No Footprints

I woke to find no footprints
What was - is only wind
A sea without a shore
No lips, no voice, nor song to sing
And a love, which is no more

Freedoms Breath

Bound is the sail to the mast
As her arms close around - to bind me
And we lay desperately, in loves rigging
Hearts pounding, to emotions wave
While i clasped to her blossom -
She to my breast - -
As we ride to the storm
Waiting -
For freedoms breath.

The Solitude Of Stone

The solitude of stone
which bears the brunt of day
it feels the sturdiness of earth
and the weathering – of rain
as it sits upon the dampness
curious – in its gaze
an impression deeply made
now etched – upon its years.

His Words Rang True

I gave her words
but she never took them in
until the reflection in the mirror stood
in disbelief, it shed
as her eyes took strides….
leaping across the room
now poised to strike a sword
in the cruelty, of a desperate look
but the walls began to sing
piercing in the tilted room
yet undisturbed, the echoes flew
to find the paper
where his words, rang true.

A Single Grain Of Life

If I dig deep into the marrow
what strength would I find –
undefined stained windows
or parapets, built of black ice –
a world of juxtapositions
where two faces merge
both light and dark
so one may swoon the other
and all that’s left…..
are the tears of revelation
as courage is swept away
and the stems of miracles
rooted in belief –
have all but gone –
but if I dig deep into the marrow
and scrape away to find……
would I only see the pulp of shadows
or could I hope to see –
a single grain of life.

Still A Will To Sow

No longer can I watch the moon
or count the solitude of time
sitting with these paintings on the wall
framed, within the pains
of an outside, which never moves.

I see the trees, solid in their stance
bare limbs, brazen against the wind
to watch the things I know
and the quiet of the garden gate
rusted in its swing.

To sit upon this strife of day
as stubborn as the dead –
now left alone to beat my way
towards a rising sun
for who am I to waste a life
when there is still a will to sow.

How Can I Miss You

How can I miss you
when you never go
each thought is a meadow
each shoreline…. is you.

How can I miss you
your eyes are like sunshine
and that's all, that I need
is the warmth of the light
when I see you -
looking at me.

How can I miss you
you're never far from me
when I'm heartbroken
lost in the sea –
of too many thoughts
then there you are
sailing to me
like the dawn, of each morning.

How can I miss you
when each night you hold me
as I stare at the stars
and the dreams.

So how can I miss you
when you've never -
left me.

Take Me – To The End

I've done you no wrong
we've travelled together
from the start.

I've bared witness
to all your thoughts –
you've carved into me
all your desires
spoken to me harshly
cursed my existence
bent me to your will
taken me on cold days
stained my soul
to the very fibres
of what makes me - me
we have fought together
I've drawn your blood
slicing through you
as you've grabbed me in vain
yet here we are again
face to face
eye to eye
you stare at me
to a stifled end
and now you lay across me
smothered by your breath
creased by your skin and pain
but I seek no revenge
I have passion for you
my old friend
for we have seen too much
we are one - you and I
we are the same
you pen to me
yet I feel your pain.

I am still yours my love
so turn me over
and take me –
to the end.

Stain Upon His Heart

Drifting in time
freefalling
currents…. pulling him
his eyes cast down
as they slip away
like creases worn
into the fabric -
of his face
as her probing eyes
and full lips
follow him
but the stain upon his heart
is already - old.

An Untitled Rambling

And life wandered down the road
to find another year
as the darkness of the background fades
to see the dawn
where new friends wait to see
and old friends smile and stare
at the beauty of a person
who cares enough to speak
and understands the differences
of those unseen by ignorance
that she once sang songs
ovations to those hearts stung
to realise
that some-thing's are never meant to be
or measured under life
not wine…. women, friends or song
to realise that years or music never die
but always -
are reborn.

A Little Drink Of You

I drank from her smile
an intoxicating courage
this slim bottle of hope
sweet syrup dripping
from a cruel world
but I remembered everything
that I had learned -
so I kept walking
pass the talking
and all the expanding
consciousness…..
of limitations -
until I seen myself
and who I am
a fearless understanding
at the end -
so I smiled in kind
as I walked on by
and here I am today
watching clouds
and wisps of rain
to find a splash of blue
when nothing else matters
at the end of day
but a little drink….
of you.

Bloodthirsty Hips

I lie amongst the sheets
torn by your crimson lips
just to feed your hunger
when I fell prey… to you.

Dragged, by my screaming eyes
you swooped in
to taste the kill -
as I watched life run
from bloodthirsty hips.

Yet you screamed
to my mournful cries
as I lay... drained
upon this field of battle
unable to articulate
these sounds
of death and laughter.

Expressionless
as I lay witness to
an aftermath
where one heart still flails
no signs of hope
as the future drowns
on satin heather fields.

I watch you lick your lips
to the eagerness of mine
as you think again
to quench your thirst
as I realise by your wild eyes
how bloodthirsty
are your hips.

My Journey Had Begun

I stood at the foot
of the mountain pass
to watch the clouds gather
then I watched the hills dance.

What a sight I claimed
as travellers passed by
one then two….
and many groups more -
have you been to this dance before
I said -
as they dug their heels in
and swayed to the tune
of the mountain side.

But I swear on the wind
I could taste the sea and the salt
and the sweat of the land
as the music played on
so I stopped for a breath
at the refuge Orisson.

In the morning - crisp and fresh
I donned my boots
for what better way is there to start
then to dance again.

So I waited for the whistling wind
before I sprang to life
and although I carried quite a load
I felt all the weight slip off
as I glided free amongst the clouds
and weaved between the valley'd trees
it was then that I knew -
that from this dance floor
my journey had begun.

An Understanding Stem

What does today bring
after a night of wondering
so far a morning's chill
rooted like a long stem
unsure of what to do
but try to reach the sun.

A narrow-minded view
no branch or petals to expand
constricted in its growth
by a misconstrued youth of rocks
and understandings of its earth.

This stem, which tried to grow
simply never knew - another way
but when it looked around
all it saw were flowers
and all they seen - was its dismay.

What does today bring -
will it bring the warmth
or a petal…. or two
so a stem can hope - and learn
that it's not about it or them
but about an understanding sun
and an understanding stem.

Hello Wall

Hello wall
do you mind if I sit awhile
I promise not to stare
just a moment… or two
so I can lounge in thought
in a different frame of mind
than you -
but if I can say - I admire… you
always quiet and discreet
you hear the floor
yet not a peep
not a word you say -
nor seek
your friends - they hang around
to show you off
and it's true - they leave a mark
but then they're off
do they ever call or seek or say
do they ever say goodbye -
or hello wall?

Have you changed yours colours wall
it's hard to say
as you always go from bright to dark
on any given day.

Hello wall -
do you mind when people leave
or ever ask…. what's within
or prefer to stay… inside your nook
read expressions when they look -
ever question yourself wall
when you stand so tall -
never a curtsy… at the end
but I can see the bow -
where you have bent.

Just a question wall
when all your friends have come
and gone again
do you have any regrets wall
on those days -
that you never said hello?

But here's the funny thing wall
as I sit and stare at you -
I've walked down many halls
and you've never steered me wrong
I've leaned on you -
and you've given nothing but support
so do you mind if I sit awhile
and chat away…. with you.

Brighter Is Her Day

She kisses me
like the morning
kisses the sun -
and brighter is my day.

She holds me
as if to never let me go
a warm embrace
and brighter is my day.

She loves me
with such words
that tears begin to flow
and brighter is my day.

And I love her
well beyond eternity
to always kiss the ground
for she is the sun, which I embrace
and tell her so, upon her lips -
cheeks and face
and brighter -
is her day.

No Colours Or A Sky

My world became too flat
no colours -
or a sky.

What happened to the lights
why'd you washed away the stars
when you stole my face
and took away my nights
just to lie upon -
a torn sky -
another blackened sheet.

If you took, my body
why not take away my soul
so you can hear my silence
when you break away the door.

I have no colours
or a sky
nothing to display
jailed within your prism
I'm transparent -
under you.

Her Home

My thoughts, cuddle her
as she always sleeps -
under my skin
a blanket
a comfort….. within
she is my morning
and my dream
because -
she's wrapped around
my heart
once made of stone
now a hearth
no-longer do I sit alone
as she's made me -
her home.

The Fading Skies

He walks to trouble -
it's always at his feet
or just beneath the rails
when he travels too far.

But more than not
he has to bite his words
when his tongue -
is not onboard
and his teeth -
are left to clank.

On this fast track -
as he runs to trouble.

He's so tired
when he's left to toe the line
like memories which follow
leaving him - undefined.

Now he lies behind
this swinging door
a trap beneath a roof
all that’s left -
is behind his eyes
where he lays and counts
the fading skies.

The Memories Of Time

I walk with you
along the streets of mind
no footsteps fall
or the click of heels heard
as darkness wraps around -
these memories of time.

Like black clouds of obscurity
with scattered sparks of ash
trudging through the thickest crumbs
as the moral compass finds the path.

When rainfalls - like sodden words
lay heavy on my tongue
now slick of throat -
I wander round
a grey-coat tightened
keeping out the thoughts of cold.

Then the darkness fades away
when eyes open
the crowed walk is done
a decision now been made
as the memories of time
take a bow - and walk away
revealing
my new day.

NEWS - My Book Is OUT! :-)

My book has been approved for distribution this morning and is available immediately at this site:

CreateSpace eStore: https://www.createspace.com/3875207

And will be available at the following sites within the timeframes indicated:

- Amazon.com: 5-7 Business Days
- Amazon Europe: 5-7 Business Days
- Expanded Distribution channels: 6-8 Weeks
Note this is the actual "Trade Paperback" version and not an eBook.

Additionally, this has been a long time in the making and a wonderful creative means, which has helped me tremendously in dealing with some of my military experiences.

So whether it sells a single copy or not, it is and always has been the process, which has been the most important factor.  Just as important, are the lessons to my children that regardless of what life heaps upon you, there is always a means to find a positive solution.

Most importantly, I wish to thank everyone who has supported me and my poetry, which I appreciate, is not always the best nor the most feel good type.  However, it is always real and is always a part of me - creatively that is :-)

So thank you all!

Cheers,

David

P.S. I realise I rarely respond or make personal comments, but that has more to do my PTSD than any other reason.  So please don't misconstrue my lack of comments for insolence, as that is far from the case and I enjoy ready everyone's comments, which are greatly appreciate.

Where I Peer Out

Just above - where I peer out
is a dark and dingy room
damp within the corners deep
where tears of love once sat
now dark streaks upon the floor
seep towards the edge
to only find… the door is locked
so beware the thoughts -
that creep on by------
for they do not care for you -
nor do they care for I.

I'm Home

When I'm in your arms
that's when I'm home -
all the mountains gone
I'm stronger now
because the river…..
found its way
down…. to you.

I knew it was true
the moment I saw your eyes
I knew I'd walk to you
I found the courage -
I found the truth
so I tore -
the mountain down
no longer could I wait
or wait to walk around.

Veins flooded
courage found
chaos tossed aside
I gave myself to you
and followed the river
the river of time
until I hit the mountain
but I tore it down
no longer could I wait
or wait to walk around.

And now I'm in your arms
and that's when I know -
I'm home
 

Behind Me

You're just a step behind
as I watch you crawl along
this shadow
an outer layer of sin -
which haunts me.

So who is the victim
is it you or I
and what tales,
have you dragged along.

Can you feel the sun
as you continue….
to taunt me
a secret which burns
between you… and I.

So how can I -
wash away the doubt
when you're one step closer
behind me.

The Breath Of You

Carry me across the seas
until I feel the shores of you
an ebb and tide….which pulls me
into the splash of love
a pristine land anew
which holds me like an undertow
wrapping me in silky arms -
until I fall asleep
then kiss me in the morning
like the warmth of sun
and no longer will I be parched
as I've sailed into my port of home
and drank the breath of you.

Completely Drained

I wanted to see the colours
to smell the vibrancy of life
and to be the cloth you wear.

There were no limits
just undefined moments
that you and I -
have shared.

But then you left
you never said a word
but I knew you said goodbye.

And there I was - exposed
thinking all these torn thoughts
and when you're naked to the world
you must be unashamed.

Because you took the plug out
our collection of moments -
and me….. completely drained.

Your New Path

Watch the storm
when emotions rise
this sea that pounds ashore
and takes away the hand.

A steady beat of rain
this ebb and flow
now pouring tears
until they touch
the drowning heart
cast upon the floor.

Now watch the waves
as they begin to crash
leaving solitude
and dark clouds behind.

A castaway - forgotten
on a torn deserted beach
a place of destitute
with rags of thought
and only your two feet.

Raise above the storm
bare your back
and forget the beating
these shadows
of a darkened moon.

Rinse your soul
and feel the warmth
as a pristine day approaches
unwinding …..
your new path.  

Lost in You

Every word you breathe -
is the truth
every kiss - my dreams
every touch -
you feel my needs -
when you hold me
you take the weight away
and my shoulders stand up straight
because you give them hope in life -
witnessed like a birth.

Every word you breathe -
is the truth
every kiss - my dreams
that’s just the way it seems to me
and it's all because of you
as every word you breathe -
is the truth.

And every truth -
means the world to me
and I'm lost in your world
and lost in you -
is where I want to be.

A Penny For Your Thoughts

How many pennies do you need
will they feed your wants
or starve your desires
find you friends
or buy you love.

Will your skin turn copper
will your veins turn to gold
or a weight to drag you down
as your face turns old -
how many pennies do you need.

If you're lost - can you leave a trail
to find your way back home
write a list - so you can watch it grow
where else can you go from here
when your pennies disappear
and you've lost your way.

Can you believe this curse
when you wake up
in the middle of your day
you have no friends
they've all be paid
can anything be worse.

What changes can you make
can you spell or count it out
I'd really like to know
and I'll pay
so here's a penny…..
for your thoughts.

Open Wide

Close your eyes
then spin around
rearrange life
and turn it -
inside out.

Close your eyes
are all the lights out
then spread …..
the words around
until you find
the one you want
all the rest can wait -
until they're found.

Close your eyes
hold my hand
a kiss upon your cheek
now look around
and you'll notice….
that all the lights are on.

Close your eyes
and open wide
the life you want
is just inside
so if you believe in angels
then dreams are where they hide
and all you have to do to find them
is close….. your eyes
and open wide.

Returned To Calm

She never ran
but was pushed by the wind
this blow to her heart
a lost ship on high seas
turmoil tossed in sins
a telescopic gaze
looking for the calm
as the battered sheets
tied to the worn rigging of life
now feel torn….. within.

Can you taste the salt
now dried upon my skin
for there are no more tears
and nothing left to shed
as life's seas -
have now returned to calm.

Standing By My Side

I never heard your words
they changed each time I turned
but when I spun around
no longer were you there.

Then with nothing much to do
I sat and watched the stars
until I saw the moon
in hope, I'd dream of you.

What have you done
what did you say
I tried to change
but never heard your words
each phrase became too much
you never sat around
and each day became too long.

So I stood and walked away
towards the ocean and the spray
it was then I heard your words
with the clarity of mind
and when I spun around
there you were -
standing by my side.

I've Not Forgotten You

It's what I remember
all my friends
all those places
all that fun
like it was just…. yesterday.

Now, how far away
has the wind…. blown them
or across the ocean
are they still watching…..
the same setting sun
that I'll see -
just moments away.

Yes, yesterday, I talked to them
so many years ago
these old friends
which I remember
who loved the ground
they're now beneath.

But I've not forgotten
what's not come easy
nor the broken hearts or tears
when we lost what was dear
but in the end my friends
I've not forgotten them -
and I've not forgotten you.

Let Them Sleep

Let them sleep
beneath the shivers of the trees
as the guns bellow their salute
to the fallen mourning leaves
and November cries colours to the lost
a tartan blanket for the brave
so we who remain
shall warm our souls
wrapped in memories
of brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers -
and friends.

Let them sleep
so we who remain
can now guard them.

I Can Breathe

Just trying different types of poetry or rhythms, hence the change in style.  
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What's your interest
an existence  
or a choke hold
crows feet, with tired eyes
as you soar to new highs
blue skies or valleys
where you swim or die.

How far do you gaze
or are you just scared
to let it all out
too many doubts
when you're down and out
it's not a race
just a place
where you make me feel - alright.

So do you mind if I laugh,
can I laugh out loud
I've never been freed
never been untied
do you mind….
it's all about time
and my time is right now.

I've never been freed
never been untied
so my time is right now
without a choke hold
I can breathe
and everything's alright.

Everything's all right now
I can breathe…..

Just A Crazy Momma

Just joking around; perhaps a song, perhaps a poem, but more than likely, neither :-)

Just A Crazy Momma
She used to call me
all the time
always laughing out-loud
said she'd never leave
or leave me like that
never cry
or say goodbye.

She used to call like that
a funny crazy momma
until the sky went black
then she laughed
and she never looked back.

Crazy momma
she was crazy like that
said she'd never leave
or leave me like that
never cry
or say goodbye…..
just a crazy momma
who lived life like that.

That is….
until the sky went black
then she laughed again
and she never looked back.

Just a crazy momma
a crazy little momma
who always laughed like that.

Just a crazy momma
who was always like that
crazy momma….
crazy…..crazy momma
always laughing out-loud
said she'd never leave
or leave me like that
never cry
or say goodbye.

Just a crazy momma
who was always like that…..

Crazy momma.....

Regrets

Regrets -
like invisibility
no one sees their loneliness
tucked away to stay.

It's only when you're on the plane
doing what you should
do you remember all those things
that you never did - or said.

If you had any regrets
any regrets at all
you'll have those regrets
on that plane.....
when you are flying home
because you'll be coming down.

You can turn to the window
and smile as you say
are you to...... flying home today
can you see all those fields below
all the seeds, now buildings and machinery
or the rain below the clouds.

Regrets -
like invisibility
no one sees their loneliness
tucked away to stay.

If you had any regrets
any regrets at all
you'll have those regrets
on that plane.....
when you are flying home
because you'll be coming down.

Is No More

How far can you run
before you run too far
and what do you do
if your feet begin to slip
do you hide away
until troubles -
find your door.

Do you seek a window
with a million stars
do you cast a gaze
and hope -
for never more
the reality of fantasy
it's always just beyond
the door -
where all the cold hearts lay.

And then your running.....
is no more.

Just A Howl Away

She doesn't give a damn
she climbs the stairs
to walk away
while he falls down
like the wind
the other way
no kingdom today
because he sheds his skin
and she forgets his name
so he changes colours
and forgets the cloths he wears
when standing
in the middle of the world
a room that he now bears
she doesn't give a damn
she climbs the stairs
but in the end
it's him that walks away
to spend the day - lost
in the centre of the moon
just a howl away.

Walls

You've got me
you've got me on the inside
why you build walls..._--
to keep your torn pieces -
free.

Then you realize
that you're just as trapped
as me.

You build your walls higher
to set yourself free
to find a sanctuary
but there's no enemies - to breach
and you now sit alone
in this dwelling of eternity.

Then I'm Not Afraid

I can't compare her
to anyone before -
nor these days after.

She's a ghost
a whisper in me
which always fly's away.

Memories
that watch my nights
she is the cold
unless she holds me
then I'm not afraid -
anymore.

I chase her
tie her to my mind
just to wrap around
the love I hope to find.

But she's a ghost
I wait for her to haunt me
so I can feel her say
all the touch of words
I knew she'd never say.

I can't compare her
to anyone before -
nor these days after.

But all I want to do
is hold her in my mind
once more
before she fly's away.

Stormy Weather

In the garden lies the sun
buried deep beneath the shrubs
a bulb of life - waiting to sprout
as cold hands dig away
like a sailor, who drowns his heart
to bury death in moulded clay.

But do you remember what was said
when you dug too long or far
then sat back, unable to deny
promises.... you never paid back
or the stormy weather -
which you made.

I've Chosen My Fears

I've chosen my fears
whether I've lost - or won
walked in circles
or held back the tears.

But on cold sunny days
when confused by....
the feeling of rain
I'll still love you -
in the end.

So take my hand
understand
how I got here
and the consequences
the ridiculous
and the stares.

Weird blue skies
which swim in the air
to release the night
as dreams come on
and remain the same
in the hope -
that you'll still hold me.

Whether I've lost - or won
I've chosen my fears.

Swims Alone

I reach to her
out-stretched in hope
this line between safety
and a dangerous moat.

Deep emotions,
which swirls to depths
in a melancholy river
rapids and a flooded bank
a dam, which holds back
the cracks.

Sunlight to see her eyes
as I praise her prayer
but my accomplishment
means nothing -
as she doesn't understand
the cost...
when one swims alone.

A little root
embedded in the shore
this branch of life..... extends
to mean much more.

Once Bitten

My bones can feel it
and you know they can
as you shed your foolish tears
what have you done
what shall you do
now that you've had
your weakened moment
as the reality of lust
bares it's teeth
and your heart begins to run
as mixed emotions -
chase you down
no longer is it fun
when lives are broken
for a kiss upon a naked cheek
there is no logic to apply
because it slyly slips away
to the sound of rotten apples
once bitten - begin to fall.

No Pittance Here

What are we without trust
a sodden ground.... furrowed
with irresponsibility
just a hardened outer crust
filled with decay -
an insipid character
beneath.

You can wash your hands
and justify your plight
but your soul
a sticky quandary -
remains.

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Stand with your shoulders straight
watch the distance....
a new horizon - filled with sun
as you have walked a walk
never slumbered, nor need to run
for you are trust -
no pittance here, for you have won
and deserve....... her love.

My Harmony

She is sunlight
a ray of hope
within my veins
which my heart....
drinks in.

Her eyes
a symphony -
an instrumental composition
each movement
composed for me.

I can feel her hands
silk on ivory skin
each touch
a key
a single note -
she is my song
my sunlight.

My harmony.

Without a Good Life

What is enough
without a good life
when adrift in storms
and drenched in stuff.

Then one sunny day
your caught
in a raining room......
within a mind
no umbrella of friends
- nor time.

Paint peels - walls crack
a vision amid the seams
the un-reality of what was
no twinkle or a beam
no sounds of life
just -
the in-between.

A Crazy Man

A crazy man
well past his prime
when fait belayed
an understanding
depth of time
when each word
carved within
his ravished rock
of mind....
faded
in the dawn of light
to only show
a withered sight
where shadows
stole the grey
and he confused
her sweetness
for the lingering
of broken days
when brightness
glimpsed the past
but at last
the crazy man
wore too many keys
and on his heart
freely swung
the broken door.

Some Quick Untitled Poems

I JUST returned from vacation and these are some quick untitled poems I wrote while travelling.

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(1)  Machines grind away

         until the loss of day
         when dark shadows of humanity
         slither from their crevices
         while others..... too afraid
         slip away
         and turn from clay to stone
         secretly they pray
         that time.....
         won't disappear
         then only shadows
         will remain.

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(2)  Sand bites his skin
          as white-caps sail....
          to crest upon the shore.

      Mother of the wind

          reminds the withering souls
          that time is but a solitary game of man
          which in the end....
          she will always win.

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(3)  He lived in her eyes

          and with each seductive blink
          his heart beat....
          as if it were a separate entity
          but when she turned away
          his eyes became un-fastened
          the moment lost....
          from her gaze.

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(4)  There is no accuracy of thought

          no clarity of mind
          but single moments
          clashes against the clock
          caught between the measured hands.....
          of time.

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(5)  Wheels within wheels turned

          as each thought raced
          and the mind pondered the outcome;
          then the stream of logs, began to jam.

Everlasting Sleep

With a single glimpse
she imprisons' me
tangled in her web
a crinkled gleam
I'm caught off guard
but pleasantly surprised
by the warmth of poison
dripping off her smile.

She envelops me

wrapped within
the multitude of charms
and sins
disarming fears
as a single tear escapes
to the peace of love
and everlasting.....
sleep.

A quick 10-second untitled poem

Where is the wind
when I need the air
as I tear at these cloths
so my skin can breathe -
then I peel away the heat of day
when I've been soaked in crowds
to find the cool bareness of night
and my eyes can reach the stars
as I draw in my breath
and taste the breast of life.

Remember The Truth

A bit on the dark side, but life does have its shadows at times.  Nonetheless, this is no reflection of me, just to remind you that I write in a first person perspective of imagination. :-)
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Do you remember all the lies
because I only remember the truth
and every day you drank from me
what happiness, now lies beneath.

Then you dragged me to a street
called emptiness -
under a lamppost......
which reflected all your darkness
and pushed away the light.

So now, your shadow entwines me
like a tightly tethered rope
a boxer in a corner
pummelled beyond a hope.

Do you remember all the lies
because I only remember the truth.

Yet in the gutter, now he sits
devoid of sympathy and youth
because even that you stole
when you took away the truth
and buried it -
beneath your lies
where even all your shadows lay
terrified -
by that pantomime of light
reflected, in your eyes.

Do you remember all the lies
because I only remember the truth.

Invisible To You

Why am I invisible to you
you're always just a stranger
when I'm on the inside of me
looking outside for you.

Then time goes by
even when your arms are wide
the numbers don't add up
it's all about convenience
just an infinity
but in the end, the answer's just a lie.

Now all the words are difficult
the many questions end in why
but some words never change
you're just a person
some days you pretend to care
and other days you hide.

Why am I invisible to you
when I'm on the inside of me
that's when I'm looking outside for you.

You know the way the world turns
you've spun their before
when you're upside down
I've always tried to hold up the sky
and blow away the clouds.

So why am I invisible
when it really should be you.

Sore Throat

He wakes to a morning fog
with no clarity, to show the way
as he stumbles down the hall
he tries to think ahead
but unsteady is each step
and wobbly -
appears the day.

So he reaches out...
and tries to speak
but each word, feels Inflamed
tearing at his throat
as each tooth chomps in protest
marching to the pain.

While lymph nodes hold, their ground
swelling, like wild crowds in protest
screaming in defence....
his eyes deep set
shoot fireworks behind
as his brain....
continues to complain.

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What else can he do -
but sit and stare ahead
and say good morning world
as his day begins.....
with a sore throat -
and a pounding head.

Feel His Beat of Air

His heart is right
just misplaced - unfound
but when it pounds,
it's too loud for her to hear.

So with his hands
he writes a pantomime
but her eyes are closed
and unfocused are his thoughts
as tears run down his cheeks.

Franticly he waves at her
anxious with despair....
he draws these pictures
so she can listen with her heart
and feel his beat of air.

Angel

Angel -
what did I do - to deserve you
I'm only flesh and bones
just another face, with two hands
a lost soul within a crowd, of unknowns.

I thought the rules of nature said
someone wins, and the others loose
but why can't you explain to me
why our love, never remains the same
and If today is only one day
Angel -
what will tomorrow be.

Is there such a thing as love
without a midnight sky...
and if I dream of reality
will I wake to find you
and kiss the sleep - from your eyes.

Angel -
my sweet angel
I'm only flesh and bones
just another face, with two hands
a lost soul within a crowd, of unknowns.

What did I do - to deserve you
because you've changed my chemistry
I've taken on a new life -
while shedding off the old.

Angel -
my sweet angel
it's you who wears the wings
and I -
the flesh and bones.

Just Yesterday

Into my dreams, I wandered
to see an old friend -
and there she was...
as if it were... just yesterday.

And sometimes in the morning
like two days just before
when everything was easy
I only had to blink
then I'd be day-dreaming...
as if it were... just yesterday.

Such simple thoughts
of what could have been
and the love of holding hands
in a world of make-believe
where if I reached out
she'd be there...
as if it were... just yesterday.

So sweet dreams are these
when she once thought of me
in her day-dreaming days
before all these years
have gone by -
but when I close my eyes
she's always there...
as if it were... just yesterday.

I Love You Anyway

Her desires
are but a breath away
as is my home
with its quickened pulse
a lovers deep emotions -
where it all began.

But she always leaves me
tangled with my thoughts.....
I'm left alone
with my lover
on my mind.

She never opens up
a quick mistaken peek
then she closes all her doors.

Is our love so hard, to define
I only try to make her smile
she's always on my mind
even when she's standing
right behind..... her door.

Why won't you open up
you're but a breath away
just you and your other lover
yet I love you anyway.

I love you anyway.

No Title

She heard me age
by reading all my groans
written on those tattered pages
born from every day -
within a life.....
stripped of chapters
each word written  -
for her.

Steal My Night

Where do we go
when all the roads are bare -
how do you feel
when we've crisscrossed -
everywhere.

Have you seen this path
is it ours
or everyone's before.

Now what
where do we go from here.

If you close your eyes
will another day break
will another road
appear.

Or will long shadows
cast there sky on you
or will they break the path -
of me.

And steal my night....away.

The Promised Land

You know where your heart lays
it's beneath me
wrapped in my arms;
we are bound to each other
as is the water to the ship.

So open your sails
feel the flood of mercy's
warm breath -
envelop my tongue
till your lungs expand
and then expel your joy
letting your feet dance
as your skin
electrifies the air.

Then grasp the sheets
bear down on the wind -
float upon the waves
as if you were one...
and I the other -
as we sail hard towards
the Promised Land.