Walking past the old homeless man,
just the clothes on his back and a old holed blanket for warmth
which he's draped lovingly over his old black mongrel friend.
Flipping him a coin thinking I still have more than him.
Even though he looked like I felt,
tired of trying to turn obstacles into pedestals.
But as my coin hit his begging cap
he gave me the kindest smile and words that stopped me in my tracks
"I see you coming with the world on your shoulders dear friend.
What ever bridge it is you need to cross, cross it.
If it's a bridge that needs burning, burn it to the ground
but remember never to stop building new bridges, never lose faith.
I only have the clothes on my back a shared worn blanket
with my old faithful friend and that coin of kindness you gave me.
Yet I look at you and can't help but think how care free and richer my life is
and for that I thank you."
Standing in an art gallery
I look up at golden fields of corn
shining like a reflective mirror in the sun's rays
they're in the middle standing mighty
like a gatekeeper to God's earth,
branches strong and wide in defiance.
She approaches him like one of God's Angels,
a light summer breeze lifting diamond laced hair.
I see the silhouette of her motherly curves though her white cotton dress
brushing her fingertips lovingly across golden corn,
like a mother's gentle caress to a child's face.
I stand captivated in its message.
Life is beautiful and free, God is smiling here.
Standing back looking down
to the cold grey floor, there, standing alone
a well used white porcelain toilet
with a cracked, stained seat.
Humanities abuse is running down it's back.
On the rusty flusher, hangs a sign
I see the earth that once was white porcelain
clean and smooth to the touch,bright white hope
an untouched strong surface to build upon
but now covered in the stains that is humanity
leaving our mark on a once uncracked unwritten future
that was God's blank canvas
Or just an artist trying to take me for a fool
For every dream I planted in a field of decisions
only weeds of what ifs grow
It was Hope that turned my Failures into pedestals
my Failures that gave me lifes lessons
and Tears that watered the ground
If truth be told
It was Hope, Tears and Failures
that in a strange way kept me going
helping me reach my place of dreams
for Tears and Failures are what make us stronger
and Hope, well Hope will meet you anywhere
Engine roars, tyres screaming at the hot tarmac
Stereo up, full volume,Meatloaf on
hitting the road
like a bat out of hell
adrenaline rushing,heart pumping
like a Virgins first time
the devil on the back seat
with serpent smile
Leaning over,in Deaths voice
"Put the pedal to the metal, take her into red
and don't touch the brakes there's a bend ahead,
you'll make it round"
The game is on
pedal to the floor
engine screaming like a well fucked whore.
I can feel the horses,see the fields burning
hundred miles an hour on the road to Hell
with the devil on the back seat in full song
"Like Icarus my friend
you've flown too close to the sun.
there's only one winner in this
one on one."
Into the bend we descend
like a rabid dog, out of control
Into a fiery grave,
for both my body and soul
on the wrong side of Heaven
Devil found me a new home
in his house of Hell
for my soul to roam
If you dance with theDevil expect to get burned
remembering some lessons can't be unlearned
From the moment you entered my life
I saw things in a different light
Much clearer, more vibrant, so bright
More clarity to this slightly blurred life
In denial I'd been for a very long time
who needs glasses not me
I can see fine
One faithful day my opinion did sway
when I saw an opticians across the way
Perhaps a quick test
to rule out any doubt
I'm sure theres nothing to worry about
So I rolled up,
spoke to the man at the desk
"Could please book me in for a quick eye test?"
In a soft gentle voice,
leaning in a little closer
the opticians is next door.
This is the greengrocers!"
YEP I NEED GLASSES
watching life pass by through a lens
waiting for the perfect moment
to a catch split second still in time
as the shutter clicks capturing life in a timeless frame
Questions asked by curious eyes
Who, what,where, and why
each picture taken like poetry in a frame
For are the photographer and the poet not one and the same?
For it is poets words that paint pictures and
photographers pictures that inspire poets to write.
"He's my voice when I can't find the words,my carer,protector
the man that kept a promise to stand by my side
no matter how high the hurdles
a reason to love completely
a reason to smile.
Please God don't let him slip from my memories,
please don't leave me with a nothingness to gaze into"
"She stole my heart all those years ago
as we became friends, lovers, family,
a promise to love honour and obey
a reason to love unconditionally
she became my smile
Please God don't take me from her memories
don't make me become nothing to her"
Always there by her side, tho she doesn't see him anymore
her once beautiful mind now locked behind closed doors,
memories of who he was long gone
their first kiss, their first dance, their first love song.
As a lifetime of memories become no longer visible,
by her side sits a man who doesn't understand
just how he became
Words that toy with my emotions,
spar with my minds thoughts,
tango with the soul
Inspire poets pen to waltz across a blank page
each word like a perfectly placed dance step
As poets tell stories that only a poet's mind and pen can craft
As lines intertwine and images of beauty unfold
In words that help the blind see
This my dear poets
Is what poetry is to me
Taking a leap of faith
She flew with wings made from wax
into the burning heat
melting under desire
she falls into his fiery embrace
her vulnerability and beauty
capturing his heart in an instant.
He beckoned her into his burning Lair
only to be blindsided by love
as she steals his heart.
Her innocence and honesty
captivating his very soul
Their fate was sealed the moment she leapt
As your ink spills onto a blank canvas
I wait in anticipation
as your pen paints a master piece in words
for my mind to gaze upon
your words showing me a little of who you are
'tho we've never met
As your heart, mind and pen ignite
and I read in awe every word you write
as your story unfolds and words take flight
when sleep refuses to challenge night
As your ink tattoos my very soul
words of beauty
Love, wisdom and meaning
words that make the mind tick, to think
Words that leave me
captivated in your beautiful ink