Frankie Newton

Frankie Newton Jul 2016

Swagger, swagger
walks in the man

oil
flair
pomp

Swagger, swagger
where is the man

with the long hair
and sad eyes?

who sang, staring
into your soul

Swagger, swagger
is all he is now

or maybe,
that is all he can muster.

Frankie Newton Jun 2016

of concerts and pretty drummers

I am enraptured,
completely and utterly

caught

in this moment
in you

the beat shakes the air
my heart is stolen
and follows it

time slows achingly
slow enough to catch,
every moment

but not enough to savour,
not enough to appreciate nor inscribe,
fully into my being

yet even still
my heart soars
as now it knows

that it still can.

Frankie Newton Jun 2016

touched

I await
with bated breath
at the turn
of every page

every movement
as I hold you
with trembling hands
sends shivers down my body

slowly, surely
our layers fall away
baring you and I
naked and one

never shall
our lips touch,
always inches away
yet

touched unlike anything else.

Frankie Newton Jun 2016

taft

I walked
along the path

it was a good day
sunny,

contented

but then we
locked eyes

and I spent an eternity in hers.

Frankie Newton Jun 2016

despite

You'll never know
how much you're worth

you'll never know
until you promise

to throw yourself
body and soul
into every endeavor

you'll never know
who you inspire

you'll never know
how much you radiate

you'll never know
how many you touch

by just being.

you'll never know.

Frankie Newton May 2016

what ever do you see?

I love you
for nothing but
you being you.

Why can’t you see that?

You need not be, perfect.
you already were,
for me.

But you couldn’t see that

Why?
I don’t understand why you see yourself like that
I only ever saw the best of you

But you never could,

and perhaps it was the same,

for me.

Frankie Newton May 2016

Sonder

It is the greatest folly
to reduce a person
to a single trait

to write them off
as boring, or plain
these people do not understand

that simple, does not equal shallow

in each and everyone of us
is a story
most vivid,
most sublime,
unique and beautiful.

yet common themes always emerge
shared human experiences
binding us almost intrinsically

yet, always inches away

passing each other by
never knowing the others glory

giants,

never meeting nor noticing each other.

We are each,

the greatest story of their generation,

never to be read in full.