You don't see me in the night,
My ears pricked for every sound I hear
In the dark, like a stag poised for flight,
And my conscience seeing surgery,
Each sound a cut to my ear.

Guarding your thoughts with my warmth,
Enclosing you with my poised embrace
In the dark, barely breathing by your ear,
And waiting for night to end
Its careless gentle march
Before your breath must cease.

Staying up til morning to see you safe,
Knowing you won't see me standing over you
In the dark, fighting the sickness with my eye,
And hand gently stroking your hair
Until our fragile bodies fade
And your wishful dreams hold true.

I have a gift for you my love,
I’ve wrapped it in ribbons of clouds.
I’ve boxed it in earth
And wood,
And rock,
And to take it would make me proud.

It’s really quite neat,
It comes with a treat,
There’s plenty to do and see.
There’s mountains to climb,
And rivers to swim,
And animals come a-plenty.

What’s that we’ve got here?
Back here? No, there;
A ****** let loose again.
He’ll **** some more,
One, two, three, four,
As he feeds from innocent pain.

Don’t focus on him,
It’s not that often.
Most of them are quite nice.
They’ll look after their pets
And pay for the vets
And make sure they’re clean of lice.

What’s that you say?
They call that money
And it makes the world go round.
They’ll lie, cheat, and ****
With a malevolent will
To bury it in the ground.

Maybe not that,
Then how about this?
They pray to God above.
They made a religion
From bits of tradition
And an inalienable need for love.

I thought you’d like that,
It’s right up your street.
Communities bonding together.
Well at least for a hour
Before that all goes sour,
And God is blamed for the weather.

Oh I know what you’re saying,
That’s music they’re playing.
It’s supposed to set them free.
But what they don’t know
Or won’t care to show,
Is it’s another monetary plea.

What have we got now?
Let’s shake it about.
Oh look, a war for free.
There’s millions dying
And politicians are lying
If you look a little closely.

Now don’t be like that,
It’s not all that bad.
There’s ingenuity.
Now see how they fight,
It’s for oil at night,
Electricity doesn’t come free.

What? You don’t want my gift?
Is there something wrong with it?
I’ll chuck in pollution as well.
Well, if it’s not for your taste,
And you think it’s a waste,
I’ll re-market and label it Hell.

That's no good, said Miss pointedly,
As my poetic dart hit a wall
Made of contempt and frustration,
All hers, not really mine at all.

Where’s the structure, the rhythm?
Why there’s nothing at all,
Just a jumble of ink smudged words
You may as well scrunch in a ball.

I sat patiently and weathered this storm,
As her wind rattled windows inside my hall.

Are you listening Blake?
No, not at all.
Though perhaps just a bit,
Enough to recall,
Eighteen years later,
Long after your fall.

Perhaps you were right, and I was too young,
To see quite how bad my poetry was penned
On ink spotted pages in tea stains of angst,
The rules being lost as I twist them and bend.

So this is to you, my old English witch,
Who cursed my work with dismal dismay.
Maybe I learned a little bit more
Than you thought I did that day.

The woods were bright that night

As I walked amongst the dead

Trees and stepped through moonlight.

She smiled in the shadows

A partial moon

But bright in the dark,

A lantern of hope,

A light to mark.

I stepped through the gloom

And pulled her near,

Her curves defined

In bright silver.

She felt so soft,

I was decieved.

Her skin was cold,

My soul was cleaved.

Now I wander the woods at night

In search of my soul

In the deep moonlight.

It's been so long since I spoke to you
And touched your side, a gentle tease.
Too long since we danced in sync
And moved beneath that gentle fleece.
Consider this, my almost love,
While we move along our separate lanes;
The world turns, the rivers flow,
The mountians climb, despite the pains.

Now I'm held beneath the moon,
I dance upon a field of green,
I found my love who loves me true,
A gentle love, my life long queen.
I'm sorry for the time I lost,
Wasting time in others arms.
With these words I banish you
And embrace my gentle lover's charms.