Why after calling me handsome
And declaring me so much fun

Is the question I have to ask

Why did she not return?

As I wrestle with reality
Where did I go wrong?

I gave her space , thoughtfulness
I showed her warmth, respect and care
I demonstrated humor lightness and fun
I brought interest, intelligence - even independence

I held a place both safe and free
That I could hold but did not grasp
That could revere but did not cling
A place where something special
Could be grown.

So again I have to ask
Where did I go wrong?

But after a dark and stormy night
I wake up light and see

Yes
The truth is
I was all of those things
And I poured them richly
abundantly and joyfully

The truth is

I Shone

TOO BRIGHT

What happens to hidden blessings
Golden gestures sprinkled into letters
Boldly written but never read

Treasure troves locked away
Hidden out of sight, far away
A life time of unrequited night
Destitute with an open heart

Do they tumble
Do they fall
Vanish or disappear

Are they cherished by angels
Trampled by Shiva
Into eternal fire
Stolen by demons
Devoured by the devil

Is part of the writer forever lost
Like part of the receiver that never woke
Do souls forever wander
Looking for their lost parts

Like words that linger
But never touch
Does somewhere
A great Star
Turn itself off

Does the universe scream in silence
For what should of been
But never was

Why is it only when we cry
When we feel in despair
That our life is broken
Beyond repair
That we cannot be fixed

That with open heart
We finally turn to God
Hands full of broken parts
That we can finally say
I am so sorry, dear God

Can you please help me

High above
                                   With a silent watch

                                         I feel the quivers
                                                   of
                                        twists and turns

                                          My unsettled
                                           body parts

                                    I try to sing a gentle song
                                         to reach far below

                                     But my voice so silent
                                        my arms so short
                                    
                                          I cannot reach
                                    the anguish beneath

                                            My only desire
                                                To steady  
                                         such uncertain steps
                  
                                       That tremble bellow
                                             would yell
                                           if I only could
                                            
              ­                          Be soft, be silent
                                          
                     ­                     And like a bird

                                          Stay connected
                                           But also Free

                                     And just let that Future go

Come on Labour,
let the sounds
Of your gentle chimes,
of destiny ring

Drown out those drums,
beaten by over privileged
men.

Who bath in a nostalgia ,
for a glory that has never been.
Who have never seen combat
let alone
the true
HORROR
of a ****** battle
or world war.

As white strings are pulled
we hear a sinister song.

So let us all Roar with a different
sound, with a heart in its center
and hope all around.

As all they really need to know
is whether inside or out
we Labour,

Have Their Back.

Time now is to dispel
all economic myth
the fear of Apocalypse

And unearth a
Utopian Dream

With shortness of breath
I drag and crawl lifting
my clawed and bitten
body from the filth and
slim of a murky swamp.

While nursing my infected
wounds washing away all
dirt and grim.
An eager early morning sun
bursts over a sleepy horizon.
Geese flock and fly over head
as a damp mist hugs the long
reeds.

A somber question weighs
heavily on my mind.
Do I regret ?
And I say no

Because amongst  all the filth
dirt and grim. Broken bottles,
hookers, ******* lines, *** ends
and scars in my mind.
Tired grey hairs and a  body that
aged ten years over night.

I found a love, and hearts that
shown like the sun. Pure in
intentions that asked for nothing
but gave me everything.
And a friendship that I had never
known.

When others crushed and spat
drowning the sparkle in my sun.
Turning my world black,
they all merely flooded in.

With their drum and base
that played all night and
flashing lights that were
ever so bright as festivals
are quite a sight.

So how can I possibly ever
regret, when from God
they had come
to
rescue me

With a sincerity in their hearts
they all together caught
cherished and
saved
me

Crunching crispy cornflakes
Gangs of pebbles bubble

White water slurping
Its early morning edges

As waves deliciously lick
their sweet vanilla sands

Man bobbing in a canoe
Ocean swinging him like a baby boy

A  bouncing ball stretches
Across the waters view

Like a picture on the wall
For a moment time stand still

The scenery seems so surreal
like plastic or cardboard

Adding a friendly familiarity
Making me so sentimental

About
a place

I LOVE

Called Home