Ever since you started following me I realised you are a husk of a soul.

Your mere presence is irritating.

The fact that you're being an irritation bolsters my assessment that you are actually an irritating being.

What's it like to be an irritant?

Not sure.

I know you're being a stimulant.

Shop fronts, curbs and pavements.
Bin men wear hearts on their sleeve.
Coffee shops, bakers and jewellers.
A homeless man searching reprieve.

Adverts and billboards shine bright.
The cleaners have swept the streets bare.
Commuters and tourists combined.
This city called London we share.

Marching to a steady beat
Marching to a steady beat

The pavement are veins
People the blood
The city the heart

Pumping the beat
Pumping the beat

Your words took my breath away!

A child being born.
A first kiss.
I will never forget.

Each word enveloping me.
Gripping my attention.
Consuming the fibres of my being.

Each word striking a chord in my heart to make the blood fizz.

My body became a slave to its rhythm. I became a mere husk in awe of beauty.

As a a heavy tear fell I realised it was a poem from you to me. X

"What's your name?"
"John"
"John who?"
"John Stevens"
"Who is, John Stevens?"
"Me"
"Hello Me!"

With a wink it fell.
Slipping, sliding down her cheek.
Oh.... if only I could bottle that stuff.
On eBay it would sell.

Why do the most important words, get the least attention?

Oft times I dwell on Denmark,
Lilacs,Roses wild,
long stretch golden beaches
Sea for miles and miles.

Pure in fading sunlight
Rainbows laying down
colors everywhere.
Paint peel upturned rowboat,
dried out by the sun,
sits tight it's place upon the sand,
Someone left it there.

Shafts of Gold and Orange,
glorious in their cast
alight the magical fir trees,
sturdy,built to last,
to stand against the winds
that often prowl the sand,
echoing the Viking Gods
whispering through the land.

They tell of ancient stories
their legends and the Sea,
sometimes,
I hear them calling,
calling out to me.