A morning sky
touched by the very hand
of Midas,
casting golden glow
of untold riches

A cool mist hovers
Over the sleepy mountains
Masking their beauty

Programmed to programs,
harbingers of doom,
we drink in shadow
and drown in darkness
leaving no room
for infusion of light,
dragged into
pits of despair
losing sight of
the illuminations
that surround us.
Acting like
shepherless sheep
trapped in a pen,
when the very field that we crave
is ours for the taking
if only we could take that last brave step
towards contentment

I walk down this
long, hard path
surrounded by a dark
and relentless forest,
and my soul is weary
and my spirit is low.
My feet are bruised,
my arms bear scratchmarks
from beautiful harmful thorns,
my muscles ache
and I dream of lying down.
But you push me on
and you hold me up.
You're the whisper of
a breeze on the back of my neck,
an angel upon my shoulder.
You're the reason
I keep on walking this path.
And I know
one day
you'll guide me home

Beneath the silver
Sun of night's sky
He whispers sweet nothings
And promises the moon.
She is all woman.
She is goddess.

Beneath the harsh
Light of a burning ball
He mutters platitudes
And promises nothing.
She's a little girl.
She has much to learn

He's no poet.
His words are brash
And his actions are blunt.
He sees blocks of colour
Without varying shades.
He worships at altars of science
Rather than mother nature.
He shys away from
Overwhelming emotion
And hides behind
Facts and figures.
He's not a hearts and flowers
Kind of man
More spleen and moss

The gentle kiss
Of a lover
And he earned
Thirty pieces of silver

Nocturnal creatures
Eagerly anticipate
Time to reign supreme

The smallest seed
Planted in the deepest soil.
Nestled safely
In earth's womb,
Protected from
All danger,
Or so we
Foolishly believed.
I weep for
The flower
I will never see.

She blooms like a rose
Being choked by noxious weeds.
She will survive this

Doomed from the
very beginning
but at least
we tried.

While they wait for you to fail,
Try your best.
If that's not good enough,
Be safe in the knowledge
That they Speak in
hushed tones
Of your failure.
And feel pity for them,
That someone else's sadness
Is their happiness

They lie amidst
Twisted sheets
Legs entwined
And cigarettes in hand.
As the moonlight
Casts a glow upon her skin
He smiles to think
What fun it is to sin.

White tipped waves bear down
Upon the rocky shoreline.
The storm rages on.

Shimmering nightly
Like an eternal beacon
Of something greater

He thought he was the man,
Two girls vying for his attention.
He chose the one more travelled by.
Now he has to take his tablets.

Remember my laugh
Not my struggle for breath
In the aftermath
Of my smoker's death.
Think of the children
I love beyond belief
And how I have saddled
Them with this grief.
And how, when it comes
To their wedding day,
I won't be there
To give my daughters away.
And when they cry
And are consumed by fears
I won't be there
To dry their tears.
And how these girls
I love like no other
Will be left in this world
Without their mother.
I rush to my grave
With incredible speed
All for the love
Of this noxious ****.

Moonlight lays kisses
Upon a tranquil ocean.
Soporofic touch.

The memory of yesterdays pain
Brought to focus in their brain
Is their excuse to do it again

Sodden veins

He loves women
As much as he loves
Himself
Promising her the moon
While handing the stars to another.
A consumate poker player
They never see the truth
Hidden within his eyes.
If he kept one eye on the table
He'd see she has upped the ante
And her heart's at risk

The clouds hug
The diamonds of night sky
Possessively
Like a jealous lover
So none other may
Look upon their beauty
And so I am left with
Harsh synthetic light.
No substitute

And the tap drips on.
Will it scorch or soothe?
Will it gush like a waterfall?
Or trickle like a stream?
This thirst quenching giver of life.
Will you drink from it?
Or immerse yourself completely?
The choice is yours.
And the tap drips on.

Did you hear the poem
I wrote about you?

Roses wrapped with thorns
and coal on your smile.

The sweet caress
of a stinging slap.
Beautiful words
smothered with barbed wire.

Dr?
Mr?

With whom am I speaking today?

How didn’t you hear
my poem?

I shouted it
in my loudest whisper

She wrote his name
Amongst the stars
So heaven would know
She had found hin

Do you ever think
that these wittering words of wisdom
spat out, sang out,
by poets lurking in shadows
will stay hidden among the cobwebs
of a like-spirited mind.
No great explorer
with triumphant cries
to carry these forgotten words
into the light
like a treasure long lost.
A diamond brightened
by the passing of time.
Shyness
You have my eyes.

In my infinite wisom
I realize
That I know nothing

You say you will bury me
In the ground
And roses will grow
To pay me tribute.
I say burn me
So the words you speak
Will be my tribute
As my ashes give birth
To their fire

I will resurrect myself
from fractured hopes
and splintered dreams

The opeining of eyes and my heart fills with love,
The waving of arms and I cry.
A miracle.  An angel sent from above
For whom I would gladly die.

The first smile, the first laugh, the first tooth.
Memories all carefully filed.
You are the most precious thing in my life
My beautiful; my gorgeous; my child.

A devilish temper, an angelic smile
An army of curls, thick and glossy.
The warmth of your body as I hold you the close.
The queen, undeniably bossy.

I'll hold your hand for as long as you let me,
Protect you and hold you close.
I'll love you as long as there's breath in my body;
This is my solemn oath.

The first smile, the first laugh, the first tooth.
Memories all carefully filed.
You are the most precious thing in my life.
My beautiful; my gorgeous; my child.

It's a strange old beat
And a weird old track
But I'll move my feet
If your hand's on my back.
You bring the drums
And I'll bring the bass
And everything else
Falls into place.
Forever glad we got the chance
To lie in each other's arms
And dance.

Ask me how I am.
Really ask.
Deny my lies
And call me on it.
Pick a chisel
And crack my
False exterior.
Reach out your hand
And stop me from falling,
From drowning
In my tears.
Pride is my sin,
-one of many-
So I (privately)
Implore you;
Save me!

She has sapphires for eyes
And she's precious to me

The summer sun
Dries the tears
Of yesterday
That they are borne
Upon the wind
To carry
The dreams
Of tomorrow

What do you see when you look at me?
A woman with 'a tight ***' only fit for your grubby leers?
What do you see when you look at me?
A secretary you can ask 'what are you wearing?'
What do you see when you look at me?
Normal sized woman approaching chubby?
What do you see when you look at me?
Someone who would lay down her life for her kids?
What do you see when you look at me?
Someone who 'teases' just because she chats to you in the bar?
What do you see when you look at me?
A woman with big eyes haunted by her history?
What do you see when you look at me?
A 'grade-a *****' just because I don't make friends easily?
What do you see when you look at me?
Look at me
Really look at me
See me

One voice
Drips acid
Spits venom
Poisons thoughts
Encourages jealousy
Rushes through like an inferno obliterating hapiness
Preaches hatred and receives hatred in return

The other
Showers love
Hugs with passion
Kisses with fervour
Encourages growth
Tiptoes through like a trickling river
Leaving me sated
Supports all and receives support in return.

I know which voice I'd rather listen to.