if my purpose was to live
my job has not begun.

if my purpose is to die.
my job here is done.

the world tells me to have fun;
but I feel nothing; I've grown numb.

may death come soon;
MAY KINGDOM COME!

I watch you watch me.
Your staring blue-green eyes
Like a summer Corfu sea
laugh as the seagull cries
Wishing things could be.

We know that it's too soon
And now it is too late
Since we met in early bloom
Not worried about fate.

But now we realize
How perfect we both could be
And in dismayed surprise
How much we need to see.

And so we love in silence
Our wings willingly clipped
Pausing any violence
Our hearts so clearly stripped.

One day one must leave
To live our youths away
And I will only grieve
Seeing our time decay.

I would do all for the
love of my man,
cause he does things to me
that no-one else can.

When he looks at me
it pull strings in my heart.
Although I'm sometimes
put off when I hear him ****.

I do love to look
at him sleeping at night.
But he should shut the door
when he's having a *****.

He should open a window
when he exits the loo,
and pull the **** chain
so I can't see his poo.

I wish he would learn
how to do washing up
not to drop cigarette butts
in a half empty cup.

He could fold his clothes up
and put them away
not to just take them off
and leave them where they lay.

Not to fix carburrettas
on the new coffee table
and perhaps to drink less
so his walking is stable.

With this in my mind
I still feel such a force
but feel much better now
since I had the divorce.

Sometimes I like to stare in the mirror.
Not because of vanity.
Not because of conceit.
Purely to see my own energy.
To look straight into my own soul.
My reflection releases me,
Reminds me this is just temporary.
I love to look at myself,
And notice something new everyday.
The days pass and I change.
I grow.
Not up or down.
But sideways.
And around.
I reflect on the past.
And even the future too.
I look in the mirror and I see.
I see.