Close your eyes
and imagine a kiss
filled with longing
and passionate bliss
Feel my hands
about your waist
see if you can
my yearning taste
And as intensity
starts to grow
Hold me tight
don't let me go
Pull me closer
to your breast
see if this dream
will pass the test
If pulse has quickened
and cheeks have flushed
then follow this dream
to me you must.

Incomplete, is how I feel
sitting here alone
Incomplete is how I feel
knowing you are gone

Incomplete, the world is now
that your smile is gone
Incomplete, the world is now
death taking you was wrong

Incomplete, your life is now
you never will grow old
Incomplete, your life is now
a story never fully told

My head is confused
By the actions of my heart
Indecisiveness
Nothing is certain anymore
Chase two balloons and lose both

In dreams we meet most every night,
though strangers in the day.
At twilight lovers we become,
at dawn we drift away.

I know your body perfectly,
each wrinkle, line and scar.
And yet I do not know at all,
if you are near or far.

But doubt I not that you are real,
for what you say to me,
reflects my very souls desire,
and hold you the only key.

If by some fate we ever meet,
I will not pass you by.
For in my dreams so clear I see,
what lies behind those eyes.

Perhaps tomorrow on the street,
or across a crowded train.
Our eyes will meet by pure chance,
that spark I'll see again.

And when that moment comes to pass,
as I am sure it will.
Will you notice that its me my love,
and will your heart be still.

For do you dream the same as me,
while each night in bed you lay.
Of someone who completes your life,
from dusk til dawn's new day.

I need a kick in the ***
to get me on my way
I need a kick in the ***
so I don't waste another day
I need a kick in the ***
to make me see the light
I need a kick in the ***
to make sure I get it right
I need a kick in the ***
to be all I can be
So line up ladies and gents
to kick the *** of me

When life has taught you,
through experience,
that two unrelated things going wrong at the same time,
will beyond a shadow of a doubt,
**** everything up that really matters.

Soul searching
a popular past time
amongst those people here
with a penchant for a rhyme

Mistake making
we do lots of that too
if we didn't have experience
what would we have to share with you

Heart ache
another common thread
Sometimes broken and abused
sometimes ignored and left for dead

Good humour
perhaps a shield, perhaps a sword
sometimes deflecting true emotions
with a deftly wielded word

Compassion
it seems we have it by the score
and we share it with our readers
that's what poetry is for.

I lie withing my darkened cell
reflecting on my acts
and how wildly they differ
from those things you call the facts

I did not, would not hurt my love
nor cover her face in blood
if you'd shared with us a moment
you'd know I never could

All I know is I came home
and found her lying there
the woman I loved lay dying
and I fell to my knees in despair
Yes we'd fought early that night
but the only thing raised was my voice
Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers
and I walked there and back by choice

I don't know what happened while I was out
or why nobody saw me go
or why folks at the bar don't remember me
maybe they were all watching the show

But when I cam home and saw her there
I fell to my knees right away
picked her up and held her tight
and sorry was all I could say

I was sorry that the last we spoke
were the words of a fight and not love
Not sorry that I'd done her some harm
or like OJ at losing his glove

But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant
because it was easy and simple and neat
just another frustrated husband you said
with a wife he thought he could beat

And thats all it took to sell them you side
don't bother looking too hard for the truth
But what happens when, he does it again
and someone else ends up next to my Ruth

And yet my time is to be served
my sentance handed down
and in this place I am to rot
in despair I am to drown

Sometimes we accidentally
inadvertently offend
and yet my innocent mistake
with your hurt feelings must contend

I could understand your outrage
if the slight was with intent
but can't you see the wording
was entirely innocent

And yet you choose another course
for which I cannot make amends
choosing not to forgive my ignorance
or go back to being friends

I never for one moment
imagined I could hurt
the one I love with careless words
that made her feel like dirt

Believe me when I tell you
the last thing on my mind
was to say anything to hurt you
or make you feel so maligned

To me it makes no sense at all
to hold on to this so tight
unless something else is going on
that has you spoiling for a fight

And if thats the case then talk to me
don't make out that I don't care
You shut people out long enough
one day they wont be there

It's always incredibly sad when you say goodbye to a loved one.
Doubly so when its the one that convinced you that "loved" ones could still exist in your life beyond family and people you've known forever.
You would think at 46 it would be different somehow, different to the way it was when you were 16.
But it isn't
Not really
The big hole in your chest is still there, the tightness, still there
You still put on a brave face to everyone around you lest they know the pain you're in
And it still doesn't make
any
*******
sense
at
all
...
..
.
So you just choke everything down as best you can,
move on,
lick your wounds,
and try not to let this moment of your past dictate your future the way theirs did.
And therein lies the tragedy of it all I guess.
You can go forward assuming everyone's the same, put up walls, let nobody in for fear you'll feel this way again and in some bizarre ******* of the word feel "safe"
or
you lay low for a while and go out there again
forgive and forget
really and truly try and forget
let the future be anything it wants to be without looking in every nook and cranny, every gesture, every subtext every moment...... for signs that its going to happen again, that he or she is just like "they" were.

Whoever said insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result has clearly never been in love.

Monday morning 2am
and still I cannot sleep
every time I close my eyes
into my thoughts you creep

Where once they would be happy
now loss is all I feel
Its like March was just a fairytale
and none of it was real

Since then I've had my sleepless night
but in the past I watched you dream
Did those six months to you mean nothing
sometimes thats how it seems

I'll close my eyes again now
swallow hard and breath real deep
try and ride the memories
beyond the pain to fitful sleep

The world can be a painful place
when its all so far away
perhaps a hermits life is better
as close to home you always stay

If you do not gaze on foreign shores
will you still desire to roam?
Is it possible that happiness
can be found so close to home

If you do not see the beauty
that lives in foreign lands
Will your spirit find its soul mate
amongst those closer to hand

Ignorance is bliss they say
and while that may not be true
Disappointment comes with pain
that is harder to undo

What is it that I fear,
fear most of all
is it the loss of liberty
or the sacrifice of soul

Do I betray my very self
and keep my life this way
or do I tell the truth and
let the chips fall where they may

Down one path lays liberty
down the other I keep my soul
Is it better to be partly free
or imprisoned as a whole?

Along the promenade we stroll
together hand in hand
Two strangers til this very night
both in a far off land

A chance encounter brought us here
but choices made us stay
Just how this night will end for us,
alone, I cannot say

We talk of home and family
of battles lost and won
We walk as stars and moonlight fade
replaced by the rising sun

At dawn we turn and head for home
or what passes for it now
And part upon your hotel steps
with a doffed hat and a bow

Tomorrow we will meet once more
in the centre of the city square
Where we can take a carriage ride
to examine this affair

One night alone is not enough
and I feel that I want more
I sense that you may feel the same
but I need to know for sure

So as we ride the promenade
sat together hand in hand
I will tell you how I feel for you
that you may understand.

If I can act like nothings wrong,
and somehow go about my day,
do you think in time,
all will be right,
and this pain will go away?

If can hold back all my tears
behind a dam thats out of reach
do you think in time
all will be right
before the dam is breached

If I can fool you with a smile
so that you don't feel so bad
do you think in time
you'll realise
I was the best you ever had

But am I really fooling you
or trying to fool myself
that perhaps in time
all will be right
and I'll one day leave this shelf

Take me to where the eagles nest,
where the salmon come to spawn.
That I may see the wilderness,
and sleep from dusk til dawn.

Where the moon and stars and fireflies,
become my guiding lights.
And natures sounds, not traffic,
are the soundtrack of the night.

Where crickets, frogs and critters,
are the chorus to my day.
And honking horns and sirens,
seem like a lifetime away.

Let me bask in natures majesty,
drink from her rivers and her lakes.
Become a man thats giving back,
and not one that only takes.

I know that you can see me
because you turn your eyes away
and I know that you can hear me
by the things you do not say
How can we be so far apart
when I'm stood right by your side
Is there any chance you'd find me
if I chose to run and hide?
I feel just like a ghost sometimes
yet I'm the one that's haunted
by memories of happy times
not times by isolation taunted
My life is a frosted  vacuum
at least to me that's how it seems
where no one can see my tears
and not a soul can hear my screams

I am the kid at school
who gets picked last for soccer
I am the kid at school
who gets shut inside his locker
I am the kid at school
that tries to be a ghost
I am the kid at school
that gets picked on the most
I am the kid at school
off who points are always scored
I am the kid at school
who’s cries you all ignored
I am the kid at school
who’s the **** of every joke
I am the kid at school
who’s spirit you all broke
I am the kid at school
the cause of all your sorrow
Because I’m the kid at school
that won’t be there tomorrow

Is it really worth the anguish
is it really worth the pain
is it really worth the effort
just to end up here again?

Is it something that I do
Is it something that I say
Is it something else I could have done
That keeps me ending up this way

The only thing I truly want
is a love I've never known
but it seems it is my lot in life
to end up here alone

I sometimes wonder what its like
to have never loved at all
to have missed those dizzy heights
means to miss the crushing fall

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

Is there a pill that I can take,
to forget the times we share?
Those perfect moments memorised
now fill me with despair.

Each day I spend without you
fills me with more pain
This aching void inside my chest
yearns to be full again

To see your face and kiss your lips
to taste you just once more
Without any of these riches
my life is empty, I am poor.

Until such time as you can stay
and we no longer have to part
a pill to help forget those times
would ease my aching heart.

Is this love?
Is that the source of all this pain
Outside the sun is shining
but inside it feels like rain.

Is this love?
The rising pulse and creeping smile
When my phone rings and I know its you
and we've not spoken for a while

Is this love?
Is that the source of all my doubt
The constant longing to be with you
while being forced to be without

Is this love?
Falling asleep while on the phone
but waking up with a smile
knowing somehow I'm not alone

Is this love?
Feeling that feeling so alive
That one comes when were together
and when apart does not survive

Perhaps it is
Perhaps all of this is love
In which case the answer's not yes or no
but all of the above

I know you're worried bout your family name
and I understand I do
But will the name give consolation
to a life lived not for you?

Will they thank you for your misery
and the sacrifice you make
Will the name still give you comfort
when at night you lie awake

I never planned for this happen
truth is it took my by surprise
And now my love I'm petrified
that no more I'll see your eyes

For they will look up at another
someone else will you call Dear
all the time remembering
the days that we spent here

Do not tell me if you love me
or if your hearts like mine, unlocked
Simply come down to the harbour
board the steamer where she's docked

She sails upon the evening tide
gangways up at seven
If your hearts to run away with mine
come to cabin two eleven

And if duty is to keep you here
and you choose to play a part
remember there's always a place
for you inside my heart.

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

My world rained today
both inside and out
as the sky became so black
with it came the doubt

No silver linings anywhere
just darkness all around
I started sinking deeper
with every drop that hit the ground

I look outside its raining still
no blue skies or end in sight
and oil lamps around me burn
casting shadows with their light

and in this murky gloom
i attempt to shed my fears
desperation loneliness
bitterness and tears

as twilight starts to beckon
the sun now out of sight
I close my eyes in search of sleep
seeking solace through the night.

Choosing words so carefully,
constructing a rhyme for you to see.
Trying to keep it short and sweet,
to become a poem that you can tweet.

Thirty plus degrees
Humidex is off the scale
Too hot to look cool

I have everything a man could want
and yet nothing that I need
My possessions serve no purpose
than to demonstrate my greed

Should fire break out within my home
or flood waters start to rise
I could walk out empty handed
as of yet I have no prize

Some people have their treasures
that they'd collect from different rooms
But I have no things of value
nothing precious, no heirlooms

But to be with you quite honest
I'm not sure if its good or bad
Does it mean that I am lacking
something I've never had

Or does it mean that maybe
I don't worship gold and rings
and that the people in my life
are the most important things

Its ***** to be deep,
be honest, be true.
It ***** to be me,
and stuck on you.

It ***** not because,
how you made me feel.
It ***** just because,
to me it was real.

It ***** that you lied,
and made me believe,
that you and I could,
together be free.

It ***** not because,
of the man in your life,
or that you sleep apart,
no longer his wife.

It just ***** because,
for the very last time,
I trusted you with,
this heart that was mine.

Take my hand my dear friend
and walk with me a while
Lets stroll along the eastern shore
and maybe come across a smile

But while we walk lets talk about
whats going on with you
and see if there's another way
or something I can do

I know at times it gets too much
when everythings on you
and you manage to convince yourself
others know just what do

But rest assured you're not alone
this crisis hits us all
when we feel like a fishing boat
adrift amidst the squall

There are people who do care bout you
I know because I'm one
So dont ever feel you're all alone
trust me, it aint fun

We're no more than a call away
any time of day or night
just don't call us during idol
cause then you just might have a fight

Although the gag was kinda lame
it did provoke a smile
lets hope at least it helps to keep
the tears back a while

Next time you're down I hope you'll call
we can come back to the beach
and walk together hand in hand
just talking, side by each

I used to hear your name
whispered on a summer breeze
now its written on each snowflake
with the coming winter freeze

Where once was warmth and comfort
a chill is now descending
the song we sang together
has gone off key and now is ending

But seasons they march on
and one day it will be spring
Given time I'll find my voice
and again I'll start to sing.

I wish I had found in you,
all you had found in me.

I wish...

I wish that I was better with words.

I wish that I was more confident.

The kind of confident that would let me walk up to your door and tell you everything. Tell you everything that goes on inside my head as far as you're concerned.

But I'm not.

So I can't.

But I want to.

I want so badly to tell you that maybe, just maybe, you, are the one.

Not in a Matrix gonna save the world from the machines kind of a way but in the way that real people think of the one. The one that I've been looking for, the one I gave up looking for, the one that I didn't think even existed.

At least not for me.

I want to tell you that I think you may be the one and I want you tell me that you've been wanting to say the same thing.

But you couldn't.

Because you weren't good enough with words.

Because you didn't have the confidence.

Wouldn't that be ironic.

But I'm also scared.

I'm scared that I'll see you and tell you that I think you might be the one and hear you say thats all very nice and you might be my one, but I'm not yours.

And you'd be sorry.

You'd be sorry and you'd mean it because you are kind and you are beautiful. But it wouldn't help.

So what do I do?

Do I risk it? Do I tell you and cross everything and hope and pray that maybe, just maybe, I might be your one too?

Or do I say nothing.

Do I say nothing and just continue to lie here every night the way I have been since I worked out what it was about you that caused you to be in every thought that I have and every dream?

There is safety in saying nothing.

If I don't say anything then you can't say anything bad. You can't say no. You can't say that maybe you don't believe in the one. You can't say that you had your one once and it didn't work out so how can you possibly have another.

I know its crazy, but thats the way you drive me.

And its crazy that you drive me crazy. It's crazy that you've gotten under my skin the way you have. Its crazy that you've gotten under my skin so completely, you're like a tattoo. Like a tattoo in a private place, a hidden place. Like a living breathing tattoo that I carry round with me all the time and I'm the only one that knows that you're there. And I'm glad you're there. I like you there.

So I keep wishing.

Only now I wish that maybe you read poetry and you happen accross this somehow and read it and pick up the phone and say "Hey... stop wishing so much, just kiss me."

I wish.

I wish that you could this
that you were sitting here with me
watching clouds race across the sky
and whitecaps on the sea

That you too could taste the salty air
feel the spray upon your face
turn up your collar against the wind
feel the warmth of my embrace

Watching gulls above the headland
staring down the gales
and way off in the distance
the surfacing of whales

I wish that you could see this
that you were sitting here with me
you and I together
how perfect that would be

What if there's no truth
or the truth just sounds like lies
would you recognise it anyway
see through its disguise

Would you trumpet its arrival
play a fanfare in its name
or would you sneak in quietly
like a thief avoiding shame

Have you lost sight of whats important?
In our greatest hour of need,
will you stand up and be counted,
or count the profits from your greed.

What happened to integrity
common sense and pride
Did you give them up by choice
or were they forfeit when you lied

So keep your silver, Judas
it matter not how much you give
The truth of whats behind you
is with what you now must live.

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.

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

What if once is all you get
and there’s no second chance
would you change the way
you play the game
Would you so quickly leave the dance

Would you try a little harder
Would you give up just as quick
If you knew
that me and you
Had just one chance and this was it?

Would you speak up in the first place
Would you even play the game
Is the fear of loss
not worth the cost
Thus avoiding fault or blame

When Karma comes a calling
are you gonna run and hide
or quickly do the math first
while that knot forms up inside

or will you sit with open arms
a smile upon your face
knowing that your Karma's good
based on how you ran the race

or will you be like me
a nervous optimist lets say
I think I'm gonna be alright
long as Karma don't come today

A life of pure simplicity
is all I've ever asked
A simple home, a loving family
but it seems too tall a task

But one and one don't equal two
instead is equals three
so it seems the best solution
is to reduce it down to me

No more simple arithmetic
no anything plus one
just a simple home for me
its over now, I'm done.

If I have no one to think of
and no one to think of me
then at least I'll have a half of it
I'll have simplicity

As kids we played soldiers
sticks were our guns
our words were our bullets
we had hours of fun

But for kids in Uganda
it isn't the same
not since Joseph Kony
took over the game

He forced them to fight
and he forced them to ****
while we stood by and did nothing
lacking knowledge and will

But let this be the year
that it comes to an end
that there's visible justice
for invisible children

Because Joseph Kony
we're coming for you
stopping at nothing
and there's **** all you can do

http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012

Last night another soldier
lay down in his cot
and closed his eyes upon the world
a world that he forgot

A world amongst his family
his friends and neighbors too
A world where he's just dad
not some LT's number two

Last night another soldier
stayed awake all night
watching over brothers
hurt and injured from the fight

A night like many other
for this corpsman now deployed
he's face to face with horrors
that no war can e'er avoid

Last night another soldier
went on patrol, did not come back
he fell amidst a firefight
from enemy attack

An enemy he never knew
nor even understood
An enemy he only fought
cos someone thought he should

Last night another soldier
celebrated passing out
tomorrow night this cycle
will repeat, there is no doubt

For each night there are soldiers
who do all of the above
hoping we may know true liberty
freedom, peace, and love

No matter what I do
I'm always running late
To be the last one to arrive
seems to be my fate

I try to get up early
set my alarm just so
But when the buzzer sounds
my body just won't go.

Its the same when I'm at work
like I have no concept of time
Things I expect to take an hour
always end up taking nine

Its not lack of respect
or anything so grand
see my internal hour glass
has a problem with its sand.

I think the sand got wet once
so it doesn't smoothly flow
and now you have to tap me
just to make me go

But I think I have the answer
The sand just has to dry
So I'm off to Bermuda
on a sunny beach I'll lie

My plane leaves at four thirty
got my ticket, know my gate
Arrived here four hours early
to make sure I'm not too late

As I walk up to the airline desk
to check in, get on my way
You're not gonna believe this
my flight left yesterday!!!

Why are the things I want so far away?
and its like they're drifting further every day
will there ever come a time
when she is really mine
Why are the things I want so far away?

Is it really any wonder I cant sleep?
When there's aspects of my life that make me weep
I wonder if I'll ever get it
and stop being so pathetic
Is it really any wonder I can't sleep?

Will someone end this misery and pain
and tell me if there's sun beyond the rain
will we ever get the chance
to laugh and play and dance
Or am I doomed to go through this again

There's seems to be something brewing
an argument of sorts
as to which is best coffee or tea
so I'd like to share my thoughts

Now without doubt there are times
when coffee is a must
but it becomes a small addiction
something after which you lust

But when I'm trying to unwind
and I know it may be just me
at times like that, coffee's all wrong
and it has to be just tea.

When I am gone, what thoughts of me
will pass 'mongst those left behind
Will I even be remembered
or was everyone 'round me blind

Will the words I have written
fall on deaf eyes and be forever lost
Or will I have connected with someone
with my tales of winter and frost

Or perhaps my name will be recalled
for a story of love gone awry
Did my words touch someone so deeply
that a tear welled up in their eye.

I write about things that go through my head
some based on me and some not
some moments in life I remember
some I wish I'd already forgot

But I also write words of pure fiction
make up stories to balance the tone
so no matter how life makes you feel
you will know you are never alone

Honestly though it matters not
if I live on in your hearts or your minds
as long as someone finds comfort
in the words I leave behind