Hunger throughout the world,
Wars at home and abroad,
Political scandals and childish debate,
Global warming, the truth awaits,
STI's, part-going teens, Alcohol and drugs,
police combatting crime committing thugs.
The world is a mess,
and no one seems to care.

I do,
I care about the famine,
earth and wars,
the scandals and debate,
truth,
disease, frivolity and substances,
crime,
all these things I profess to care about.
Do you?

They danced into fury,

with twists, and twirls, and the

glint of their silver, the fires of their eyes.

The footing and timing perfect,

they chased, and they followed,

they danced around the floor.

Their wrists fluently moving,

the silver shining in the sun,

they danced with sharpness and

precision around the floor,

kicking up dust,

the crowd lifted into an uproar.

So amused were they as

they danced around the floor.

Anger and passion unleashed in such elegance,

a sight unseen.

They danced with purpose and intent,

they danced closer,

till light could not be seen between them.

They danced far,

they tossed each other across the floor.

Breaking a sweat, after an hour of dancing

they continued until dusk.

Such passion and intent failed to relent until,

one swift, and sudden move,

ended the dance, the shining silver,

ran red,

and one was left to dance another day.

Never before had such a thing been witnessed,

never again should it be, Cries lifted from the spectators.

“Pelagius! Pelagius! Pelagius!” they cried, they cheered.

They threw petals of rose at him, and softly they fell,

and staggered did he with sweat covered feat,

away from the floor, into history.

I've loved you since the very first day,
even if I never did quite say "hey".
I've loved you more than my past,
and time with you has gone so fast.

We've had our fights, and tiffs,
its seemed at times like we're on the edge of a cliff.
I've always loved you, like its all I ever could do,
and strangely enough, for the first time, its all I want to so.

What started as friendship,
its grew into a relationship.
What started as friendly love,
grew into passionate love.

I'm not ashamed to admit I love you,
but my dear, If I ever lost you,
I could very well live half a life,
for without you I'd only have half a life.

I've always loved you
It's like its fact, in fact it is.
Theres so much I want to do for you,
but thats not for this.

How soon you may find yourself
wandering down the road through
tree and wood, and grass and butterfly,
and rays of dripping sunlight,
and fresh air,
tho' expect not that it may carry on forever,
for this road is unexplored before,
many have tried, but it is e'er changing
and soon enough the cooler air,
and the damper ground, and the
air is toxic, and full of ash, and smoke,
caused by deception and lies.
This is life, you are smothered, and
then able to breathe.

See the evening colour palette?
Of fading blues and enchanting reds,
yellows, and ambers, they fall upon
the eyes. Golden in combination,
warming and enlivening to the soul.

Reminding you of some fantasy world,
where endless plains of amber grasses dance.
Where you wish your lifes short moments
could be spent for eternity with her.

T'would make the world seem inadequate,
but still, a dream doesn't die,
it ignites the flame of the soul within,
the passionate will and desire.

So gaze out! Look at the world,
immersed in the amber light
of days last light, and beauteous sunset,
that its beauty is enhanced ten-fold.

Alone* in the dark, I sat reclined,
My mind bickering, between thoughts.
Questions I have asked Time and again.
Each time asked met with a response
Different from the last. Oh, How this is very
Normal.

Festering away, burrowing deep,
Exposing ideas long since forgotten.
Scintillas of pain here and there,
Shame and shock, pride and joy,
The entire spectrum of emotions.

Dredge up my mind, 
Till this fertile soil,
Until this mind, indeed my soul too,
Is firmly planted,
Bearing fruit.

But what if I should bear a multitude
Of fruits!? What then? Was this meant 
To be? Or is it a defect and I need to start -
again?

His eyes spat fire far and wide,
his temper flared like hells rage.
There were few who assuaged him,
only the enemies who lay dead.

He searched the globe in fierce pursuit,
wanting them all dead and rotting.
He would bury them wherever he be,
On land or deep raging seas.

Have patience with me,
I'm an aged relic, a distant memory,
to catch up takes all I can be,
please, be patient and keep me company.

I want to be with you,
more than what this world could offer,
I would forsake it,
Just for a day with you.

Do not stand far off,
casting off bad thoughts and
negative critiques,
when two people are gathered
with romance and love,
you wonder as to why?

‘Why is she with him?
why he’s nothing more than
complete nitwit!’
and then you beg the reason
why is he with she?
‘Why she’s neither beautiful,
nor smart!’
without the heart,
to gain the closer look.

Ay, they may not seem
to bright, polite, or beams
of sunlight,
but here we are,
we stand and judge from afar,
without so much a wish
or will, to go and
have a closer look.

They hug and smile,
and you wonder why?
because unlike you, they
look not for just look,
intellect or past,
but instead to the contents
of their hearts.

Walking through a dim lit street,
recent rains pleasant stench lurks in puddles,
and the puddles, which reflected softest starlight,
the odd cars steady rumble as it passes,
the softening heart in the loneliness,
that when he leant upon the sandstone balustrade,
delicately ornate along the rivers edge,
and watching the canal boats drift on by,
as did time.
he in his depth and solitude, pondered
all his steps, wondering which step was wrong or simply,
out of place.
He had lost that which he had placed the
most value, and sadly it beat him down.
Tho' the starlit riviera, of this damp town,
was a quick relief to his aching
heart, which were torn asunder,
from a ill-thought blunder.
Oh well he thinks, as he walks down the lengthy path,
beside the starlit reflective river.

Take not leave of senses,
that in the course of time,
you might discover something divine,
that is masked in multiple guises,
which men find dear,
and if tragically missed,
requires the upset soul to persist,
for this is not just difficult to bear,
but burdensome from that moment on,
until the wearied soul captivated again,
pursues the new found love, and ends the game,
that life cruelly, and foully puts on.

You see,
its not just me,
its common to the world,
hurt by this love, so called.

We walk around,
hurting,
in each step a burden,
a curse,
seeking some blessed relief,
finding only suffering,
we walk with knives in our hearts.

A generation,
all of whom have scars,
are being scarred,
inflicting the most horrific pain,
a generation with knives,
knives protruding from their hearts.


a generation without smiles,
with gloomy faces all around,
dreading each day,
each step, each task,
as we slowly gather more and more knives,
knives we keep in our heart,
because we're too busy to remove them,
or scared of the pain.

So we walk around with knives in our hearts,
it seems easier...
but this is insane.

I have no noble name,
no objects of great worth,
nor a penny to my name,
I have not the looks of a prince,
or equivalent charm,
no land, nor investments,
by all accounts of the world,
I am nothing,
yet by the standard of the Lord,
I have wealth of wisdom,
love, passion, trust, integrity….
or so I have been told,
my loyalty is unwavering,
my resolve immovable,
where there is evil,
my heart remains steadfast,
and it shall break upon me
as water does upon a rock.
You wonder as to why,
why you should trust me,
have I led you astray,
have I given such a false
impression that I might have
led you to believe that
confidence and respect is not
something I value,
for I can greatly assure you,
I do care greatly for it.

Tho’ by the standards of the world
I am but a broke, and lowly man,
to the other aspects of the world
I am surely rich,
I have no proof,
I have no support for these claims,
does my argument falter?
Nay, my heart is as much apart of these
words as my mind is for creating them,
I produce this testament in support
of my character, My heart,
my very being,
pray that you trust me,
for this is something I value.

WHEN the lamb is born,
In innocence and grace,
the time will be ever approaching,
when the lamb becomes a Ram,
a shift in thinking,
a change in action,
a new appearance,
a seemingly new you.


WHEN the day comes,
and maturity changes you,
be not afraid,
be not wary,
be confident,
Be all that makes a ram
a ram.

Through the fires of conflict,
or the coming of an age,
the steely bite of emergency,
the Lamb, will nevertheless become,
A ram.

When the minutes roll by
with all haste and quickened pace
I shall sit idly in my seat as they fly,
my hear resembling the broken Vase,
sitting chipped and broke,
as the music and sound of the night,
befriends my ears and invoke,
the sense of will and might
that I shall rise from my eerie seat
and move and motion change
for this my heart is over being beat,
and so I shall get to building some strange
fort and wall, with sufficient space
to roam and thrive in the hearts fair keep,
and I shall always be prepared incase
the bitterness of the world shall creep
upon me and spring in the night,
I shall truly be at arms, always
willing to show them my might,
and give them that which will amaze
even the stubborn and prideful
that they may feel as well the renewed
strength of my heart.

At the moment when the spear pierced his side,
and Christ had died,
Sins were dragged away, dredged from our hearts,
and taken with him,
for all,
even those who deny.

The words lost upon the
written page, are nothing
near to the tragedy
of words that once spoken,
dissipate and fade into the air.

A fleet of wounded hearts,
mangled, beaten and broke,
wander helplessly through life,
not knowing who to trust,
or even where to go,
simply hurt, shattered and broken,
this sad little fleet of Wounded Hearts.

Wounded Hearts lay all around me,
slowly fading away, withering painfully.
Knowing not how to fix it,
they keep the wounds fresh and open.
Ne’er seeking to mend their,
sad little wounded hearts.

Fresh wounds made every day,
more upon the already existing.
How much can these wounded hearts
take? Bitter hearts tear the loving ones
to pieces and ne’er do they run away.
Yet, Stay and face the pain and hurt,
for whatever reason their hearts remain loyal
to that which hurts them,
hoping for relief.

Instead I beseech the fleet of wounded hearts,
“Follow Me, I will show you who can fix you.”
My Father, He lovingly made you a heart,
and people have destroyed them,
pray go to him, that he might mend them,
make them whole again,
it is his wish and desire to see you whole
once more,
and reduce the fleet of wounded hearts,
to none.

I had a poem in mind,
take note that it is not this one,
Pray that the lord grant me mercy,
and clarity,
that I might write the words I had intended
free from restriction,
that my heart pours out onto this
the world wide web.

You ask me frequently,
why do I love you?
and this is my heartfelt reply,
I love you to the core,
regardless of the past
you're on brand new shores,
forget about the past,
Let me love you.
You're beautiful,
you don't flaunt it,
nor do you ignore it,
I choose to embrace it,
and let the world know,
I love it.

Yes, Loving you is quite a joy,
to try and put a smile on your dimpled face,
to make you feel admired, wanted, liked,
To have a smile waiting for you,
and to have someone who wants to be with you.

Yes Im absolutely crazy,
crazy about you,
yes I'm simply mad,
madly in love with you,
you see, you think you're worth nothing,
you're worth everything to me,
and you feel like things will never change,
things changed the moment I fell for you.

I cannot say i'm perfect,
i can say I love you,
because I'm seriously mad about you,
you may think you're not worth it,
but thats just a lie,
you're completely worth it.
and Loving you is easy,
because you're so important to me.

I will crown you with Love,
I shall crown you with tender care.
I’ll make you feel adored,
valued to your core!

Bring you to a surprise,
one summers night,
a lovers dance,
beneath the willows branch.

Oh yes,
I know I’m a simple man,
but behind it all,
is just this one crazy man,
who finds himself totally mad
about just one person,
Just You.

I’ll take you by the hand,
into some foreign land,
to shower you with freedom,
and liberation from that we knew.

Rome, Paris, London, Berlin, Vienna,
the nations far away,
hosting Our antics,
Our getaway,
Our holiday,
I’ll hold your hand through it all!


I’ll love you for the days
I’ll love you for the nights,
for the memories,
for the happiness,
for all that you give me,
as I give you my all,
You’re totally worth it,
yes, You’re totally worth it.

I’ll say it again,
You’re totally worth it.

Even when you bash yourself,
Reduce the hope,
give rise to worry,
inspire fear,
I’ll be there to keep you here,
to keep you calm,
to keep loving you,
through it all,
and you ask “Why?”
I ask, “Why not?”
I love you,
you’re worth it.

Your heart, My dear,
Is ever being intertwined with mine,
a close knit fabric of love and romance,
like the elegant fabric of silk, or lace,
so fine.

To you I earnestly look,
and see my heart lose control,
and words pour out like,
water from a fountain piece.
These my days of joyful delight,
are brought on by you,
your smile,
and your beautiful blessed heart.

Prayers are lavished upon you,
as are smiles, and loving remarks,
each day is a blessing to which I inquire
"Lord, How many more will you bless me with?"
and hope he says a million more,
more often than not, I hope for
million upon millions of days, weeks, months,
that I may spend with you.

I admit, not all things I do demonstrate
love, some things I say are bitter and harsh
but I pray you forgive me, and apologise swiftly,
Always. My heart is for you,
not against, I cannot have you believe that.
I say I love you,
and by all that I am,
I mean it.

I call you beautiful,
not because of fact or hopeful lies,
but because its who you are.
I say to you I love you, I mean it.
I don’t say you’re my favourite,
because you’re not comparable,
I listen to you in the morrows,
and try to take away your sorrows,
I watch carefully your eyes,
to see if I can comfort your cries.
You see, here’s one important fact,
it’s true and I try and not let slack,
You are beautiful, simple as that,
its not just appearance,
it not just a consequence,
its your name,
Beautiful.

Beautiful is the name I call you,
not for righteous appearance,
not for coddling affection,
not for the wishful thinking,
but for you are beautiful.
It’s as much apart of you as every drop
or crimson rosy blood.
You are beautiful.
You, are so beautiful,
its more than just a name,
its… its… and identity of truth,
a banner to rally behind,
a truth that says your beautiful,
I believe it.

God calls you beautiful,
ordained with holy hands,
woven as so,
God says you are so,
who am I to try and contradict?
Well, I’m your biggest advocate,
your barracking fan,
the loving hand at the fall,
the one who cries to see you free,
and in freedom hear you cry out this one name;
“Beautiful!!!”
What is the day worth without hearing the truth?
Next to nothing,
but hear is the truth,
You’re beautiful,
not just in appearance, being, or in flesh,
But in the beauty of your true Identity.

Your Name is beautiful,
its why I say it to you all the days,
because I want to gain attention,
and bring a neglected thing to light,
You are beautiful,
You are beautiful,
You are beautiful,
this is a truth, I hope you believe it
as I believe it!
For my love wishes you to know it
all of your days, to live in beauty,
since its your name,
and loving identity.