morning commute
Stands a business man in his business suit
He's not bothered with a shoe or a boot
He can get there quicker in trainers.
He chooses pumps for travelling quickness.

The juxtapose is a joy to witness
He's the Mo Farrar in the land of business
They are his deal time gainers
He's the tie and sneakers top look rocker
He's the leather upper, man-made soul knocker.
His loafers lie low in London locked locker
He glows with yellow laces.
He makes other commuters look like gerbils
He'll get there quicker without feet girdles
all in his way he treats as hurdles
kicking dust in all their faces

January 11th

I struggle with every sentence, word and letter.

Thinking of how I could do it better

Wanting to delete each thing I write

I probably won’t but then again I might

It always seems that I could do more

Again my writing is becoming a chore

I'm getting lost in a familiar direction  

Seeking out my rhyming perfection

Maybe I should be a lesser goal setter

I'm thinking of how I could do it better

I struggle to with points I’d like to action

Constantly looking for any distraction

Spending ten minutes on whatever I can find

Ending the focus of my fragile mind

I struggle with every sentence, word and letter

And one day I’ll learn how to do it better.

January 10th

When tomorrow comes, will you have said all you can say?

Or will you be clinging on to the thoughts of yesterday?

When tomorrow comes, will you still be full of pride?

Or will you be holding on to the love you had that died?

When tomorrow comes, will you be standing at the station?

Surrounded by the fog of your alienation

When tomorrow comes will you look back upon you time

As moments filled with emptiness or happiness sublime?  

When tomorrow comes.

But today is here and is yet to be discovered

With the path that leads to victory still to be uncovered

Today is here and it is waiting for you now

You have to take a hold of what’s happening somehow

Today is here but it won’t be here forever

Think about tomorrow but live your life together

Today is here, time’s not yours to borrow

Make the most of now or start regretting life tomorrow

When tomorrow comes

January 9th

To try, is just excusing

And preamplifiers your faith in losing

You hesitate and prepare to fail

So you happily stay on your rail

But no good will come of you ‘trying’

You‘ll never get over your fear of flying

‘It’s too big’ you’ll say, ‘I’ll start smaller’

And pretty soon the rest have grown taller

Why settle for high when there is higher

Do you want to remain the good little trier?

Start out by having greater aims

And signify your bolder claims

It’s there to be done, so get on and do it

Try, as a verb, it time we withdrew it

People trying is beginning to bug my

It should only exist as a score in rugby

Let eliminate ‘try’ to just being a fable

And instead of trying you’ll just be able

You’ll no longer be known as the ‘nearly kid’

But the man, who said, he can and did

Change your mentally and to your surprise

Your ‘done’ will outnumber all of your tries

January 8th

She wakes up, just before the day

She makes up and gets on her way

She moves around the house, in her silent creep

A quiet as a mouse, to not disturb his sleep

Until I am able to see your face once more

Won’t you kiss me as you walk out the door?

He comes round when the alarm bells play

Stumbles into life in the regular way

He pours a cup, like the rest of the town

He’s up when they are up and down when they’re down

He starts to dream of home by about four

When he can kiss her as he walks through the door