Our clock beating hearts stop dead
Having measured length and breadth
Of love that we held and lost in this hell
Of beauty that faded with senile minds

We long to remember hands that we held
Fresh kisses connecting stories we told
Together for moments but ages apart
Silent night prayers relinquishing love

The ticking ticks on through the hours we wasted
Pointless pursuits to fill up the cracks
Alliances made with time stealing chores
Passion wasted on uncaring bores

But through all the beating I see some unflinching clocks
With broken hour hands spinning their dreams

Down by the ocean,
under the sea,
no one can find me.
I can be free:
Free from the troubles
that get me down,
floating weightless,
no-one around.

So many treasures
longing to be.
Little sea creatures
talking to me,
telling me secrets
I've never known,
how stars in the water
cause them to glow.

Sotto il mare,
provondo il mare,
the shipwreck is calling,
I'm leaving it there.

Coraggio nella vita.
Courage for life.

I can feel her breathe again.

Glimpses of colour glimmer through the shadows of the past,
I see my poetry returning in an orange dress.

We held hands and drank wine in each others souls.

Bird Fly
into your blue sky.
It is cold here,
Go find the warm sun.
Sell all
that weighs you down dear
for a dream and
so far away.

I'll stay
here in my night sky
where thousands of fireflies
are keeping me dreaming
of a true love,
brave and bleeding,
of a dream and
so far away.

Glistening skyscrapers are calling you on
to your tower of hope and your journey beyond.

May you find your way
from this hollow ground.

Glistening skyscrapers in Eastern skies
where streets are safe and money spins like dice.

But it all fell down
when I kissed your ground,
when you took me home-
oh I knew you'd go.

I'll stay
here in my night sky
where thousands of fireflies
are keeping me dreaming
of a true love,
brave and bleeding,
unafraid.

There is a well of tears
in the heart of hell,
tempered by the barren years,
filled up with our loss and fears
for moments that we hold so dear.

I am just another traveller
that is knocking on your door
staying at your cheap motel
like so many men before.
I’ve been here so many times
it’s easier to ignore-
that innocence has lost its life
and it’s bleeding on the floor.

You are just another pretty face
that led me to her room.
I recognise the same perfume
with a slightly different guise.
When I’m drugged inside your secret place,
it seems that hope’s alive,
but the simplicity of finding you
is only in my mind.

its easier to be alone in the dark.
When a love song you love is playing on the radio,
it is better not to know.

It is better she never smiled
than to go on the roller coaster of intensity.
The problem is that it is only seen in retrospect,
when the heart you wear on your sleeve has bled out all your joy.

Until that time,
you hunt for your own heartache,
and when you think you have healed,
it starts again.