Saturday, April 30, 2016


I'm finding it hard to

Why can't I

It won't let me

I just wanted to

Everyone else can

I'm afraid to

I've forgotten how to

Please help me to

You're not helping me to

You said you'd help me to

You won't let me

Just Let Me


- Richard Derbyshire

Monday, June 09, 2014

Over There, Over There!

Not a care, not a care!

It's just another thing happening... over there,

A mix of races separated from their travelling cases,

Foreign faces in distant places,

My my, what silly hats they wear, what's with all that facial hair? 

Look at how they stand and stare!

It doesn't really matter, we don't care, it's always happening to someone else, over there.

That'll never affect you & me, living oh so happily, in our lands of the free, hurry up my dear, turn that rubbish off the TV.

Dislike & Comment, I can say what I like, what are they going to do, reach me all the way over here on that broken old bike?

"Those far flung people with the queer headgears should have steered clear of those guys with the beards, anyway, I just got this six pack of beer right here"

"I saw some cheap flights just the other day, why don't they just pack up, pack up and fly away, that's what I'd do if I had my way!"

I said a bad thing on the wire and now a man with a funny hat has set my house on fire!

I didn't think they had the internet over there, amidst the jungles and the sands aflare.

It must have been a mistake, one slipped through, it'll be alright though, stuff like this rarely happens to the likes of me & you.

Really?! This new insurance covers mad hatters?!

 Let's go and spend all this money on chocolate platters and stuff that really matters!

Let's remember to forget our cares and focus our time on plucking those hairs!

On the ground or in the air, fighting dirty, fighting fair,

We'll all just carry on without a care,

Here, have another pomme de terre

Let's just sit and stare,

Whilst it happens...

Over There, Over There!

- Richard Derbyshire

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Escape Artist

Follow me to another place, far far away.

I'll be your virtual guide in a far off land.

We'll escape for a time you and I across the pond and over the hills, this reality is harsh and un wanting of us, lets huddle in our little bubbles, warmed by the plasma filled screens, watched over by the glare of glittering diodes, bask in the brilliance of worlds within worlds, for a time we can wander through the imagination of another, our admission was paid to the teller man who longs to be in another reality other than his own.


Thrust back into the real, the IV drip has been retracted, the umbilical cord has been cut... 

Tired eyes reflected back in the screen, a monitor tanned face in the mirror, eyes sunk deep into the skull, the world outside is a dark and desolate place but don't worry take my hand, I've got the keys for our great escape.

Follow me to another place, far far away.

I'll be your chemically enhanced guide, chase me down many a rabbit hole, we'll scuffle and converse with many an odd fellow, we can play the spoons or have a game of darts with a flesh covered board, don't worry if you miss, I'll pick up the pieces, here throw another one, hey you, are you having fun? 

Why the frown?


Oh dear, that didn't work either, whats wrong with you?

Its almost like you want to be back here in this horrible place, didn't we do the nicest things together last time?

Is it me? 

Its me isn't it, I thought we had an agreement.

Didn't you know with me around you'll never need another friend, there's no need to be down, down down, my, are you coming down with something?

Ho hum, what a bore you've become, no fun, no fun!

Here have another dose, it'll all be fine, if thats not enough how about a nice glass of wine?

What do you mean you don't want anymore? 

Its too late to say stop.

You don't get to leave remember?

Take a long hard look at what you've become, look who has the key, its not me, you've become your own jailer, I only wanted to set you free, but now you've locked yourself out of the life you had before you and me became we.

I think maybe... Maybe its time for me to go.

Well I'm off, ta ta for now, good luck with your plans that never come to fruition, I'm off to offer my tuition to another of my own volition.

Follow me to another place, far far away,

I'll be whatever you need,

Your personal Houdini.

- Richard Derbyshire