Will you run for the highest mountain, when all goes wrong
Roam unlit streets, like a roving lion
Or stand here by me and sing our song
Will you dry my tears
When I am crying

Will you hate me for all my faults and weaknesses
Let floods carry me where they may
Or bring to me your peacefulness
Hold me close
On my worst of days

Will you be that fiery dragon, who sets my heart aflame
Fiercely, burns my free spirit down
Or my noble knight, who returns honor to my name
Before another night  
Comes round

Will your feet wander where the winds may call
Leave me wondering, never knowing
Or will you catch me before I fall
‘Cause the same way
We are going

If you hear a cry of battle, will you run safely for the hills
When you see me raise up my spear
Or will you place in front of me your shield
Will you be my guide and my protector
Here, on Life’s Own Battlefield

Your soft words reach me
through the misty blue,
like the gentlest rain,
they quench the thirst
of my arid soul,
and bring to life
an aging poet's heart,
as he looks over the horizon,
for a new beginning.

(c) 28/10/2009

Holly lived in darkness,
Holly lived in pain,
Holly heard the voices,
from deep inside her brain.

The voice that called her useless,
The voice that told her "Cut".
The voice that called her bad,
the one that declared her "****".

Holly told the doctors,
about these things inside her head,
They said she'd grow out of it,
as they sent her home to bed.

There beneath the donner,
she stayed huddled up for years,
The voices ever getting louder,
they kept adding to her fears.

To day a mother lost her daughter,
they never got to say good-bye.
All the time the voices watched,
they watched Holly die.

(c)  10/May /2010

For all you do
to make me
feel real
when
i feel so unreal,
you
season me
with your
sincere smile,
a mile
wide,
from the outside
into the inside
of my
so very alone
and not-so-healthy
soul,
i thank you
for all you do
to make me
feel as real
as you,
yes,
i do,
thank
you!
___
For Christine, "The Queen."
(true-blue)
http://beautyineverything.com/3309227505

She was mystical
                            beautiful
                  ­                      an angel in the flesh.

You were gullible
                           swoonable
                                      a romantic, nothing less.

I was tired
                   unwilling
                               a friend at its best.

Her call was alluring
                                    entrancing
         ­                                     a song to summon all the rest.

And it was too late
                             hopeless
                                       you didn't have too far to fall.

But she caught you
                               that demon
                                         with her deadly siren's call.

To all those who lied:
*******! Yet how ironic,
I'm a liar too.

Oh September, September
Lovely day today aye?
As I remember...
It's today! Happy birthday!

But, year after year
I've never called anyone dear;
Year after year,
no comes near
Each year is dry,
Not one tear to cry
And; I wonder why...
Will it be this way 'till I die?

Ah September, September
Give me a smile
One that would last for a while
Ah September, Please let me remember,
that nineteenth day,
that I did my way.
Oh it's September: happy birthday!
At least for today...

Things meant to be
Things only I can see
A stain of black
On a mellow white;
Things I lack
Are out of my sight
Curse be me
I can see that you agree

Curse the day that I met her!
I could not decline.
Curse the day that I met her!
I did not see the sign.
Curse the day that I met her!
I simply do not fit her design...

Curse yesterday, today, and everyday,
Curses to one and all; but
Blessed be that day I stepped inside that room
And blessed be that lesson that I will take to my tomb:

Life is this
We will all end up
Simply; in the abyss