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mt Aug 2011
I live a half life
Hung up, on the thought of you
Every moment passing blurs
I don’t know what to do

Ever since I heard your laugh
And lost myself within your eyes
No one else has touched my soul
You’re are my truth, my life’s a lie

I cannot keep you from my mind
Fading nights, to day, tonight
I look to stars and think of you
I am no longer ruled by light

Lost, I follow all your signs
You are my night, you are my day
And the beauty of the world depends
On each and every word you say

If you whisper what I want to hear
Black clouds can crush me from the sky
You're beautiful, the day is clear
It’s clear for miles, and I know why

If you leave me wondering
Grey skies and rain are growing old
If I think that you have gone
The sun can shine, but I am cold

The thoughts I have of holding you
They blind and burn with ecstasy
The thought of you within my arms
It hides from view all else I see

*

My life’s been lost, and halved too long
I’ll take the highs but at what cost?
The lows prove optimism wrong,
And what of everything I’ve lost?

So **** stupid's how I feel
Have I let this last too long?
From when we met until this day?
Is anything we had, now gone?

There were reasons that I hesitated,
Left you alone to work things out
You didn’t mean so much to happen,
But now my mind is plagued with doubt.

I want to fill my life with you
And let you know I need you here
But if I have to let you go
At least an empty glass is clear…

So this is it
I fell for you

And fall each day
And I don’t know,
how good we’d be
But either way,
I have to see…  And you should know.
2006 * then *  This poem is about obsession.
mt Aug 2011
Live each moment gratefully

The lives I watched when I was young
They used to pull me in
I used to feel the characters
and used to let them in

The lives I watch are just the same
But as I watch I cannot say
That which I see engrosses me
My mind begins to stray

Asking questions of the world,
And asking questions of my life
In which I cannot feel the thrill
Or feel the passion in a bite

As I am lost from questioning
There are moments of enjoyment, yes
They take exception to routine
What satisfaction from success?

And why the satisfaction then
And what success do we define?
So insignificant a role we play
Within the scheme of space and time



I di-sected my reality,  
Laid bare the nervous thirst to live,
And cut the nerves that there did lie
By asking why, what does life give?



Am I now immune from joy?
Empty, as I’m led to death
And cold amid infinity
As black mist blinds and steals my breath?

Am I right to feel this cold
Should ambition be forsake
Should we revoke the warmth of man,
To recognise our solemn fate?

|*|

I say that now the answer’s no
So please go forth, and bring me laughter.
Warm my soul with man’s affairs
And warm my heart with love, soon after

My dysfunctional reality
Ignites upon the thought of you
A face so pure, so clear to see
Gives me hope and guides me through

To ask such questions caused me pain
No answers came upon request
Nothing that would keep me sane
Bar what man, himself, on me bequest

My life the richer to have asked,
And known yet now left despair,
As the contrast helps me celebrate
Mankind and nature’s beauty, fair

To ask such questions caused me pain
But now I have a greater reason,
Nothing that will keep me sane,
Bar joy each day, and every season

Your soul your self your face so clear
So clear to see
So clear to hear
You remind to forget my fear

To see both rhyme…
and reason here.
2006 -> * Things I thought then *

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