Dear readers as I write this tonight I don’t know if I am going to be evicted illegally from my temporary accommodation. I don’t want to be forced back into rough sleeping. I have short term, medium term and long-term plans but they are nothing but pipe dreams without a permanent home. I wish those who control my life realised I’m not a thing to own. Problem is when you’ve spent a lifetime living below the “glass floor” you are conditioned to understand, know on a fundamental, almost genetic level, that others own you. BIGGEST PROBLEM The biggest problem though, and it breaks my heart that som ..read more

Well my good readers, the dark forces of the world managed to keep me away from your good selves for a while. But I’m back! What’s more I’ve started preaching in public at my Street Church. Have Bible will share God’s word Let me tell you what happened for the spiritual floodgates to break. First a reminder, my good readers. I was called to ministry in 2016. The calling was renewed in no uncertain terms last year, May 2020 during my time in London. Regular readers will remember me being given the World Prayer whilst bedding own near Trafalgar Square. It was a combination of missing the crack o ..read more

Readers how many times do I start a post apologising to you for not posting for a while? What can I say apart from sorry! Anyway its Tuesday so that means GoDogGoCafe challenge. And without further ado head into life with me and discovery the exciting developments. Normality BlockedInto Life Longing Waiting Blocked Trudging Smudging unsated Yearning Learning finds the strength And away Like a freight train slowly gaining speed Lumbering unstoppable juggernaut Breaking from the past Like the cat whose lived nine lives Stalks the tenth with care Pounces taking world unaware So we can choose to j ..read more

Readers we’ve made it to Tuesday which can only mean one thing. Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the GoDogGoCafe. This week the challenge is to write a poem containing the words “if we never”. I strongly encourage you to check out this online cafe, the dont bite. My poem is titled Spirit of God I’ll explain more after the poem. Spirit of God If we never looked outside We may think we’d be happy in our lives But the world has a way Of taking stuff away The bubble guaranteed to burst By the Spirit of God’s grace I fell out of my place I went outside And to my surprise Discovered the human rac ..read more

A treat for you this evening readers. I’m currently waiting for a friend then I’ll be hiding better than usual as the man who threatened to kill me yesterday has been released. So in the spirit of #VictimsFirst some short poems, limerick style, from the same inspiration fountain as Victims First and #OtherLivesMatter In Search of Hate If your looking for hate You dont have to wait Round every corner it lurks With smiles and lies And dagger filled eyes Just watch how the commenters curse You dont look like us YOUR BANNEDWhich Bus Route? There are places I’m told to go Who’s location I just don ..read more

In a World full of hate Why must we wait For deaths to fill us with rage Black Lives Matter All Lives Matter But some are still used as slaves So let’s open our hearts So selfish fears can depart Let intelligence take the stage Change Black Lives Matter To Others Lives Matter And enter a world free from slaves May Peace Prevail on EarthBlack Lives Matter I’ve been a big supporter of the #BlackLivesMatter BLM movement since the beginning. George Floyd’s death very rightly has shaken the world. The reality of institutional racism is now at the forefront of the worlds conciousness. Long may this ..read more

Apologies readers for disappearing, my phone was lost after an official placed their hand in my rucksack. I’ve been punished enough already for suggesting that this constitutes theft. Yes the rules of the destitute world of homelessness are very different from the world, I hope you inhabit, my good readers. My second apology is to the baristas at GoDogGoCafe for being a day late with my Tuesday Writing Prompt submission. I can tell by the way they are looking at the clock and hovering around my virtual table they want to slink off to wherever online Baristas go after hours. Baristas understand ..read more

Readers I haven’t got much battery and I’m back in the city that feels most like home. Its not a big city more like a town but you get in trouble for saying cities are towns. This poem I wrote a few weeks ago in the big smoke of London. It’s based on real events. The poem is about people standing by in fear. Being a bystander. A McGregger head held highBe a Bystander It said please Phone the police A rabid beggar By the station Please it said Phone the police It looked scared Tired, dirty, bags Messy hair, struggling Please police, it said I was scared Better stay safe Better stand by Better w ..read more

It’s Tuesday which means it’s the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from Go Dog Go Cafe. I don’t know what it is but their prompts always seem to match the mood of the unspoken words of my soul. Perhaps it’s just the beautiful dreamer in me and hopefully in you as well my dear readers. (Yes I do care about you, my readers, very much.) Golden beauty Beautiful Dreamer Their weapons are more than words Sharp knives match sharp tounges Slash for slash Blood for tear flow But still they never reach Treasures loved, locked, lasting Pure and whole Shine with a glory Gradient as a lighthouse Beauty of ..read more

Readers today your in for a treat. Recently whilst away on work matters. Yes I am classed as a key worker and no I’m not at liberty to disclose the exact nature of my work. I happened to catch Paddington and Rupert deep in conversation. Below is a true account of the encounter. I’ll give an update on my life and our times at the end of this post. Paddington and RupertThe Encounter “Hello can I sit with you? You look like a nice person.” “What does your mother say? By the way I’m not a person I’m a bear” “Sorry Mr Bear I hope my mistake didn’t cause hurt. My mum is watching over there.” The chi ..read more