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andy fardell Mar 2013
These words come from a hand that writes in dutch
From a voice thats never heard
In a world that cares not much

For many years my mind sees what others cannot spell
No auto correct
No wishing well
This jumbled mind lays down the ink
Tis then my thoughts do turn to drink  

I cannot help this way I am
I've tried to spell
Dictate the dram
But spelling write
I dread to think
My mind is a mess
Stained red  

Many souls out there will see
That spelling life
Is hard to breath
Until you try to understand
A simple man in a time
That anger rules and write is wrong

Do you see?
My view is right but here its not  
The spelling devils do their song
No lessons learned my English poor
The ink does give me
Rage that's raw

Let the drink flow down to calm my quell
I'm down here working  
This heat is swell
And still I fight the letters bind
I cant escape

I do the wrong
When all I want to do
Is
Right
andy fardell Mar 2013
The smell was there
Old
Wasted
Dead people
Yet in they walked
Crawled
Needed

The ticket to life
Beyond doctors door
The calm of those words
A cure for the all

A look at each other
The waiting that call
They know all your wanting
Drug takers us all

A limp from a stranger
All left in their walk
The circles surround him
The death knoll do quell

So here I do join them
I wonder my fate
A drug full of wonder
My illness belate
andy fardell Mar 2013
Darkness awaits these wary eyes as
The chorus of the day fills my body
Another town
Another place
Ready for the load
So be my precious

Oil filled jeans edge the way
To my rig of life
Rock to the ready
As music meets music
Mile after mile

Lonely in my solitude
See life pass
Everyday
Eyes meet eyes never a word said
But a nod feels the same

Call to the phone don't end the delays
Cuts from the cars that never give way
To shouts from a horn
Not looking
My day

Food all a plenty that fills fuller
Shirts
Sleeps for the bunk
Time wasted
Another life away
Long the day as loading still waits
Another 2 hours
Another delay

Trucking is life
A world on its own
A place for the madman
A place for the lone
Yet all this appeals to me and the few
This world is my playground
I'm here for the view
andy fardell Mar 2013
The day started with a whisper to my ear
I knew you wouldn fuss
That day
Time of year
My thoughts of you smiling
Looking my way
This world has one missing
I miss you today

I looked in the mirror and saw in your eyes
The son of a father
Sweet tears from his sighs
The time had not healed
The sea that I shed
I long for your voice
Not that
Found in my head

The date started early
My time for reflect
Another year missing
My heart torn and dead

The smell of the coffee brought smoke from my thought's
This need of your fixer
From a bygone of tucked in dreams
Such memories hold me
Those past in my hand
The sadness evolves me
This day be the dammed

Time made the move that held me and cried
Reflections of mirror's
That look in my eye
Hours of laughter now echo's rebound
From times in our fighting I'd beat you a cry
Stop cos its hurting
My laughter our high

Violins to trumpets filled ears dipped in wax
Remember the music
A classic be had
I never quite got it
Yet now understand
You passion not doubted
Beethoven commands
Deep breaths steal my wanting

Dusk brings me home to a family of three
My son to be proud of
A wife next to me
They all miss your knowledge
Your kindness
Your love
Without you
There'd be ghosts in my love

We thank you my father
I'm proud your my dad
Happy Birthday
andy fardell Mar 2013
Simple
That I breath the air
Simple
Life be my despair
Simple
Writing life not fair

Hard
Wishing you were here
Hard
Change my inner fear
Hard
Hurting those so near

Simple
Smile to all that see
Simple
Be depressed thats me
Simple
Jumble all the words

Hard
Takes your breath away
Hard
Stopped and cried all day
Hard
Wishing life away
andy fardell Mar 2013
They thirst for my madness
In their own little way
These demons within me
Are here for the stay
The craving is blinding
As taste tests my soul
Sweet sips of this nectar
My own private goal

They want me to follow
Like sheep to the pen
The demons want hold on
That drinking commence
I cannot deny them that sweetness
Tastes good
Can feel for the falling
My world gone the thirst

So madness take on me
And do you this worst
The nectar has hold on
I'm ready to burst
The demons have won now
So down on my luck
I'm reaching the limit
This bottle I glug
andy fardell Mar 2013
Belittle my mind as nature does its
Work
The droop in my lids feeds this passion
In these fingers work's a
Bone

See's my head feel a sway
Seen thoughts come and pass
Me
This sleep I must lay
Fog in my clouds as I struggle to
keep

This body on meltdown
Awake I must
Stay
The writing continues
The coffee feels
Great

A zombie this feeling a scream
Be it fake
My life is of dreaming
This writing dictates

Sleep a little my friend
Slowly to fade
The page will be waiting
Wet ink
Still my mend
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