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  Sep 26 Jeff Gaines
Little wishes
Sitting in the dark, my beating heart starts to wonder, its 2am and i m all alone in the desert, torn apart.

Thirsting for some satisfaction, searching for home, love is nothing without action but I'm all alone.

Lonely night and pointless days, feeling blind through the bright sun rays. Everyday feels exactly the same and still I'm all alone.

Maybe its good enough and I like it here, alone in the dark with nothing to fear.
  Sep 26 Jeff Gaines
Little wishes
He was the moon
         Eclipsed all over my radient heart
The world would have seen us
        But he covered everything in dark
In that finite moment
        We loved and kissed hard
Until the rules of the universe
         Tore us apart.
One sided love is sign of bravery.
Upon those jewel-encrusted toe-tips
she docilely placed her royal-red lips

A boy not a king and yet she bowed down
to the ******* who tried to soil her crown
  Jul 29 Jeff Gaines
It’s been 3 months since my last panic attack.
Oh, you mean its been one?
A understandable misunderstanding,
For it’s not like I know myself.
One tends to drop the childish habit,
Of gnawing at shreds,
When there is little left to know.
Only so much scent to unmask,
So much ‘purpose’ you can detect,
A sliver of a ‘lesson’ you can collect.

So I’ll stop fiddling with the rag doll,
Leave my questions behind,
Barricade the door,
Crush it shut,
Banish the key,
Til eternity sees
The light of day.

⁃ For it’s not like I’ll ever know myself
  Jul 29 Jeff Gaines
If I were blessed with normalcy,
I would not value the flutter
Of my heart, as it spies
A surprise greeting
A friendly smile.
No palpitations,
Involuntary twitches.
It throws back .
A friendlier smile,
A lively chat.
Without vacant stammers,
Or painful grins,
Joy carefree,
Like a castaway wave,
Casually recedes
Off a glimmering ocean.
And when the encounter repeats itself
I will bear no shame,
Or race away in reluctant haste,
The grand, nail biting retreat,
Unable to speak.

I would barely brace,
As the lunch bell rings,
And smoothen the grin on my dimpled cheek.
Smoother than the slip,
Of a phone into my pocket.
Cause when I zip down the hall
And seek,
strange familiar faces,
For the fun of it,
Desperate typing,
Has no place.
There’s no need to sell pathos
To a pair of kind eyes,
Then lunge in for an awkward sip
Of juicebox compassion.
A daily fix.
Instead I’ll wait
A grand, weighty two minutes
And practise compassion,
Saving places,
In a line too long,
before they come
shoulder slapping, rag-tagging
Nonsense and hilarity,
encircles me.

As I catch myself swirling,
I struggle to be freed,
From the dazzling sway,
Of this,
Cruel, cruel daydream.

With a hollow, dry cackle,
I'll concede,
"Oh, If I were blessed with normalcy!"

Won't that be,
Just funny.
Thanks for reading my work. Feedback is always appreciated.
He called me an angel, and yet

failed to mention he wanted to be
My god
Angels are seen as divine to humans... but they're still the servants of God.
  Apr 18 Jeff Gaines
Jackie Mead
We watch on television as Our Lady, The Notre Dame
Becomes totally engulfed in searing hot flames

Mourning the loss of a building 850 years old
Recalling stories and tales once told
Of times we visited and paid our respects
Rejoicing in the glorious paintings within and the beauty of its outstanding Gothic architect

Dear to the heart of the people of Paris
The core of the building will be truly missed

Clear the rubble and the embers,
Give thanks for the work of the Pompiers, no one lost their life, remember
Secure the structure, save any Art that can be found
And hope the Parisiens can turn this around

Pray In time The Notre Dame will rise once again
As it nestles in its island on the River Seine
Sad evening tonight to see The Notre Dame in flames, one Fireman injured but no lives lost.

I wrote this Poem, thinking of the times I've been,  last time I attended with Keith my Mum and Dad. It was a wonderful break, Notre Dame was extremely busy, we sat outside for some time just basking in its beauty and just pleased to be there in its presence. Dad couldn't walk too well, so it wasn't possible to go in.

I hope it resonates with someone.

Our thoughts are with you Paris #notredameinflames
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