Undeniable
irresponsibility
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The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.

And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.

So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!

For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.

to kiss your neck with these here lips
just once
to place my hands upon your hips
just once

to draw your body close to mine
our legs and spirits intertwine
to take you and make love to you
just once

to wake one morning on your arms
just once
to be sedu-ced by your charms
just once

To lie and watch you get undressed
to feel your hands upon my chest
to see into your very soul
as our two halves become a whole
just once

throwing caution to wind
just once
sinning like we've never sinned
just once

A passionate intensity
that gets the best of you and me
and lets us be all we can be
just once

They that life is just too short,
and I'm inclined to agree.
So why are we still waiting,
for you to come and live with me.

I know that you mean more to me,
than anything alive.
And each day I wake up waiting,
for my lover to arrive.

So what is it that holds you back?
Are there doubts you cannot share?
Is there something I don't know about,
that keeps you living there?

Are you unsure of your feelings?
Or the ones inside of me?
If so I could always whisper them,
from down upon one knee.

I want so much to be with you,
from now til I leave this life,
that I find myself in dreams,
wishing you would be my wife.

Whatever doubts you hold inside,
please listen to your heart,
and let us start our life together,
no more nights spent apart.

If I may ask you honestly,
could you answer to me true?
Could you tell me without doubt,
just what I am to you?

Am I just another friend,
nothing less and nothing more?
Or am I someone you could see,
knocking at your door?

Would we meet for coffee and a chat,
then go our separate ways,
or would we picnic in the park,
and dream away our days?

Do think of me when I'm not there,
the way I think of you?
Or do I never cross your mind,
you've got better things to do.

I wish that I knew all these things,
and then knew what to do.
Right now I'm caught within the web,
of dreams that lead to you..

So just tell me should I struggle,
break free and then move on,
or will you come to rescue me,
now you know where I'm coming from?

I cannot make you love me
though there's nothing I want more
And I'm scared my hearts gonna end up
lying bleeding on the floor

You see there's much I have to say
so much I want for you to know
but to lay my very soul out...
is that somewhere I want to go?

And perhaps that fear of exposure
should be sign enough itself
that we're not on the same page
or even sharing the same shelf

So tell me now, what should I do
should I speak up or hold my tongue
is it better to have lost in love
than never been undone

Weeping willow weep not for me,
for my time is nearly done.
I'm just a weary traveler,
seeking shelter from the sun.

I'm on my final pilgrimage,
the one that takes me home,
to a place thats not too far from here,
from where I used to roam.

My travels took me round the world,
cross countries near and far.
Walked each day in golden sunlight,
slept under nights as black as tar.

But to my home I now return,
at the ending of my days,
for on my beloved England,
I shall rest my final gaze.

Weeping willow weep not for me,
for my time is nearly done.
I'm just a weary traveler,
seeking shelter from the sun.

I'm on my final pilgrimage,
the one that takes me home,
to a place thats not too far from here,
from where I used to roam.

My travels took me round the world,
cross countries near and far.
Walked each day in golden sunlight,
slept under nights as black as tar.

But to my home I now return,
at the ending of my days,
for on my beloved England,
I shall rest my final gaze.

I may not be a handsome man
charming, tall or strong
but if you think I'm not enough for you
then honey you're so wrong

Because it really doesn't matter
that you're a 10 and I'm a 3
The only thing that really counts
is that I'm good enough for me

Will our money keep us warm
when we no longer see the sun
Will our money keep us full
when all the fish have gone

Will our money quench our thirst
when our water is all spoiled
It's more convenient to **** ourselves
when once we would have toiled

We want everything now or yesterday
and always for a penny less
But the price will be paid in other ways
it's a truth we must confess

It's time to put the baggage down,
I've carried all these years.
The broken dreams and promises,
that caused so many tears.

For years now I blamed myself,
like I somehow was the cause,
and you let me go thinking that,
without so much as a pause.

And like a dozen bags of groceries,
I carried it around,
without ever even thinking,
I could just put them on the ground.

The handles cut into my fingers,
sometimes a bag would split,
and the contents would come spilling out,
and send me to that pit.

The one where daylight does not reach,
the one filled with despair,
to wallow in my misery,
too tired to even care.

But a wise man told me yesterday,
that baggage is just that.
Something you can put down,
and leave upon the mat.

It does no good to carry on,
with burdens and self blame.
Those with destinys to care for you,
will do so just the same.

So check your baggage at the door.
Leave your pack upon the ground,
and feel free to leave it here,
amongst heartaches lost and found.

So here I am again
left staring into space
I played the jack of hearts again
and got ******* by an ace

I thought the hand a little shaky
still I played it anyway
they say feint heart ne'r won fair maiden
but just who the hell are "they"

So I think I'll give up playing
forever end my losing streak
I don't think I have the heart left
too many beatings left me weak

I have no winning chips to cash out
no iou's to pay
So I stand up from the table
turn and walk away.

I've rolled the dice too many times
I've gambled and I've lost
and finally I realise
the pain of losing, ain't worth the cost.

Experiences are raindrops
falling through the sky
each one precious, each one different
let me tell the reason why

Our life is like the sky you see
through which these raindrops fall
we savour precious moments
but cannot keep them all

and so they pass right through our lives
and leave barely a trace
not affecting if we win or lose
just how we ran the race

No matter if they're good or bad
there's one place they all go
to join the waters of our life
and urge the rivers flow

and as they join the swirling mass
on the surface or down deep
they become like distant memories
we were not able to keep

but while they're tumbling through our lives
and we can still enjoy the ride
we try to find the happy ones
from the other ones we hide

but in the end they all become
part of the river bed
as the waters of our life dry up
and leave us here for dead

I will always be your friend
but that will never be enough
at times it makes things hard
at times it makes things tough

you see I want to share my life with you
and know you inside out
of that you can be certain
of that there is no doubt

I listen to you purge your soul
of all that went before
and long for you to realise
I'm standing at your door

It breaks my heart to hear you
tell another tale of woe
of disappointed failures
tween you and your latest beau

It hurts me just to be your friend
but that whats true friends do
Sacrificing my own happiness
so I am there for you

After all you're there for me
when things get a little rough
for you will always be my friend
and that will never be enough

In just over a hundred characters,
you find out my heart is broken,
shattered to a million pieces,
by words that went unspoken.

Choosing words so carefully,
constructing a rhyme for you to see.
Trying to keep it short and sweet,
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Awakened in the early hours,
the smell of grass, the scent of flowers.
A smile from you being sent my way,
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The homeless starving
We walk past - heads turned away
A world invisible

Tuft of winter coat
Snags upon an open door frame
Escapes the new brush
Tumbles upon hardwood floor
til captured by the old brush

Laundry hamper full
Yesterday it was empty
Its contents not mine
My sons room must now be clean
Laundry day i guess for me

A naked bulb hangs
No shade hides its modesty
Dimly glowing coil
Is growing ever brighter
Chasing greyness from my room

You chirp away all night and day
with chat from those who've naught to say
You annoy me to the bone

You drop, you break, on shore or lake
you cost me a fortune I can't make,
You are my new cellphone

I turn you off I turn you on
my ability for peace is gone
of that there is no doubt

I leave you and lose you wherever I go
I even lost one in the snow
whatever happened to just being out?

Fighting against sleep
Eyelids heavy from fatigue
Closed in submission

Sharp pains in my chest
Pins and needles in my arm
Could this be the end?

Sounds of loneliness
Stay trapped within these grey walls
Outside lives go on

Autumns final leaf
Still clings to a long bared branch
Winters serenade

Just a hint of flame
Hiding amongst the embers
Waiting for rebirth

Perfect summers morn
Sunlight sparkles in the dew
Soul and spirit soar

Smell of fresh cut grass
Calls forth unexpected chill
Dark clouds rolling in

This poet had a dream
of a book with leather binding
going on a journey
along roads both far and winding

Other poets writing in that book
a page or two of verse
the dream became obsession
a small poetic curse

Then one day he saw a journal
the perfect little object
He picked it up and so began
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The candle light just seems to fit
my dark and sombre mood
as another new relationship
is about to come unglued

Like the inconsistent glow
of the fragile little flame
the fire that once burned so bright
just could not be sustained

and so I sit alone once more
aching in the dark
and wonder why a fool like me
his own words does not hark.

Who decides how long is long enough
in matters of the heart
perhaps we should create a scale
to follow from the start

A scale that says when its ok
to go for that first kiss
and other important milestones
in case the signs we miss

But where do these dates come from
on who's logic is it based
because quite frankly their ideas
tend to leave a bitter taste

Each of us different
and we move at different speeds
some make decisions quickly
and some have special needs

So the answer to the question
should be based on naught but us
and not on thoughts of ones we know
who disagree and make a fuss

When things start to go amiss,
we don't always see why,
and we may not even notice,
that look's no longer in her eye.

But maintaining a relationship,
is a bit like juggling sand.
Sometimes you just can't hold it,
and it slips right through your hand.

There's just no way to save it,
no matter what you do,
and that the way its meant to be,
because its not just about you.

You can try your best to get it right,
take nothing and give all,
but when there's someone else involved,
its not always your call.

You may think you've found your perfect match,
and abandoned all your cares.
But sadly just because they're yours,
it doesn't mean you're theirs.

When do we stop being children?
Is it when our parents are gone,
is it when we leave home and get married,
or when we have kids of our own?

And when do we have to be grown ups?
When we reach a certain age,
or when the books that map out our lives,
come to a certain page?

So when do we really start living?
Is it when we take that first breath?
And why for some does it not start,
until they have little time left?

And why do some choose to stop living,
long before they get put in the ground?
Cos as long as I wake in the morning,
I'll make **** sure you know I'm around!

See I've in the shadow of happy
gotten by in my own little way
but I finally realized, life is too short
so I'm gonna start living today!

My age alone must tell you
I cant be all "that" good
not exactly Sweeney Todd
but not quite Robin Hood

But a nice-ish guy I must surely be
as I sometimes come in last
and as for the good ones dying young
thats a test I think I've passed.

I live my life from hand to mouth
its always been that way
I wouldn't call it doing great
at best its just ok

To have a buffer would be nice
something for a rainy day
but for twenty years those cats and dogs
have always come my way

But I get by with what I have
its all I really need
To want much more than what you see
is just a sign of greed

The tragedy of war,
ends not with those who died
for the tragedy continues
in fragile minds who did survive.

For those who's names appear
on brass plaque or marble stone
are the only ones amongst us
for whom war is truly gone

The survivors of mans biggest crime
their wars will have no end
guilt, despair and bitterness
their constant hateful friend

It's hard to feel like hero's
no matter what you say.
when you're torn by guilt
that you're not the one,
in that green field far away.

So I say to leaders of this world
this nightmare should be gone.
Please realize once and for all
that a war is never won.

As the summer sun above us shines
and warms our very bones
The world around us dissappears
and we are here alone

Two lovers laid upon the sand
of a small secluded beach
surrounded by the sound of surf
but safely out of reach

We come here every weekend
escaping from our lives
to be alone together
on this island paradise

It saddens me to see
the way my country bleeds
after leeches in the media
create frenzies just to feed

Xenophobic journalists
poke angry mobs with pens not sticks
distorting truths on paper
so they can get their kicks

Who knows now what the truth is
behind the stories that we read
Sensationalised *******
to create a headline lead

So before you jump aboard
the jingoist express
ask yourself who feeds
on the freedom of the press

Why do we speak in riddles?
We do it all the time.
Why insist on making people,
read between the lines?

Would it really be so bad,
if we just said it straight?
Perhaps the one we'd say it to,
is unsure whether to wait.

Is it the fear of rejection,
that makes us all so coy?
When did it get so difficult,
for a girl to tell the boy?

Is it just as hard for them,
to tell us how they feel,
as it is for us to work out,
what is hope and what is real?

Well the world will end tomorrow,
so is there something you wanna say?
Because it's better late than never,
and at least we'll have today.

Everyone is perfect, in that special persons eyes
And **** is a state of mind, nothing to do with size

And beauty is a thing, that lingers deep inside
and is never superseded, by what is seen outside

Sometime people try to tell us, that none of this true
and if you're one of those people, then I feel bad for you

Because everything thats physical, will one day fall away
and then you will be left alone, with your shallow little ways

To live with you and love with you
is what I dream about
To sleep with you and wake with you
and end this lonely drought

To walk with you and talk with you
everywhere I go
To laugh with you and cry with you
and let my feelings show

To share with you all that I have
no longer live in doubt
I dream of you til dreams come true
and no longer live without

Remember not so long ago
when empires ruled the world
and thoughts of independence
led to new flags being unfurled

To be ruled by leaders far away
just simply wouldn't do
Leaders should be from the new world
if we're to make this new world new

And here we are two centuries on
after all that human cost
trying to rule the world
is the irony all lost

We talk of global government
common cash and world police
the very things we fought against
are now a way to peace?

But I guess things must look different
when you look down from the top
Lets remember our own history
and we'll know why they don't stop

Give power back to people
let each man choose his way
or just take the time to listen
to what he has to say

You'll see we put our homes first
our family and friends
and only when we've got that right
do we then start to extend

We don't bail out the millionaire
so he can keep his pool
and then turn round and tell our kids
there's no money left for school

In ignorance and apathy
we blindly stumble on
hopelessly distracted
from everything thats wrong

We're taught by corporations
who market us from birth
and what used to mean "expensive"
now really does "cost us the earth"

Our lives are pure consumption
fueled by TV's bad advice
that tells us we need this and that
when using neither would suffice

As citizens of planet earth
its time to end their greed
stop buying what they want us to
and stick with what we need

What's left within the heart of man
that's not been stripped away
or trampled into blood soaked soil
or fallen to decay

Has compassion found its limit
or is it just fatigued
by constant solicitation
coming from those in need

Has love become a ***** word
in an age of such mistrust
those one time shiny wedding bands
are now just rings of rust

What happened to integrity
and the worth of someones word
The keeping of a promise
is now almost unheard

I sometimes sit and wonder why
and where it all went wrong
how we let ourselves as mankind down
in order to belong

Have we given up our self esteem
our honour and our pride
just to impress others
at the cost of whats inside

If music is the food of love
are tone deaf people doomed
Are only those with perfect pitch
for lasting romance groomed

And what of they eye o' the beholder
where beauty is supposed to lay
Do only those with twenty twenty
get to be blessed this way

And if a picture paints a thousand words
and the viewer cannot read
Did the artist therefore waste his time
sowing unfertile seed

We talk a lot of metaphors
about music, love and art
but does really help explain
or just make us sound smart?

We the people,
the citizens of this land
stand right here before you
brother, sisters hand in hand

To tell you that we've had enough
enough of all your greed
that helps you line your pockets
while ignoring those in need

To tell that we wont be scared
or frightened anymore
you can no longer use our fear
to justify your war

We're here to remind you
to listen to what we say
because you see you work for us
its not the other way

Look back upon our history
and you will clearly see
that when ruled by greed and tyranny
we'll fight to become free.