Ethereal spirit guide my soul,
For I wander lost in this mortal coil,
Give me strength for days I toil,
Staggering listless, like new born foal.

Cosmic torches, light my path,
My mind is numbed by fear fuelled ire,
Darkness quenching my inner fire,
Crushing me mentally with its wrath.

Travelling the universe, its dimensions vast,
I feel I'm tumbling, confused and lost,
Tormented by some demon I've crossed,
Always alone, from society, cast.

I need some place to rest my head,
Drifting aimless, direction unknown,
My rambling becomes monotonous tone,
Hoping to get there before I'm dead.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation.
2016

A friend is loyal, a friend is true,
A friend is there when you feel blue,
A friend will tell you how it is,
A friend will fill your life with fizz.

A friend will offer support and advice,
A friend won’t always say what’s nice,
A friend will try to do for you what’s best,
A friend will have a shoulder to rest.

A friend is there when you feel down,
A friend will make a smile from a frown,
A friend is new, a friend is old,
A friend is warmth when life is cold,

A friend is honesty, a friend is hope,
A friend is logic when you’re a dope,
A friend is comfort, a friend is bliss,
A friend is security when things are amiss.

A friend like this is rare indeed,
A friend like this, we all do need,
A friend like this is fair and true,
A friend like this, to me is you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

Cautiousness continually causes chagrin,
Beautifully by being ****** boring,
Always arguing against animation.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016

A poem runs just like the tide,
What word comes next, I must decide,
With words as water, they ebb and flow,
But how it ends, I don’t yet know.

A title from film, or even song lyric,
A spark will light, and then I click,
My fingers type, the poem forms,
Be it still of night, or as day dawns.

I use my words to create a verse,
I’m always thinking, a blessed curse,
I follow no plan, I write off the cuff,
So pardon me if some seem rough.

I use these words to ease my woes,
Wound so tight, sometimes it shows,
My poems help to set me free,
Not always good, but always me.

The style that suits, I make them rhyme,
I whip them out in lightening time,
The inner me is in them all,
You read each one, you will find Paul.

I write for causes of which I fight,
My inner soul as dark as night,
I share my hopes, I share my fears,
With more to come throughout the years.

My children are my creative spark,
They are my light when it gets dark,
John, Isobel, Lydia, Emilia, Ben,
You inspire me onwards, time and again.

We all have things held deep inside,
A truth we hold, that won’t be denied,
The reason why my poems thrive?
It’s simple, my sweet children five.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

A smile can hide a million tears,
A smile can hide a thousand fears,
A smile can last throughout the years,
A smile can say what you can't say,
A smile can guide you through each day,
A smile can shine while children play,
A smile can mask if all's not well,
A smile is silent while inside you yell,
But a smile can't lie from one who can tell.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

Darkness, despair, emptiness, alone,
Solitude, depression, fatigue, confusion,
Nobody worries if you don't answer your phone, 
Nobody cares that your smile's just an illusion.

Your mind seeks out refuge in a most sinister place,
Your confidence gone, you feel you are worthless,
So many ignorant of the pain in your face,
So many so called friends quite simply couldn't care less.

You cry out for help, but nobody hears,
You reach out for hope, but none can you find,
Nobody listens as you pour out your fears, 
Nobody cares about your scared, lonely mind.

The times you have been there for friends most in need,
The hours you have sat there as they poured out their woes,
But now that you need them, for help you won't plead,
As alone you must fight off your depression born foes.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

As clocks fall back, and nights draw dark,
An ethereal gloom provides a spark,
Autumn approaches, the year it wanes,
As howling winds snarl at our panes.

No sign of hope, no sign of joy,
The sun she rises, weary, coy,
Now time for rain, and time for sleet,
As muddy pools lie at our feet.

The greens and yellows, become scarlet and red,
The cold she greets us from our bed,
Jack Frost awaiting as we rise, 
From radiant blue, now charcoal skies.

The weather now, grows ever colder,
As Winter's grip looms o'er your shoulder,
Icy steps, with potential harm,
Scarves and gloves, to keep you warm.

Long cold days, turn into night,
You stay at home, and cuddle tight,
Lights burn bright, fires cackle and burn,
Until summer days shall return.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

Our time on Earth is short and brief,
Our parting causes loved ones grief,
My mortal shell has passed and gone,
Though my immortal soul, shall journey on.

From earliest of days, my life I’ve shared
I’ve laughed and cried, with love I’ve cared,
I’ve raised a family, they do me proud,
I can hold my head high in any crowd.

You see today through teary eye,
Sadness wells, I know not why,
My life on Earth was not so sad,
So think of me in moments glad.

A funeral day is all remorse,
A mournful day, I know of course,
But life was bright, always jolly,
So think of happiness, not melancholy.

No days went by without my smile,
So think of me and pause a while,
Don’t think of me when sadness looms,
But smile for me when laughter booms.

To you today I leave this phrase,
My time on Earth you can’t erase,
My time on Earth was done you see,
So raise those smiles, no tears for me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The song of birds, the sweet dawn chorus,
A melodic alarm, nature sends for us,
They chirp and cheep long through the morn,
Until the night as we start to yawn.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2015

To those with kids, it’s the phrase from hell,
One that makes you want to yell,
No matter how many times you try,
You always end up with “but why?”

They look at you with such sad eyes,
Thinking you’ll tell them something wise,
Or even worse, they start to cry,
But still you hear that cursed “but why?”

For things done wrong, you start to shout,
When we were young, that earned a clout,
We stood there coy, we stood there shy,
And so we asked that phrase “but why?”

We were no different when we were kids,
Told off for banging on bin lids,
And yes, I often heard that sigh,
When of my parents, I asked “but why?”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

Eternal flame burning bright for me,
A beacon of hope across life’s great sea,
A symbol of faith for wandering ways,
A guiding light for darker days.

The symbol of life that burns so quick,
That tall proud candle, with unspent wick,
My life it holds within its flame,
Either good or bad, it burns the same.

As life grows long, the candle grows short,
For a life lived carefree, or one of thought,
The candle cares not one jot,
It lives to burn, that is its lot.

Through time the candle grows so frail,
Just like myself, through time I’ll ail,
And just like I, oxygen gives it life,
To cope with all our daily strife.

Our time on earth, is fleeting, brief,
If time is tree, then I am leaf,
My faith proclaims life’s heaven sent,
But ends when my candles wick is spent.

All I ask from the life I live,
Is people appreciate all I give,
I care not for fame, nor even wealth,
Life is good if there is health.

I have the greatest gift of all,
I have my children, I love them all,
The gift I’ll leave hides in my words,
To me as melodic as the song of birds.

My candle of life continues to burn,
I have so much I've still to learn,
Until the day I give that final choke,
And my candle itself shows only smoke.

When time has passed, please don’t be sad,
Think of me with memories glad,
My candles flame, extinguished, gone,
Deep in your hearts, will still burn on.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

Majestic, graceful, slender, sleek,
Preying upon both the old and the weak,
The ultimate predator with razor sharp teeth,
Silent master of the aquatic world beneath.

Immortalised in film by the blockbusting “Jaws”.
Their reputation held, of our making, not theirs,
A large fearsome mouth, and black soulless eye,
Why people get scared, I can easily see why.

Falsely accused of as a harbinger of death,
Convincing people otherwise, a waste of my breath,
Reports of an attack and the world goes mad,
This creature is misunderstood, not necessarily bad.

Grey upper body, with soft clean white belly,
People believing what they see on the telly,
This magnificent fish, belongs in the sea,
To swim where it wants, to swim carefree.

With one single bite, it can deliver such pain,
Rightfully placed on top of the food chain,
A nice healthy diet of blubber rich seal,
Is what this fish considers a good, hearty meal.

Stalking below, this methodical killer,
To see her attack, it is really a thriller,
With a ****** of her tail, she zooms to within reach,
An explosion of water, as with seal she will breach.

The surface it bubbles, and turns a blood red,
She takes a big bite with a shake of her head,
With a few surly gulps, the carcass is gone,
She returns to the depths with such graceful aplomb.

The people that like to play in the surf,
This fine lady they all try to give a wide berth,
Her truth to reality, its really quite stark,
And you all know her better by the name Great White Shark.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

What do I see when I look at you?
Your deep and mesmerising eyes of blue,
A warming smile to greet my gaze,
I long to hold you all my days,
Your voice so delicate and so soft,
As melodic as song from birds aloft,
Skin like silk, hair so fine,
Memories of when I last called you mine,
The day will come of this I’m sure,
When I’ll hold you in my arms once more.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

To hope and dream is to aspire,
But me, I’m destined for damnation’s fire.
For Satan sits upon my shoulder,
My evil schemes are getting bolder.

That man you knew, that perfect gent,
Is gone forever, no time to lament.
I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried,
But now that man you knew has died.

Good things come to those that wait,
But alas for me, I’m denied that fate.
My kindly soul oft played upon,
So now my friends, that soul is gone.

The world today is fuelled by hate,
People choosing to taunt and bait.
I used to look with sheer dismay,
But this is now society’s way.

So to those that played me for a fool,
And thought it fine to treat me cruel.
Just watch your backs and feel my ire,
For now I’m fighting fire with fire.

It may be wrong to feel this way,
But every dog must have its day.
Darwin spoke of natural selection,
So I’ve evolved, plotting my deception.

This timid soul has lost its shell,
And yes it’s destined to rot in hell.
This is wrong I hear you say,
Ironic really, as you turned me this way!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

The dawn she breaks, so calm and still,
Her wispy breath, the morning chill,
The morning dew, the land she’s kissed,
Her soft perfume, the swirling mist.

The birds all sing her playful tune,
To lift the fading night times gloom,
Her daily role, to ease our way,
As we prepare to face our day.

Her task begins, as the sun shall rise,
To force his way into our eyes,
Her daily chores, to her no bind,
As we begin our daily grind.

Her task complete, she greets the morn,
As we still struggle, that stifled yawn,
She fades away, as day grows bright,
Until tomorrow, to replace the night.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

The lake lies silent, deathly still,
As the early bird cries out her shrill,
The morning mist, a sweeping haze,
And Jack Frost’s tears, an icy glaze.

The Sun lies low, a radiant band,
Her dawn light rays, caress the land,
O’er autumn leaves and glistening dew,
This day begins with hope anew.

The mouse, she scurries, light of feet,
As wise owl follows, she needs to eat,
Nature, serene, but oh so cruel,
For mouse to owl, is merely fuel.

The Oak tree towers, bold and proud,
His branches loom from misty shroud,
His bark all gnarled, coarse and knotted,
With fallen leaves, now mildew blotted.

Now dawn creeps on, the creatures rise,
As the forest fills with shrieks and cries,
The sun she shines, climbing higher,
Her orange glow, a distant fire.

The mist lies gently, across the stream,
As if a rising plume of steam,
The birds they gather by the lake,
Kingfisher watching from his stake.

A fish jumps clear, a splash, a ripple,
Escaping foes that mean to *******,
A flash of scales, a fearsome Pike,
As stealthily, Heron, waits to strike.

The Sun climbs on, the mist rolls by,
The subtle breeze, a gentle sigh,
The day rolls onwards as bees they drone,
That early bird, no more alone.

From dawns early chorus, to mid morning clatter,
As now the animals begin to chatter,
From chirps and cheeps, to grunts and croaks,
Nature’s symphony plays through the oaks.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Death is a future that all people share,
Be it sudden or slow, it simply won’t care,
It has many forms, it has many ways,
As a shadow it follows for all of our days.

Some people fear it, some they embrace it,
One thing is certain; they’ll never outrace it,
As sure as there’s birth, there will always be death,
The reaper waits patiently, until our last breath.

Our birth is a miracle, but is death the end?
On your religious belief, will this answer depend?
A belief in a faith does not make you wrong,
For deep in your heart does this answer belong.

To loved ones we leave, grief comes along swift,
But mourn not our passing; our life was a gift,
The times that we shared, the good and the bad,
Thinking of us, should not leave you sad.

Life is not living if you simply exist,
Take life in your hands and give it a twist,
It’s your actions and deeds that define who you are,
Just remember that death, watches on from afar.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I’ve stood where you are upon that ledge,
And teetered on that very edge,
Been summoned into Satan’s lair,
His scheming fuelled my own despair.

My darkest days, with no way out,
No one heard me scream and shout,
The future looming, scary, stark,
No light ahead, just constant dark.

My every move dug a deeper hole,
To escape this mire, my only goal,
There seemed no end to all this strife,
The logic now, to end my life.

To ease my suffering, to ease my pain,
To put an end to all this strain,
And so I stood upon that ledge,
To take the step from off that edge.

A seconds pause, a momentary blink,
But time enough to stop and think,
What made me stop, I could not say,
But that’s the reason I’m here today.

It made me stop, it made me think,
It brought me back from on the brink,
I realised all the good things I had,
My life itself was not that bad.

I had my children with love so true,
To end my life would leave them blue,
I had no choice, I had to stay,
And face my perils, day by day.

So when you think all hope is lost,
And you must escape at any cost,
Before you face the hounds of hell,
There are people in life that need you as well.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Who’s more foolish, the fool or ones who follow?
Humbled again, her pride she must swallow,
Understanding a man, she should know better,
He’s just playing his game, and soon he’ll forget her.

To play with ones feelings, a terrible game,
Deep down inside, there must be no shame,
Toying with one with a heart on their sleeve,
No cares for their feelings, intending to leave.

People with ego are driven inside,
They think they’re the best and can’t be denied,
To men driven like this, using people each day,
A woman has a phrase she can easily say.

You think you are easily her greatest lover,
Conquest is done, now on to another,
To you she will say, a creature of habit,
“You will not be missed, I still have my rabbit”.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Emotions are raw, Emotions are pure,
Emotions a disease, for which there’s no cure,
We use them in love; we use them in hate,
Not accepting the outcome, instead blaming on fate.

Emotions are love, Emotions are joy,
Emotions can break, like a discarded toy,
Emotions are anger, Emotions are fury,
Their venom explodes, like a page from a story.

Emotions are vast, yet also complex,
They confuse with their actions, be it kiss, curse or vex,
We take them for granted, we use them carefree,
We lock them away, and then let the world see.

We turn green with envy, when jealousy looms,
When love it appears, our heart loudly booms,
And when surely it does, as old anger arrives,
It brings pain and upset, as well as grief to our lives.

From earliest of days, our emotions we check,
If we give them free range, we become a right wreck,
When the mood hits us right, our emotions flow,
Just be careful of course, as to which ones you show.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Silent, desolate, dark and cold,
Its sordid secrets remain untold,
Ghostly, eerie, bleak and scary,
Rats scurrying by, all black and furry.

Alone, afraid, alarmed, alert,
There’s something crawling through the dirt,
I mustn’t panic, I must keep calm,
The creatures here can cause me harm.

What was that? I want to scream,
I wish this was a nasty dream,
I want my home, I want my bed,
Instead I’m worried, filled with dread.

A flash of light, a violent rumble,
As now the skies begin to grumble,
A spot of rain, then ***** of hail,
And now the wind begins to wail.

Disorientated, confused, filled with fear,
Why the hell did I crash near here?
A patch of ice? A spot of oil?
As further from the wreck I toil.

Wet, weary, wandering, lost,
I must find help at any cost,
A coin decided stay or leave,
My god, that wind, I cannot breathe.

The others left, depend on me,
I’ll save them all, just wait and see,
FOCUS MAN, maintain your thought,
The path ahead has dangers fraught.

I’ll rest a mo, this walks a bind,
I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,
The rain falls hard, the mud grows deep,
I’m tired, I could use a sleep.

I think I’ll rest up by that tree,
I feel like someone’s here with me,
I’m sure I’ve walked this path before,
That’s quite absurd, but yet I’m sure.

I spot a mound and a cross of wood,
Respect for one that rests for good,
A weary traveller laid to rest?
I hope their soul is safely blessed.

The mound protects me from the storm,
It’s strangely cosy, safe and warm,
I spot some etchings in the grain,
MY GOD! This grave, it bears MY name!

A tortured spirit I clearly am,
I must have failed my fellow man,
To walk this path, eternally forced,
A haunted soul, a lonely ghost.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Life shall continue long after I'm gone,
Will anybody mourn, thinking "Was he the one?"
Time itself, will march right on,
Each night will darken after day has shone,
But will anybody think "He was the one!"

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Happiness is a smiling face,
The tender feel of a loving embrace,
Happiness is a cheeky kiss,
Finding that person to fill the abyss.

Happiness is the love of a child,
Soothing your soul, whenever you’re riled,
Happiness is a person to love,
Whose hand fits yours just as a glove.

Happiness is an enchanting smile,
Or stunning eyes that simply beguile,
Happiness is simply me and you,
Feeling content, no longer blue.

Happiness is a simple walk,
Hand in hand, and easy talk,
Happiness is just the two of us,
A person over who, we both can fuss.

Happiness is a person, who knows what you mean,
By a wink or a nod that nobody has seen,
Happiness is simple, and certainly great,
So grab some yourself, before it’s too late.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

If is a wish, if is a dream,
If is a hope when things aren’t as they seem,
If is a yearning when life throws its worst,
If is escape for days that seem cursed.

If is release, if is desire,
If is the fuel feeding loves fire,
If is the longing for those that are lonely,
If is the wanting, the words are “If only”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation