I hide my darkest secrets,
I hide my darkest fears,
I hide behind my barriers,
I hide my silent tears,
I hide my own self loathing,
I hide it deep inside,
I hide it from my closest friends,
And from the world outside,
I hide behind a happy face,
I hide behind a smile,
I hide because it’s easier,
I’ve hid it quite a while,
I’ve hid so long it’s now my norm,
I’ve hid the times I’ve cried,
The reason why I hide so much?
Because I’m weak inside.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

They claim that it is better to have loved and lost,
But is that true? And at what cost?
Letting someone in to break your heart,
Or let it ache when you’re apart.

Our children receive our undying love,
The greatest of gifts from the heavens above,
But sharing the same for the partner we choose?
Actions dictate if we love or we lose.

Love is wonderful, love is grand,
Couples walking hand in hand,
But love is evil, love brings hate,
Love is impatient, it will not wait.

“I love you” is such a special phrase,
But Valentine’s is just a commercial craze,
I like you, almost says “hey, you’re ok!”
But it’s a more realistic thing to say.

Some people wear their hearts on sleeve,
But hearts like these can frequently grieve,
A heart like this could be my own,
Maybe it’s fated to be alone?

A wry old cynic, it could be said,
But merely penning what’s in my head,
People they long for the thrill of romance,
But often it’s just a merry dance.

I’d rather say what’s on my mind,
Warm, sincere, thoughtful kind,
By saying something I hold true,
And stating now, that “I like you!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I long to sail the seven seas,
Or glide upon the ocean breeze,
To venture off to distant stars,
Or stroll upon the planet Mars.

I long to feel the volcanoes rumble,
See Angel Falls as her waters tumble,
To visit the seven ancient wonders,
Or listen to violent tropical thunders.

I long to dive with a Great White Shark,
And see the Aurora light the dark,
To fuel the wonder in my children’s eyes,
And play my part in making them wise.

I long to leave a world that lives,
To admire the wonders that she gives,
Travelling Canada from coast to coast,
An Everest sunset I’d like the most.

Nature’s wonders I long to see,
As material things mean nought to me,
To see myself such things of awe,
Admiring Earth, magnificent, raw.

To know that these are things I’ve seen,
And not just witnessed via TV screen,
To know I’ve played a part that mattered,
In conserving our planet, now bruised and battered.

I long to gaze at the simplest of things,
To enjoy the gladness that it brings,
Sharing with those I love so dear,
And looking back fondly, year after year.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

What drives me on through every day?
An exact reason, it’s hard to say,
I have my children, love so true,
Should I need more, should that not do?

But I have a fire that burns so deep,
Fuelled by tears I cannot weep,
My darkest thoughts I keep inside,
Where pain exists and cannot hide.

This burning flame its pain grows worse,
And this is when I write my verse,
Shy, secret, insecure,
You doubt that’s me, but me, I’m sure.

Confident, cocky, arrogant, fool,
A man who always keeps his cool,
A clown who laughs when life it frowns,
Alas a front, inside hope drowns.

A secret soul, with few I share,
Gratitude eternally, for the few that care,
I listen daily to other’s strife,
But few are there to guide my life.

A helping hand, a listening ear,
But few are there for me I fear,
My secrets hid behind secret walls,
For when I share, my world it falls.

Each time I build them even higher,
But of this task, inside I tire,
I’m always one on who you depend,
I’m always there a loyal friend.

But now I need this help for me,
I need the world to stop and see,
I can’t be the one that’s always strong,
As hard as it seems, my world’s gone wrong.

I rarely moan, hardly complain,
But where’s my help to heal my pain?
How do I stop things getting worse?
Simple, I put them in my verse.

An honest poem, with simple truth,
To ease my pain, I think of youth,
The smiles upon my children's faces,
With this thought, my pain erases.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Tick tock, tick tock,
The incessant noise of that ****** clock,
The seconds march through minutes to hours,
And soon the sun shall warm the flowers.

Can anyone stop that chronological beat?
As this lack of sleep I try to cheat,
A million things race through my mind,
To chart a future as yet defined.

My music plays to pass the time,
To lose that annoying hourly chime,
The tunes would normally soothe my soul,
But finding slumber, my only goal.

The neighbours’ dog and its eerie howl,
I lie awake, just moan and scowl,
It sounds just like a hound from hell,
Another lonely soul it seems, as well.

As if coyote to the moon,
Across the night its cries are strewn,
I long to hear its baying cease,
So I can lay back here in peace.

The time flies on towards the morn,
And another day I face with scorn,
I’m blessed with life, I should be glad,
But such bad luck, it drives me mad.

A simple life is all I seek,
With some excitement found each week,
A life like this, just can’t be hard,
But now insomnia plays its card.

To find the life, for which I long,
I must stay focused, I must stay strong,
This very task plays on my mind,
And why this lack of sleep’s a bind.

So many things I have to do,
To start this life, both bold and new,
All these thoughts sweep through my brain,
And why I lie awake with the strain.

To just up sticks and move away,
Sounds like heaven to me I say,
Which friends to lose, which friends to keep,
Explains my current lack of sleep.

Always nice, and seldom cruel,
Has always left me played the fool,
Cast aside, I’m usually brushed,
But now stand tall before I’m crushed.

I shut my eyes, lie on my bed,
As all these thoughts dance round my head,
So I pray the lord, my soul to keep,
As finally I succumb to sleep.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I write with a reason, I write with a rhyme,
I write when I'm bored, just killing the time,
I write with emotion, I write when I'm blue,
I write them for me, but I share them with you,
You may think them good, you may think them bad,
They may even be, just some passing fad,
But I write with a reason and I write with a rhyme,
And I write them for me, is that such a crime?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I came, I lived, I've died and gone,
My cycle of life, though brief, is done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

When first are born, we are timid new,
We have no opinions, we have no view,
These will grow as will we through years,
Our curiosity increasing, as will our fears.

An infant life, a joy to hold,
Your dreams for them, impressive, bold,
All you hope is a life well lived,
A happy life for your most precious gift.

Never forgetting that teary eye,
When hearing their first earthly cry,
They seem so small, held in your hands,
This tiny being with big demands.

Their life to you they do entrust,
Somedays they’ll leave you so hard pushed,
But for them, you’ll give your all,
To help them stand so proud and tall.

They’ll look to you so worldly wise,
To wipe the tears from their eyes,
All you say, the utmost truth,
Such is the trusting nature of youth.

All we can do, is give our best,
Cheer them up when they’re depressed,
Be that shoulder on which to lean,
And our trusty tissue to keep them clean.

A child is our ultimate task,
Providing answers to all they ask,
Be it girl, or be it boy,
They’ll always fill our lives with joy.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Life is life, embrace it, live it,
You have so much, so let go and give it,
You are unique, you have such gifts,
You cannot know whose life it lifts.

Just be yourself, as born to be,
Display your qualities for all to see,
To change yourself to impress another,
Will lead to pain and make you suffer.

No one can know what lies in wait,
To some it’s destiny, or maybe fate,
So face your life and wear a smile,
Just don’t forget to use your guile.

The path you tread, is yours to choose,
Some days you’ll win, some days you’ll lose,
These words aren’t reckless, strained or wild,
Just guidance I longed for as a child.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Love is honest, love is kind,
Love is brutal, love is blind,
Love is hope, love is sorrow,
Love today, is hurt tomorrow,
Love it comes, love it goes,
How long it stays, no one knows.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Someone to care for, someone to hold,
Someone to love, is the dream we are sold,
This fantasy given, less sold, more force fed,
Astute propaganda, it gets right in our head,
A person in life, to make it worthwhile,
Somebody that gives us a reason to smile,
Floral bouquets, love hearts and wine,
A card shop portrayal, it’s certainly not mine,
We all wear the scars of love lost in our past,
We all search for the one with whom it will last,
This image of love to me is a curse,
I’d rather show it by writing a verse,
The Hollywood fantasy of romance it feeds,
But romance is action, romance is deeds,
Love can’t be planned; it comes out of the blue,
It’s the beat of a heart that makes it all true,
Soft music, lit candles, romance portrayed,
But stereotypical, creativity betrayed,
Go with the moment, go with the heart,
Do something different, that sets you apart,
Think outside the box, try something new,
Be unusual, be unique, just simply be you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

We’ve heard them all in years gone by,
But yet we still think our parents wise,
Of all the comments I heard while still a youth,
My parents wise?  I need more proof!

The words to follow may not rhyme,
But sentences familiar to all through time,
If said by kids, we’d be classed as dumb,
But gems of wisdom when said by mum.

“Never takes sweets from strangers!”
But the man in the shop, I don’t know him,
Is he a safe stranger, or trust him not,
If I ask his name, can I take them then?

“Always hold the door open”
Who for, and how many?
If I leave the door open you always moan,
And you know “I wasn’t born in a barn”, you were there remember.

How many times did I hear “I want doesn’t get!”
Yes it does, I always got a clout,
But then you tell me “If you don’t ask you don’t get”
Jeez mum, make your ****** mind up.

“Watching too much telly will give you square eyes”
No it doesn’t, I asked the optician,
And as for never go to bed on an argument,
You’d shout at us for arguing, then send us to bed, *** and kettle I think there!

“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”
What a real gem this is, you only ever told us after the event, great strategy,
And that saving money for a rainy day crap,
We never went out when it rained, sound fiscal policy that one.

Of course we all got told about running to mum with broken legs,
Should we fall out of that tree we were climbing,
Or to never leave the house with wet hair,
But we couldn’t keep her waiting when coming out of the pool, so confusing!

“Men are very different creatures to women” I very often heard,
This is true; men wouldn’t be so daft,
But with a mum we’ve all been blessed,
Cos don’t forget “that mums know best!!!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I sit confused in my lonely room,
An overwhelming sense of impending doom,
I see no light, sense only gloom,
Whatever it is, it’ll be here soon.

The room grows dim, the light turns dark,
Outside the dogs begin to bark,
A faint red light, an ethereal spark,
A future cold, so bleak and stark.

I sense the demons, far and near,
Salvation has no place in here,
As down my cheek slides a lonely tear,
The reaper comes for me I fear.

Death you demon, come do your worst,
My time on Earth was always cursed,
In your ways and methods, I am well versed,
Of demonic souls, you are not my first.

I’ve sat and faced the hounds of hell,
I’ve breathed upon deaths evil smell,
I’ve heard many the chime of deaths final knell,
I fear you why? Please, come, do tell.

From first I was born, I was destined to die,
You hold no fear, no question why,
Your reasons cold, your methods sly,
Those left behind, I hear their cry.

Death is release, as life is cruel,
I fear you not, I am no fool,
To you I walk, as child to school,
To fight with death, a pointless duel.

As soon as born, death waits us all,
As sure as landing awaits a fall,
As fish in net, death brings his trawl,
Yet I fear you not, I await your call.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

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

Though years may pass, the memories stay,
I miss my family more each day,
I know how much you loved me dear,
And though unseen, I’m always here.

Those magic faces, with fromage frais,
And cheeky smiles for mummy, Rae,
To my younger brothers sadly unseen,
I would have been, of course, your queen.

And Dad, just think of all those rows,
Cos I’d prefer the low cut blouse!
But I know I’ll always be your baby,
For I am surely three times a lady.

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.

My funeral day was 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

Our love has blossomed day by day,
Surviving struggles along the way,
Our love so strong, goes marching on,
As today we start our lives as one.

To stand and wonder at the sight of you,
As you hear me say the words “I do”,
Our time together has flown it seems,
As today begins tomorrow’s dreams.

The first time I saw your smiling face,
How it made my young heart race,
I knew I had to make you mine,
To share my love through all of time.

To see you strolling down the aisle,
To hear your nerves, to see your smile,
A married couple, no longer single,
The thought of this, a special tingle.

This special day, is yours and mine,
The day for sure our hearts entwine,
We stand and say it bold and proud,
We love each other, we say it loud.

From taking long walks hand in hand,
To watching sunsets on the sand,
To special moments as you and me,
As we share our love for eternity.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

The old man he sits there pale and gaunt,
His face all scarred, built only to haunt.
The young kids look with dread and fear,
The older ones just taunt and sneer.

Parents look on at him with a scowl,
The braver ones they’ll speak with a growl.
Look at him, he’s a freak and a ******,
He doesn’t belong here the ***** old peado.

Nobody dares to ask his name,
Nobody cares for the reason he came.
They cannot see his lonely tears,
His voice will not carry above their jeers.

His life destroyed while still in his prime,
Himself a victim of a terrible crime.
His children were taken by a beast from afar,
A stupid old drunk, in control of a car.

Two innocent children just walking from school,
Recalled back to heaven, thanks to that selfish drunk fool.
So that old man in the park you are looking to blame,
May simply be, just releasing his pain.

We are all quick to judge when we see things we fear,
Or if we feel threatened for those we hold dear.
But once in a while, just stop and take heed,
For the person we fear, may be the person in need.

Reminiscing, pictures of days long gone,
Happier days, happier times,
Days when life seemed so carefree,
Before the darkness took a grip,
When hope was more than a four letter word,
Then I noticed something wrong,
Where are the people, where are the friends?
In those pictures, it's only me,
The views are only things I see,
A lonely message the image sends,
An empty world to which I belong,
Happiness, adventure, both deterred,
As further to the darkness I feel me slip,
This is the way I'm meant to be,
Hidden away from sunny climes,
To my very existence, clinging on.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Damnations fire, it grows ever near,
A future so bright, becomes unclear,
Repenting my sins, hope stares on aghast,
Paying the price for crimes of past.

I am mere mortal, of weak mind and soul,
Temptation prevented me reaching my goal,
Harassed and tormented for all eternity,
My past, still it continues to haunt me.

The day will come, I know it well,
When I must stare down the hounds of hell,
Of this day, I am not scared,
For in my mind, I’m well prepared.

As child I was told I would always be forgave,
A mere lie to comfort you in your grave,
For of your soul, Satan wants his slice,
The sins of youth, an eternal price.

I see the world with honest eyes,
The crimes of man are no surprise,
Treating the planet as we do,
The very same fate awaits for you.

You may well pray for your salvation,
And of your sins ask redemption,
What would you do, and at what cost,
If you found out that all hope was lost?

My advice would be so simple, clear,
Just live your life without such fear,
Confess your sins week after week,
If that’s the solace that you seek.

Instead I’ll face my evil with a smile,
Confront it with both tact and guile,
I can’t outpace eternal rest,
For Satan wants me as his guest.

I’m not quite ready to join him yet,
He’ll continue to test, he won’t forget,
But I have five reasons to spoil his fun,
With them behind me, it’s a long time till I’m done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

My creative style would always rhyme,
From bold to cold, time after time,
In poetic verse, there is no crime,
In which each stanza forms this rhyme,
It forms a narrative, that's clearly mine,
Do I like order, is this the sign?
For regularity my heart doth pine?
My poems form 'round rhythmic twine,
I'd better stop, I've reached line nine.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I've said I write with rhyme and reason,
To change my style, an inner treason?
Or merely just the change of season?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

This poem is nothing to do with copulation,
The title merely grabbed your attention,
It caught your eye, your mind alert,
I like your style, you little pervert!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Here I sit behind the tree,
A howling wind encompasses me,
It feels so cold, my face like ice,
I feel I’m trapped in natures vice.

The wind she cries her incessant wail,
While trees all shudder in the gale,
As branches in the wind, they clatter,
It sounds as if they start to chatter.

The moon himself hides in the cloud,
As if some sacred ethereal shroud,
No visible signs of life I see,
As louder screams this natural banshee.

Now heavily start the drops of rain,
The trees start creaking, so much strain,
From the skies, an almighty crack,
As lightning streaks through skies so black.

The storm grows near, I sit and wait,
Stare down this tempest seems my fate,
The skies now glow electric white,
So hard to tell if day or night.

A sense of foreboding overwhelms,
As shadows dance among the elms,
With the scent of sulphur the air is tinged,
As warily I sit in the shadow of the wind.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Whilst sitting alone, I had a wee thought,
Could I write me a poem that’s simple and short?
Just four quaint lines with no fuss and no mess,
And so it would seem that the answer is yes!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Simple things and simple treasures,
Simple times with simple pleasures,
From lapping waves to singing birds,
Simple thoughts and simple words.
Simple deeds, give lasting impressions,
Simple facts, bring important lessons,
A generous act will go a long way,
Simple things, for a simply perfect day.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Melancholy hopes for soothing slumber,
Dashed by unrepentant angst,
The incessant ticking of digital time,
Clouds my mind with silent noise.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Vivid words, paint vivid pictures,
As if a canvas for the soul,
A radiant field of golden cornflower,
Instantly creates a summers day,
Charcoal skies, of gunmetal grey,
Forms the image, foreboding, dark,
Yet with a pen, my skill is lost,
An infant child would do more good,
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Our words can paint it just as well,
Sweeping hills, and bubbling stream,
Creates an image idyllic, tranquil,
For those that write but cannot paint,
Keep strong your art, for you sooth the soul.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Silent Tears
                     Secret Fears
                                          No one Hears
                                                           ­        Downing Beers
                                                           ­                                    Filling Years
Needing Cheers
                             Judgemental Peers
                                                           ­    Emotional Weirs
                                                           ­                                   Prying Ears*

                            Depression is not a phase or a project,
                            It's a cancer to be beaten, step by step.

                                       © Cinco Espiritus Creation
                                                             2016

I mention tears, you think of sad,
I mention tears, I think of glad.
Tears are shared in love and laughter,
Tears we share in memories ever after.

Tears of grief, or tears of joy,
Tears at the birth of each girl and boy.
Shed no tears we men are told,
But tears show strength, they make us bold.

Tears of love, or tears of hate,
Tears we cry, defined by fate.
So think of tears, but not of sad,
Just think of tears in moments glad.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation