There once was  a God;

he did not know how to love,

but then he made her.

grab me hard
by the rib cage
and yank me from
this hell i'm in
and plant flowers where
my wounds are.

Steam escapes the surface
Of infant mince pies.
Spiralling upwards, it dances
Into the winter haze
Where headlights, opaquely visible,
Shine beams stopped short in the fog.

The mist flurries atop the frozen pond,
Over brittle leaves, half caught.
The deer nuzzles in frosty thickets,
Searching the winter veil
For stray nut.

Mittened song sheets conduct
a huddle of duffle coats
and frosted boots, rooted in the snow.
Sweet carols leave notes hanging
in tranquil harmony.

‘neath the tap my hands endure
The bitter cold of winter’s water;
But happily I return to my window,
And cast a gaze once more on winter Britain.
The fire leaves a smoky essence,
A homely smell.
December come.

It was a romantic dream you had
that we'd wake up to birdsong together,
but you turned them into your sirens
and sung your battle cry from the shower
as I prepared for you to finish up
and start our breakfast warfare.
With a mock shooting action you
presented soldiers and pretended to
throw eggs like grenades, so it made
sense you told me they were your speciality.
I would choose the non violent option,
obviously, but always ended up wincing
into my coffee that you made, too strong
so that I'd bruise my lips as I drank.
A 'labour of love' you called it, trying
try to trade a kiss for morning vitamins
or to soothe the bruises on my mouth.
I'd fend you off with a teaspoon, drop
sugar cubes in my cup like bombs.
I could only smile your way if I held
a croissant upside down over my mouth,
but you always had a smile because
you loved our breakfast warfare.

Words set to music
give the body tonic--
poetic melody:

rhymes, rhythms, caesuras,
meters, beats, stanzas
and envoys
in use.

Making millions of dollars
off an album,
platinum
pop stars:

hounded by paparazzi,
landed in a Jaccuzi;
deified are poets--

pursued by Muse's mustang
midst the prairies
of inspiration
trotting.

Poetry draws no pretty penny,
prizes like the Nobel
praise.

Mummy poetry is exhaling
in the lyrical pantheon
of music.

I can put on a smile and pretend that I'm alright
But nothing could describe what I really feel inside
Everything seems normal
Like nothing ever changed
You think I would have learned by now
But its all the same.

You're the guy I fell in love with
All those years ago
Your flaws and imperfections still invisible
Though I've been hurt so badly
I can't seem to let you go
You're the one I want to be with
Crazy, I know.

I remember
Staying up late
Talking on the phone
I don't really know
How it all went wrong
I still smile every time I hear your name
Since you came into my life
I haven't been the same.

I was unsure but you build me up
I let you lead me and corrupt
You call me up
And we go out
But still you just want to fool around
I've made mistakes and foolishly
Believed you'd still be there for me.

I blink my eyes
And you're not there
Thoughts of you are fleeting
But then again, without fail
You come back for one more thrill.

I'm getting sick
I'm so confused
What else more could I do for you
I've fallen hard
I'm head over heels

But you're just passing through.

I remember
Staying up late
Talking on the phone
I don't really know how it all went wrong
I still smile every time I hear your name
Since you came into my life
I haven't been the same

Many sleepless nights
Trying to figure out
I don't really know
What I did wrong
You say that we're still friends
But everything has changed
You came into my life
And I'll never be the same again.

Not all who wonder
                     are lost.
Not all who are frozen
                         defrost
Not all who are young
                            are foolish.
Not all who are emo
                                are ghoulish.
Not all who smile
                                    are happy.
Not all who laugh
                                        are peppy.
Not all who cry
                                              are sad.                          
                  
Not all that is gone was one had.