I carry my thoughts in a leather-bound book.
Tied by a heartstring I've not yet forsook.

I open it often to reminisce what you took.
A rose thorn pierces my skin whenever I look.

My blood stains its pages amongst every nook.
Drawn like a Shepherd lovingly with his crook.

I carry my thoughts in a leather-bound book.
The story of heartbreak we two had partook.

I’m sorry that I lost my way
That’s why I’m at your door today

I thought the road was calling me
And that there was so much to see

As time edged forward and further away
I knew in my heart I should have stayed

So now I'm standing at your door
With eyes cast down upon the floor

Thoughts telling me that you've moved on Convincing me that it's been to long

Your disbelieving distant eyes bestowed. My heart now belongs to the open road.


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Time has passed since her body gave up the fight. I still visit her grave and yearn for her sight.

I remember her whisper, soon my soul will take flight.
Among all the stars that burn the brightest of white.

So I stand on my rooftop each and every night. Searching for her essence among the twinkling lights.

I stood transfixed, at equals with my idle thoughts.
You patiently waited, wondering if I’d ever connect the dots.

The empty stare, beyond what's there.
The mind’s eye seems to draw me there.  

To a place of peace and a place of calm.
In a world where something must be wrong.

Oh how I long to guide you through.
This tunnel vision point of view.

Within my mind’s eye I see you there.
What others perceive as a cold blank stare.




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You stood high on a deserted precipice, and with a loud voice you proclaimed your love for me. My fear of commitment  left me silent and aloof.
As a result you were left on the edge of nothingness with a lonely echo. Proudly you stood strong and drew a line, vowing never to return.
Now I disparagingly walk this god forsaken landscape, forever reaching for a  mirage that isn’t you. Left with only my shadow of regret.

On this day I've nothing to give thee, save one but my heart I offer it freely.

Trapped in the cold of winter's asylum, your love warms my heart as to springeth to blossom.  

Your kisses like snowflakes fall gently on my skin, melting in a pool for our emotions to swim.

You've the midday sun forever upon thee, casting a light that lovingly guides me.

The key to my heart is wrapped in your love, soaring above in the form of a dove.

So forever together we walk hand in hand, even unto death to the promised land.

Don’t you dare look back on pain, those were dark days.
With the winds, the rouge of your heart smouldered.
Your splendour never went out, though it flickered.

Your fortitude sparked a fire in my crimson heart.
You are the glimmer and heat that ignites my flame.
Together we will face the night with our radiance.

Phlox in a field leave a lovely smell in the air. Yet, the fragrance of them cannot compare to the scent on my pillow when last you were there...

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There's a monkey on the moon, my grandpa use to say
Forever swinging from his tail, searching with each sway

He lounges on the clouds to watch the children play
His lonely tears come falling down and they all run away

At night he hops from star to star to visit the milky way
Without a friend to share it with all he ever sees is grey

There's a monkey on the moon, my grandpa use to say
Look up and spot him hidden amongst the clouds by day

You manipulated me like clay into the finest of hearts.
Then smashed it to pieces into the most priceless of arts.

Armed with my umbrella I ventured out into the rain.
Quickening my pace as thoughts begin racing through my brain.
Travel bag draped across my chest by my lucky shoulder strap.
I hastily folded up the seemingly old and weathered treasure map.
When I finally reached my car I fumbled desperately for my keys.
Upon entering, glancing in the mirror. Is someone following me?

Shaking off that feeling that I'm secretly being sought.
I turned the key over but the ****** engine wouldn’t start.
Exasperated I pressed my head against the steering wheel.
Just then off in the distance, I could hear foreboding tires squeal.
Set off back in the pouring rain I jogged towards my destination.
Peering quickly at my watch. Will I still make it to the station?

Wet and weary the street lamps reveal that I'm nearly there.
I turn and proceed backwards as I slowly cross the square.
Finally my footsteps echo in the station, lights flicker on the walls.
Slipping on the marble  while navigating through  poorly lit halls.
Map said locker number 78 so that’s what I hoped to find.
I think I might be going in circles, was I losing my freaking mind?

Finally on the right track, I scan the lockers, 76, 77 and 78. Now what?
I have neither key nor combination, may as well be welded shut.
Wait it’s not locked! I lift the latch and gingerly swing open the door.
An old flip phone!? I pick it up, startlingly it rings and I watch it hit the floor.
Quickly I grab it from between my feet, flip it open saying ”beam me up, Scotty!”
Couldn’t recognize the mysterious muffled voice, was the reception in here shoddy?

The person on the other end said, board the next train due.
They quickly hung up before I could ask when, why or who.
I seriously began to question the authenticity of this map.
As I followed colour coded arrows, my curiosity had me trapped.
Just then the station speaker crackled its arrival on platform three.
Proceeded by don't worry about a ticket. Were they expecting me?

I make it to the boarding strip no longer caring about getting wet.
Then glancing across the platform I begin to see a foreboding silhouette.
As the gap between us shortens I begin to see a familiar step.
When the face of this figure came into view my heart it surely leapt.
My wife was staring back at me with a bag for going on a trip.
She said I hear you’re looking for adventure as she bites her bottom lip...

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My heart bleeds maudlin, my mood azure.
The  essence of you lingers pomander.
I miss you still, alone with my tenet.

Looking out my window pane. The sun shines, but all I ever see is rain...

My scarlet heart forever stained. Gentle harp plays, strumming at my pain...

Every day seems in vane. Birds are singing, only fill me with disdain...

Burdens of life I can’t explain. The sun shines, but all I ever see is rain...

Continually mesmerized by the mirror of his past, the sands of time slowly slipped through his fingers. Lost, left only to reflect on all his life’s what-ifs.

I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.

Your words were as if from the Victorian age. They  spilled my heart upon this page.

This parchment of pain my quill did trace.
Tied with a ribbon of lies and lace.

Within are the writings of my defeat. Sealed with a kiss of your deceit.

Is one able to yearn
When burned
Having never learned
To wait ones turn

So sojourn...

I’ve a right to bale
When lovers fail
Tucked is my tail
Leaving a paper trail

Unanswered mail...

I look for solace
My formidable edifice
On the edge of malice
Up in my palace

Blunt cowardice...

So in conclusion
This web of delusion
Self-inflicted confusion
My mental pollution

Sentenced seclusion...

I know hurt, I’ve experienced that pain
Burns of betrayal like tears of acid rain

Scars compared to rings on trunks of trees
Denotes all the years but not all the fees

Quell those wounds with lyrical outlets
Dropping words like a proverbial gauntlet

Don't water those planted seeds of doubt
Let's plow them over and throw them out

Above each day, conquering all one's  fears
Let hope be our tour guide, a new frontier

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If you are bitter you are like a dry leaf that crumbles with the slightest touch and gets blown away by a whirlwind of hate. Only forgiveness can calm the storm raging inside your heart...


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If I looked away from everyone who gossips I’d be pretty flipping lonely. Besides how would I shave every morning?

I'm cross-legged on a sandy floor encircled by a seamless wall of glass.
The future lies beneath me and clouds above cast shadows of my past.

The sand beneath is spiraling down and with each grain a speck of time.
Lost in my complacency until I slip through the hourglass that's mine.

Your despondent eyes are watching me while my world is turned upside down.
Then the sands of time come pouring down and bury me in the ground.


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I’m a man Who’s decidedly strong and tough!
You proceed to play a sad movie to call my bluff.

I see you glance with a teary-eyed smirk. Truth is revealed with your conniving detective work.

As I stomp out of the room saying stupid sad ****. You're laughing your *** off in spite of it.

Autumn is here,  your morning light, the glow on your face is out of sight.

I’ll take your hand, you take me there, I’d follow your beauty anywhere.

Craving your touch, breath on my skin, your tender whispers inviting me in.

Lost in flight, seat of my pants, these feelings can't be purely by chance.

This must be love, it all feels right,   your smiles my beacon when days fade to night.


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Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

You left me staring skyward, grey-streaked tears.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

All your late night exits put on quite a roadshow.

Left alone again in love, what an oxymoron.

Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

I looked for help, there best advice was to lie low.

One look at your broken smile, intoxicating, here we go again.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

This so-called love is a choke hold, will you ever let go.

Your loves a noose, my necks on the line and you're the rope.

Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

Said you love me more than life, but that your dead inside though.

Ironically, only you can save me, heal my soul, set me free.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

You're my bad habit, you're the hurt I'm in love with, who knows.

You shake things up good, but leave me broken inside.
Your verbal volcano, ash falls like tainted snow.

My smothered heart, entrusted to you in escrow.

Let our carbon footprints wash away with every crashing wave...

From shore to distant shore

Save the mighty currents that clean our oceans deep...

From shore to distant shore

So future generations can walk with sand between their toes...

From shore to distant shore

Before our footprints in the sand simply become no more...

From shore to distant shore

It’s not the length of the sentence, but the words you choose that count...

Heartstrings hanging by a thread, on dormant branches bleeding red.
Frozen from whispers in the wind, spreading lies that hope is dead.

A silent cry for help to thaw an already shattered heart.
Lost in a forest of life's distrust and sadly forced apart.

Broken yet beautiful, surrounded by shades of grey.
This colourful world failed you and your soul just blew away.

She wore her heartstrings on her sleeve. That nearly brought her to her knees.

She tried to stitch them close to the vest. The result was just a tangled mess.

Her tears flowed down like a raging river. She held herself but still she shivered.

She tied her hardships with a little white bow. Then wore it proudly for all to know.

She was soft like a lamb with a heart of a lion. Her soul was bound with the sisters of Orion.

A river of moments pulses through our veins.
Held down solely with anchors and chains.

Life keeps rolling forward, drifting by and by.
As time carries on we continue to try.

Water rises and quickens with inexorable rains.
Rapids bring wisdom our souls collect and attain.

With it faith to drop anchor open our wings and fly.
Steering with heartstrings in the firmament skies.


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Your devious gossip purely insecure driven. Whats worse is people actually listen.

Your mouth spews forth a relentless chatter. Friend or foe, I’m quite certain the latter.

You believe that your inside my head. But I’ve faced the monsters under my bed.

You know I’ve dealt with your kind before. I’ll scrape you off and leave your **** at the door.


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I don't like to use the word hate, but busybody worker bees who micro-analyze what other people do or don't do, **** me off.

We're all different and have our own quirky personalities. I see those who single people out in so-called social circles. They don't fool me with their classic misdirection. Trying to hide and mask their own insecurities and weirdness. All to ensure that they fit in with the so-called norm.

I'm weird and I wear it like a three-piece suit, and you know what? I'm looking good! Attention all you circles, clicks, and social groups. I'll keep being me. If that puts me on the outside looking in, then so be it for that's where my freedom dwells.

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