"Go forth, little one." I said as I reached my hand up-towards the heavens. A single **** escapes my unclasped hands towards the sky, and then beyond. Soaring tactfully on the cool breeze.
"You're free at last." And at that very moment, the last of my ***** were given.

*Fin

I feel sad when I see a candle that has never worn a flame
Dusty and cold, its sits there as I gaze through the ***** window frame
Sitting on a window sill, in a house just down the road
I'm not really sure why it should affect me so

What a curious reflection


My baby and I travelled on the bus, just the other day
Looking for a gentle adventure, a happy little get away
My baby started crying and I tried so hard to calm her sweet self down
When the woman sitting nearby us, threw us an angry and bitter frown

What an ugly reflection

I tried so hard to see her  in a loving and light filled space
Though I'm sorely tired with some people, that fail to run fair in this human race
But she's just a candle that has never ever ever worn her flame
Dusty and cold she sits there gazing through the ***** window pane

Pain, Pain, Pain

What a sad reflection

Music is madness.
It screams
Through seventeen
Forked tongues
And pounds
Its pig-skin urban drums,
Ordering on the
Machines of meat;
A soundtrack with
Samsaran beat.

Music is mournful.
It is the caw of the crow
‘Neath the stain of the sky;
The song of the wind
To squeeze truth
From your eyes.
It weaves woven silk of
What could be,
Pirouetting through the air
In a gorgeous despair.

Music is a ghost
That crawls on our skin,
Armed with gilded subterfuge
To bargain its way in;
To coil ‘round consciousness
In serpentine swathes,
Spreading its questions
With ephemeral grace;
Covering completely
Our naked cold
In a gossamer blanket
Of symphonic souls.

Music is a bird
That sings when I want
Booming its voice
From an amplified cage.

But bars soon will bend
As a zephyr distends,
Lifting me with
Wings full of holes.
Climbing the clouds
In communion I fly
Seeking infinity
As eyes drink the sky.

I know how sudden it seemed,
When I just vanished.

It's not because I was mad.
It's not because you're anything less than perfect.

It's because I'm in love with you.

And it kills me just a little every day.

Being the naïve human I am,
For quite some time,
I thought you actually cared.
About me. About us.

But it's all clear now.

You never cared.

I was always your back-up friend,
Always the one you went to when no one else was available.

And I was too blind to see.

But now I'm cured.

So with that,
I vanish.

Goodbye.
See you someday, in the future.

Maybe.

I did not run away from home or family or my present past,
I knew I had to leave, stagnating me was where I once and remained at last,
So I left, my home town, an acting out clown, needing to find maturity.

I joined the service of Queen and Country, only to learn that I was a failure,
To my dreams of absurdity, made decisions and choices hoping to find a saviour.
Only as an immature man can do, yet moving forward, aging as we all do, each day.

That changed and with more, than care that I became self-aware, not of my limits,
but there were others, differences too that I did learn and experience hints of fitness
possibilities, alone I would fester in my own skin, it was because I had wanted to win.

A career of eleven long years traded in for love and a 3 year marriage, in fact,
A Saviour found by the lost, faith found, He covered the cost, a propitiatory act.
Leaving a Gain, moving with a repeat Nomadic cycle, chasing work to find a Home.

Three hundred thirty nine months later, almost a year of months, we have been wed,
The memories are many and not the same but we grow much closer together instead,
You bring colour, and vital vibrancy to our life, do I bring you reason or rhyme?

I will keep this short and sweet and cut to the chase,  next to you I see life
differently, even when I look in a mirror at my face, through trials and strife,
and purpose, I am His to serve, my rough edges are highlighted by lasting joy.