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A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
There is a road laid out before me
I know not where it goes
for its path is never shown to me
where it ends nobody knows

Each step I take along this path
reveals a little more
another hidden valley
deeper than the one before

Round each and every bend
lies a beauty seldom seen
a growing sense peace
a spirit so serene

I wonder what awaits
to what highs I will ascend
and if anyone will meet me there
at this journeys end
A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
I am but a simple fisherman
just out to catch one fish
Not nets have I when fishing
for just one will fill my dish

I am but a simple hunter
a single arrow's all I need
no quiver do I carry
one **** will my family feed

I am but a simple farmer
ploughing fields still by hand
I have grow enough and never more
lest it rot within the land

These simple ways have all but gone
replaced by corporate greed
where we take like no tomorrow
it doesn't matter what we need

One day the rivers will be empty
and the game will all be gone
and the land will be so tired
how did we let it go so wrong?
A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
I gaze upon your headstone
and think about your life so brief
you left this earth so very young
leaving us awash with grief

What could have been so terrible
that death was your best choice
I guess we'll never know now
as you chose not to raise you voice

If only you had told us,
talked to me, or mum, or dad
Would it still have been so desperate
would it still have been so bad

I fight against the anger
lest its colour make me blind
But what about the rest of us
the ones you left behind

The ones with all the questions
whose answers we'll never know
Why did you choose to leave us
Why did you have to go

I pray one day I'll have a dream
in which you'll come to me
And explain what was so terrible
so of this guilt we will be free
A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
That unexpected surge of passion
who knows from whence it came
But we just had to have each other
over and again

Barely time to make it through the door
before clothing it got shed
no time to waste on buttons
things just got ripped off instead

fumbled for a light switch
staggered 'long the hall
moonlight through the windows
as family photo's started to fall

dining table cleared
in a single one armed sweep
who cares about the noise
it's too late to be discrete

skirts lifted to save time
******* just pulled to one side
belts undone, zippers ripped open
so suddenly inside

a display so animal in nature
as your nails dug in my back
groans of passion fill the air
patience was all we lacked

Eventually its over
****** acheived, ****** shared
panting in the moonlight
bodies naked, passions bared

This doesn't happen every day
and maybe never will again
That unexpected surge of passion
who knows from whence it came
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A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
Is it wrong
to long
to taste
your tears
to hold
you close
kiss away
your fears
look into
your eyes
so blue
and know
exactly
what to do
to make
your world
a better place
you'd see
the truth
is in
my face

you lit
a fire
inside
my soul
that burns
amidst
the glowing coal
of passion
tenderness
and want
til at night
my every
dream
you haunt

All this you have done and so much more
A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
I close my eyes and picture our first kiss.
Passion, love, serenity and bliss
can all be tasted on your lips
felt corsing through your fingertips
as the world around us ceases to exist
A Thomas Hawkins Aug 2010
I've been loved
I've been lost
Paid the price
Counted the cost
But every time I came on back for more

I've been up
I've been down
Flown on high
Almost drowned
Found bruised and bloodied, naked on the floor

Some I win
Some I lose
But every time
I get to choose
When to carry on and when I'm fit

For what is life
without a soul
But a game
without a goal
And one in which I'm never gonna quit.
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