Best known for writing such words it scrawled in many languages inked out of hearts of
Poet’s politician’s clergy investment of mind and soul glided over parchment it would open
Doors of wood hinges were heard to creak when wise words were spoken and angry kings could
No longer hold freedom back after words of truth shined forth with wisdom and would not
Be denied by personnel greed and cruelty the very breath of man was infused in such
Documents that had veracity that was uncommon in nature the heights were noted the
Indignity and stupidity and rigidness that would in slave people was forever snapped no bonds
Could hold after the quill responded to such ignorance pleasantries were subscribed to by
Mortal hand that reached beyond uncertainty and touched divine sensibility it wrote on
Personnel levels in the case of widowhood when the dark curtains of loss were drawn and no
Light shined into the soul of the bereaved in the darkness a sister friend’s face slowly emerged
From the murky dark waters that sorrows flood brought in her embrace and understanding the
Quill wrote of a slow growing power a bridge was constructed over the river of nerve and
Exhausting pangs longing for the beloved that was departed but through this single individual
The stitching of healing began its most needed work through another the sharing of faith and
Trust would create a heart that no longer was held in gloom but pierced the heavenly blue
Where the fair one stood in garments of gleaming white of mist and tranquil portions no longer
Was fate alone in play but joyous music the flute the horn the violin drew a picture of a country
Lane there love was once again completed harmony over arched death itself and it was all
Viewed under the greatest banner men ever knew and it is friendship the telling and knowing of
Tears and a shoulder to cry on it gives way to building blocks that create a different life
Widowhood made agreeable while the wound still remains it is a course changer the injured
Now arises a heroine of quiet silent grace a source of strength a viable counter weight to grief’s
Unbearable character the quill surmounts the littleness in people stories are in abundance that
Show both sides of the issue the abyss that selfishness brings but what heights can be reached
By serving others instead of self weights the quill lifts effortlessly weighty matters the line we
Have come through many slings and arrows fits twists and turns the quill runs before as a lion
Tamer it cracks a whip trouble is quickly vanquished there is writing everywhere the quill will
Guide to so many existing ideas that create formidable answers but with this in play the
Intangible restless pull of something beyond reason that must be recognized and dealt with all
Success and pleasure will melt away as the pull of importance that will not give way most of us
Know the undeniable truth that over all that is said above a greater quill writes in perfect
Accord without error not of fleshly hand but spirit that moved on men to state His wishes and
Commands without this writing no one can know true happiness or fulfillment outside of this
Most extraordinary compelling truth but what record there is of such sadness because of failure
To listen to a love story of tremendous drama all pertaining to the highest highs and the lowest
Lows and of one by love just won’t give up on the ones He holds so dear it comes down to this
Reality it still stands true there is a Hell to shun and a heaven to win through all the swirling
Down through time this great weight rests on us all what we decide will be flames or bliss abide
With him who hates you completely or the one who loved you to the point of dying in agony
You are the only one who can complete the story the quill writes love and mercy sadly so many
Show it has little effect the quill writes on sin is death those who practice it will surely die this is
The second death the lake of fire
Again on my mind
Here goes another poem to unwind
I can still feel her in my chest
We did what hurt but was truly best
We grew together
But in the end we both needed to be better
To grow stronger while being alone
It was time to be our own
Don't think I forgot that last kiss
As if I could even resist
And when time has passed
Maybe we can give each other a friendship that will last
A friendship formed from the start
I looked beneath
I saw her heart
No malice found
Just love and grace
Reflected upon her face
She had no friends
She lived alone
Her weight ballooned
To 30 stone
Her house unkempt
Her life a struggle
Lots of children
Who lived by
Through rocks and sticks
They made her cry
They laughed at her
Called her names
One of there favourite games
She did look different
From the average
Person that we see
But she held a lesson
For us all
Don't judge by appearance
This lessons tall
I wondered why
We ever met
Each second spent
With no regret
As I now reflect
It's plain to see
The lesson learned
Was meant for me
To look beyond
What the minds eye told
As deep within
Was a heart of gold
Did she touch my head
Did she smile
Was I drunk and wrong instead
Did I imagine what was said?
Did she touch my hand
Did she look with some desire
Was there longing in her eyes
I am uncertain with goodbyes
As she left I question
Was it kindness was it care
was it gentle friendship
That was there?
Was it sex was it lust
Was it baseless short desire
That plays me to the fire?
Was it movement without meaning
Was it apathetic leaning
Absentminded action that was lacking in all feeling?
I don't know
I don't know
But I wonder while I wander
Through my memories and ponder
Did she? Was she? Will she?
Be someone I should pursue?
I don't know,
With noon’s grim call, I rise too late.
Condensed sunlight through greys and slate.
Awake with a steadfast hunger for sleep,
to push out these pains that so make me weep.
Each day is rushed to a climax too soon,
like some alleyway lover, ‘neath the moon.
‘Neath the moon, I give into wine;
vessel over my wholesome Tyne.
It’s all I have, to numb this pain,
pattern my thoughts, order my brain.
And with self-disgust, I discuss the past,
self-talk: The only friendship built to last.
I think on us all, and what we have been,
a filtered film-still, or some beauty queen,
when life weren’t fair, but fortunes true,
when the sky still ran that azure blue,
love no more than a hungry kiss,
some manufactured teenage bliss.
And lo, I’ve no friend to confide my heart,
each pound of muscle to create my art,
each longing of longing for reader’s love,
and my origins with the stars above.
No, reader, my dear, you’re all that is left,
to align my soul, frequently bereft.
So, read not this page as poetry,
but of the union of you and me,
we sit in life so clumsily
and yet with poise, we love so endlessly.
Brothers to the end
A friendship which is die for
And so gladly defend.
That Stars must shine by Effect; Not by Pursuit
Thus Permit your Form a Finer Model make
That your Mind clips your Heart thus Admit the Fruit
Which Tangy Bites nip Worth its Pips forsake
So resumes Life your Hall-Marked Sport provide
When Bitter Chains left your Heart in a Spittle
Then HE came; As Form your Saviour confide
Broke your Tendons Strong its Harsh Links brittle
Then to the Lone Star your Exercise improve
Where Fresh yet Muscled Minds break Influence
That by HER - a-wait as Friendship approve
Hugged and Kissed your Limbs with a Difference.
Your Dove still Flies; By her Hands she set Free
As your Suitor smiles as Far the Rest can See.
I wish you could see me the way you saw her
Invest in her hobbies
And all she concurs
Knowing her in and out
The infatuation the adoration
If only you could see me the way you saw her.
I may be with you
There is no difference
I cannot control your point of views
My mind refuses to acquiesce
I wish you could see me the way you saw her.
I wonder how you would be
The difference in all possibilities
You on my end instead
Feeling the pains of an unrequited lover's bed
I wish you could see me the way you saw her.
She is the bane of my insecurities
What was once a strong and confident woman
Has succumbed and bathes in endless pain.
How little I've become to let a lover's past
Possess me feeling inhumane.
I wish I could see me before I saw her.
Accepting you've moved on
Why do I still feel so withdrawn?
I wish I could believe you love me more than you did her.
Is it my thirst for knowledge
The reason I'm broken?
Knowing all you've done for her
Yet none for me?
The time and energy I've always longed for
I wish all you did for her you did for me.
I want to be secure with you
To keep on loving you the way I do
Enjoying our friendship and the intimacy we share
You care, I know
But I'm struggling to stay happy with you
To forgive and let go
I wish you knew how much I love you.
The frustration I'm going through
To stay with you
You see more in me than what you saw in her.
Though I do not know
For your feelings are never shown
The truth will set me free
And I'll no longer wish
you could see me the way you saw her.
Two Drinks for Derek
A high five, a cheer
I thought you'd make it
Guess I won't see you this time next year
You seemed so great
Here's two for you
A drink to celebrate
Life and everything else
Ever lasting friendship
To great times and shooting shit
I don't know what happened to you
Good memories and bad times were few
And far between
But I Guess
You can't tell what lies beyond the seem
Your happy go lucky smile
Your sparkling eyes betrayed us all
We know what happened to your Dad 4 years before
We just didn't think that you'd also be found lying on the floor
Brains blown out
Gun on the side
Not a whisper or shout
Not a single letter or note
To say how you really felt inside
Two Drinks for Derek
For everything you do
I'll see you in Heaven or Hell
I just wanna say
I hope your day and life went all according to plan
I won't be at your funeral
Two Drinks for Derek
I Wish you coulda made it
You'll actually be able to say
Here's to you Buddy
I'll see you later
Back to how it used to be
Enjoy the summer's eve
Have a drink on me
On our friendship
I do rely
As days and nights go bye
And for the treasure
You have been in our many lives.
I do bequeath all our moments
To our shared experiences
Near and far
Blown by winds rippling
But always hanging on.
A life time -
Everything there is
Everything there was
Everthing that has ever been.
For that is what you
Mean to me
For all our days and
All our nights
I don't know how/if I would
With our friendship I so