I sit and watch the homeless
trying to comprehend
what life must really be like
at societies other end

I complain about my home
being too cold or being too hot
When I really should be thankful
For everything I've got

At night I get a proper bed
Three meals a day I eat
While they sleep in cardboard boxes
with newspapers for sheets

I take so much for granted
have way more than I need
In future I'll remember that,
and feed others, not my greed.

Reginald "combover" Twistleton-Smythe
had hair on his head but just on the side
He wore a big hat when out for a walk
Too scared to shave and have a flat-hawk
One day at his Gran's fell asleep after tea
and woke up to find he was combover free
He saw grandmas scissors behind on the shelf
As she looked in his eyes and said "Be yourself!
With that combover thing Reg, you sure do look silly
Go shave your head, you'll look just like Bruce *****"
"But my heads the wrong shape, it just wont do the trick,
I'll look less like Bruce ***** and more like a ****"
"Listen to your Gran for I always know best,
I'm not saying go out and run round in a vest.
Just cut your hair short and wear it with pride,
it'll be like a mohawk but just on its side"
Reggie "flathawk" I've heard people say
now runs round in vest shouting Yipee Kiyay

Did you ever once foresee,
there would be a day,
when we'd be just a memory
when our time gone away?

Our path was not an easy one,
there were mountains that we climbed,
but the level road had just begun,
those trials now lay behind.

But something changed along the way.
We let the fire go out,
and as your life you rearranged,
certain love gave way to doubt.

And so chose to take your leave,
and cast all things aside,
convincing those along the way,
while forsaking truth for pride.

So now alone by candlelight,
many years having passed,
you dream of how it might have been,
had you found the strength to ask.

As I lay back, on the garden swing
staring up at a cloudless sky
I realise just how good life is
and it makes me want to cry

Not tears of sadness for a change
but a mixture of joy and guilt
For I have so much more than others
around me in this life I've built

True I may not love my home
and would prefer elsewhere instead
but at least I have the shelter
of four walls and roof o'er my head

And I may not have much money
but the cupboards are never bare
and now and then I get the chance
for a treat just here and there

Its the guilt and shame of self pity
that first turns tears on
I have nothing to complain about
and wallowing was wrong

But the striking realisation
of just how rich my life can be
if I let myself be grateful
for all that's inside me.

I have eye's that see and a heart that beats
ear's that hear and legs that walk
Arms to hold my loved ones
lips with which to kiss and talk

But most of all I have the soul
of a poet, true and strong
and the sense to let my pride admit
when sometimes I get it wrong.

So forgive my indiscretion
my depression and my blues
but I guess to appreciate the win
we sometimes have to lose.

I used to be consumed,
full of bitterness and rage,
because they seemed such fitting parts,
to play upon this stage.

I blamed you for so many things,
in life that had gone wrong.
As if I was not responsible,
for my actions all along.

And though I have to take the blame,
for the mistakes that I made.
My refusal to just let things go,
cast a very ugly shade.

The pain and disappointment,
followed me where ere I roamed.
But these demons were not exorcised,
and misery became my home.

I was trapped within the anger,
that I let the whole world see,
until the day that I forgave you,
only then was I set free.

So many years in darkness,
now blinded by the light.
Sickened by the taste of victory.
Losing all to win the fight.

The constant contradiction
of living with the lies
trading truth for misdirection
while hiding from the spies

Colliding with reality
fiction gone astray
I really can't remember
what this rhyme was meant to say.

As the morning sun arises,
creeping slowly ever higher,
it transforms the glass like waters,
to a true river of fire.

And as the glass is shattered,
by the eastbound fishing fleet,
the good folk of Richibucto,
turn over in their sleep.

But as the day progresses,
this small town comes alive.
People go about their business
like bees around a hive.

And as the day draws to a close
with ice-creams in our hands
we stroll along the boardwark
or walk along the sands

So if you like the quiet life
tranquility not fuss
next time you need a place to go
come drop anchor with us.

What is life without a risk
but music without the dance
Would you rather learn to tango
than never take a chance

Would you live within your safety net
and never catch a fish
Or have a feast on rod and line
baited with spontaneous wish

One day we'll take a roadtrip
together you and me
and drive across the country
just to see what we can see

We'll start off on the east coast
and slowly head out west
we'll get there when we get there
cos taking time is best

we'll stop when the mood takes us
and find a place to stay
get a room recharge our batteries
and if we like it spend the day

We'll eat sandwiches and picnics
eat in and take out too
The world will be our oyster
with no rules for me and you

Blacktop, soft top, foot upon the gas
Highway, my way, miles of haulin' ***

singalong, bringalong music for the day
iTunes, my tunes, soundtrack all the way

sunshine, fun time, havin such a blast
drivin, arrivin, trading poetry for gas

Top down, drop down time for us to chill
Line up, sign up, still got three seats to fill.

The first cut is not the deepest,
it is merely the first.
Without doubt in my experience,
the last cut was the worst.

Hello my name is Roffle La Mau, and I live on MSN.
Me and Lol were born with the internet, so we've only been round since then

Lol and I alwsay get looked at, whenever we're out in a crowd,
as I roll on the floor laughing my *** off, and he's busy laughing out loud

I still get the looks
as I stroll down the racks
and look through the books
while avoiding the hacks
and I hear what they say
when they think I cant hear
about moving away
and not staying round here
But my skin is quite thick
I'm not easily moved
which you'd think they would know
else I'm just being rude
For daring to stay
in town such as this
where the rumor mill rules
and the truth takes a ****
Just because someone said
no that don't make it right
no matter who's dead
or who died in the night
I know what they think
but quite frankly don't care
cos its always me here
and them over there
I'm an outsider you see
someone from "away"
so the locals are right
no matter what I might say
They don't care about truth
they don't care about right
all they want is some gossip
bout what happened that night
But **** em I say
and I know it sounds blunt
but truth is they're gonna
believe what they want
and as tragic and sad
as the truth just might be
they'd have no one to blame
especially me
So I still get the looks
as I stroll down the rack
while I deal with my loss
and wait for life to come back

You ever feel lost?
Like you don't know which ways up?
Forget about half empty,
you can't even find your cup!

Where you had such clarity,
now everything's a haze,
and far from feeling human,
you're a rat trapped in a maze.

Where once you had such certainty,
now everything you doubt.
You had the world in your hand,
and now there's no way out.

What happens to us in our lives,
that causes things to crack?
But perhaps a better question is,
"How do we get it back"?

Why is it those with least to lose
are first to give the most
To walk the fields of Arlington
with too many other ghosts

The generations rested there
sacrificed in all those wars
Do they still feel nobility
when its lacking in the cause

For what is war but posturing
sacrificing others sons
in the name of "threats to freedom"
where most blood shed, decides who's won

Then afterward come treaty's
bits of paper end the war
and I have to ask the question
what was all the killing for?

For every place that is
there's a hundred might have beens
and on every single journey
a hundred in betweens

every path I choose has high points
then it seems they all descend
into a sad familiar landscape
we call the bitter end

but I will not let that be my lot
things cannot end like this
there must be signs i do not see
must be something that I miss

perhaps thats it for this time round
is it karma's camouflage
to make me think I've got it right
then it turns on self sabotage

Undeniable
irresponsibility
Congratulations

Please save me from myself
come and take me by the hand
and steer me toward happiness
that I may understand
the kindness in a lovers smile
how tender is their touch
what it feels like to be truly loved
is that honestly too much?

Perhaps I don’t rank high enough
or there’s some test I never passed
is it not enough to love someone
and to want that love to last?
To say so much with just a look
that words cannot convey
the depth of the emotions
that you rain on me each day

Instead I live life as a moth
against loves light I just collide
blinded by its beauty
yet I cannot get inside
Instead I circle endlessly
like the dog chasing his tail
while my wings grow ever weary
til the day this heart does fail.

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.

You know sometimes you know,
and others you just think,
and then there's times you've no idea,
and those times truly stink.

But what if what you knew was wrong?
Then you wouldn't know what to think.
Why that would drive you crazy man,
leave you teetering on the brink!

I think I've come up with a plan,
to rid me of this fear.
It's to live in blissful ignorance,
with no freakin idea.

You share with me your sunrise
and it brightens up my day
You seem now somehow closer
despite being far away

Perhaps maybe this evening
I'll share with you my sunset
One day ours may be the same
how much better does it get.

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

Is it really just another day,
I mean it’s Christmas after all?
It used to a happy time
from what I can recall

So now when people ask me
if I’ve any Christmas plans
I say “I just want to make it through”
but no one understands

You see I know I have no right
there a lot worse off than I
but falling amongst the snowflakes
will be the tears I cannot cry

If I really could have anything
under my christmas tree that day
I would like to understand
just why my spirit went away

I long for the first days of spring
for winter time to end
In icy snow and frigid cold
to sadness I descend

I long for spring and daffodils
no more this frozen land
that you and I may walk the hills
together, hand in hand

I long for spring and waterfalls
the coming of new life
that I may go on bended knee
And ask you to be my wife

Then I’ll long for spring and summer too
for winter and for fall
That I may spend each day with you
and learn to love them all

The door is being closed
shutters fastened, curtains drawn
perhaps this is the moment
that is the dark before the dawn

Once closed it will not open
sealed shut forevermore
so please do not coming knocking
I'm not playing any more

Already colours start to change
their pigments slowly fade to grey
The sun moves in behind a cloud
adding shadows to decay

The brambles and the thickets grow
their thorns a natural defence
protecting solitary sanity
casting out hope and false pretence

Once the memory of a face has gone
that held the beauty of a rose
My withdrawal will be complete
and the door will finally close

And so here today I say goodbye
at your graveside in the rain
all the mourners they have gone now
its just you and me again

The scars of your sudden passing
no-one will ever see
like a thousand shards of glass
driven deep inside of me

The only evidence of you being here
is the unmade bed you left behind
And memories of the love we made
and of our bodies intertwined

So many things will go unsaid
so many dreams go unfulfilled
So many rooms are darker now
That you lights not there to fill

My world is much more empty now
without your gentle grace
As I close my eye's the tears come
at the memory of your face

I wish I could have been there
to be with you at the end
To cradle you within my arms
my lover and my friend.

Our time together was our secret
and one that will be kept
None will ever know the "other man"
at your graveside stood and wept.

An empty scroll
Quill inscribing words
Poetry is born

Am I part of the poems I write,
or are they just part of me.

Am I the central character,
let out for you to see.

Or am I just a writer,
sharing an idea?

I guess sometimes I'm both,
though its not always very clear.

Sometime I write about myself,
and the battles that I've fought.

And other times I write about,
experiences of thought.

So if you read a write of mine,
fear not for me my friend.

Because its just a poem,
and its end is not my end.

You're like a bad habit I just cant shake
could it be there's still something there?
When you walked out the door, cos you needed a break
was I supposed to not suddenly care

But we parted still friends and talk all the time
when you're back in town we hang out
But its been three years and you like a small fire
that my heart just cannot put out

For longest time I really didnt mind
cos I hoped one day you would see
That circumstances have changed
and I'm sure that you'd like the new me.

But for three years now I've been back and forth
but its just been a one way street
If I didn't make the effort, to come see you
I'm sure again we'd never meet

So enough of this ******* its time to move on
and let go of the past and go see
If there's somebody out there who doesn't deserve
to be loved by someone like me.

At times in life we settle
for whats available, whats around
Then we meet our one true love
And its time to settle down

But come the end, when the guy upstairs
balances the book
Its to settle one last time
Its time to settle up

A stifled whimper
The sight of your back arching
Hands gripping at sheets
Head turned toward the mirror
Watching with eyes wide open.

Share with me your dreams my love,
and my promise to you.
Is to be there by your side,
and see they all come true.

Share with me a wish my love,
of how your life should be.
And I will promise you my love,
that it will come to be.

Share with me your heart my love,
a gift so great and true.
And I will hold you close to mine,
in everything I do.

Share with me your life my love,
from first breath unto last.
And we will live in dream’s my love,
until all nights have passed.

Sometimes I cannot find the words
and don't know how to say
the things my heart is feeling
about life that comes my way

I miss you more than I know I should
and that scares me a lot
But I don't know if I should tell you
of if its better I do not

And other times I want to tell
my friend who's in such pain
That they can call me night or day
to get shelter from the rain

But why is it, with an empty page
the words just tumble out
And yet when faced with people
I hide behind self doubt

But once you get know me
thats if you stick around
I will bare my very soul to you
like a plow rips up the ground

Neath blankets 'mongst the pillows
I listen to the rain
as it lashes 'gainst the window
natures violent refrain

I smile to myself
pull up the covers, snuggle down
this storm she cannot reach me
for sanctuary I've found

The wind now joins the chorus
humming tunes across the vent
a sad and sombre melody
conveys the earths lament

Drifting tween the planes
of consciousness and sleep
i find myself pursuing
the dreams that once so deep

I close my eyes for one last time
and slowly drift away
'til this nights storm has passed me by
and I'm awakened by the day.

She's dancing in the rain
when the heavens open up
She's your favourite herbal tea
drunk from your favourite cup

She's that unexpected note
upon your locker door
She's the twenty dollar bill
you find upon the floor

She's the cold side of the pillow
the first slice of the cake
She's the coffee in the morning
you didnt have to make

She's the right place in the line up
when a new cashier comes on
She's remembering the words
to your forgotten favourite song

She's everything thats good and great
thats happened in your life
She's the one that makes you proud
when you say she is your wife.

Sometimes I think I have it tough
that nothing goes my way
and I'm blinded to the real ****
that others have come their way

But its not until you sit and think
and listen to your friends
that you realise things aint so bad
at least you have **** that ends

For them it truly is a case
of not raining til it pours
like life's intent on rubbing salt
into all their open sores

so in future I'll be thankful
that my **** it aint so bad
and try to be better friend
to those who've never had

Strawberries and cream
Wimbledon when rain stops play
Same old hand in hand

What does silence sound like,
does it even exist anymore?
In these days of everything electric,
with their tiny little hums,
and the sound of noise pollution,
everywhere you go.

Is there a place left nearby,
or anywhere on this earth;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the breeze;
Where it's so quiet you can hear the dew,
pool on grassy stalks and trickle down into the soil;
Where it's so quiet the very sound of your,
own breathing seems like an intrusion;
Where it's so quiet that you can hear everything, and yet nothing.

If such a place does exist,
it's only because we haven't found it yet.

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?

Its 2.37am Monday morn,
and I lie here and watch you sleep.
Wondering if you smile because,
into your dreams I did creep?

Beneath your lids your eyes do dart,
to the left and then to the right.
And I wonder if morning, you will recall,
the adventures we had this night?

Show me the smile thats only for me,
not the one you give away.
The one that comes right from your heart,
not the one that you show every day.

Not one when your lips turn up,
at the edges that looks just so.
But the one that touches my very soul,
in a way only you could know.

And not the one that almost a blush,
when wickedness crosses your mind,
or the grin from within, when you feel for real,
some guilt for the humour you find.

No the one I want is more than a smile,
for it says more than words ever can
Like the feeling I get, when I reach out for you
and take your hand in my hand.

No light pollution
Celestial nakedness
No noise pollution
Woken by crickets not cars
Pencils, notepads, poetry

Good morning Lord
tell me do you feel any shame,
about the things that people do,
under the banner of your name?

Burning holy books in Florida
because they tell a different story
albeit one thats close to yours
about truth, peace, love and glory

I used to think you preached of love
for all our fellow men
but I guess somebody changed it
cos they know better than you did then

No wonder church is pleading poverty
with attendance on decline
there's far to much intolerance
could you at least send them a sign

Now you and I were never close
if you exist you must know why
but for your sake please do something
show us forgiveness is no lie

Someone you know
they died today
gave up on life
just passed away
they might be near
or far away
but someone you know
they died today

Did you tell them
how you feel
Did they know that
your love was real
though with a kiss
it went unsealed
Did they die knowing
how you feel?

If you had
just one more day
would you let life
get in the way
would you hold back
on what you say
If you knew you had
just one more day?

Cellphones and swimming pools.
ne'er the twain should meet.
The result can only be bad,
same for lawnmowers and feet.

Try as I might I can’t deny
the way you make me feel
As much as I try and fight it
this feeling is all too real

And though our lips have never touched
and most likely never will
You have stirred in me a yearning
for which there’s no cure or pill

There must be lesson here somewhere
or is it all some cruel joke
Two kindred spirits kept apart
in the dark of fading hope

But perhaps the lesson is patience
then again perhaps its not
But if the lesson is disappointment
that’s a badge I’ve already got

Sometimes I wonder what the future holds for me
is there a chance that I may ever be happy
through moments filled with doubt
I can see no clear way out
Let alone a path that leads to ecstasy.

So I look back upon my life up to this day
and there's nothing to suggest another way
disappointment all around
not a joyous happy sound
not a song to sing along or even play

I'm coming to a point where I must choose
before my heart is just too beaten and too bruised
I want someone in my life
perhaps a lover or a wife
someone to love that I just couldn't stand to lose

So I lay my cards out here for you to see
Is there a chance that you could be the one for me
When I close my eyes at night
You come waltzing into sight
And I dream we dance off to infinity

What the hell is it I'm doing?
Why am I always so **** nice
I step aside and take a break
so others shan't sacrifice

But what about what I want
why does that never come first
I always end up losing out
so others don't feel worse

I guess I'm hoping one day
someone will do the same for me
but time is running out here folks
just whens that day supposed to be.