Yes! It's another "Barry Hodges" poem!

Let me tell you a true story of tragic love;
And you had better believe it, for there's no lie.
'Twas on the Isle of Kos that I met Helga one day,
Sitting in a taverna, sipping an ouzo.
I sat down and we soon exchanged a word or two,
Flirting and teasing 'til the sun sank in the sea.
I suggested a walk on the beach (subtle move)
Which is when I received a nice little surprise.
She stood up in all her glory and then I found
That she was well over a foot shorter than my humble self,
A genuine short-**** with a prosthetic leg to boot
Which promised me something rather special.

Nothing put out, we ended up in my bedroom
And I shoved my hot tongue right up her angelic ****.
"Did you like that?" I enquired (a gent as always)
"It was repulsive," she replied with a slight sneer.
And when we woke up together the next bright morn
I found she had vomited on my bedside jeans,
Before leaving me alone on the encrusted sheets.
Unfortunately the jeans shrunk a bit when I washed the puke out
And their exquisite tightness on my private parts
Reminded me for several days of this amorous encounter.

Was her criticism of my oral skills her unusual Norwegian humour?
Perhaps she really meant to call me her *Übermensch?
Maybe it was sarcasm and got lost in translation
So stimulated was she post-orgasmically.
One horrid thought still remains - she might have meant it
(after all, as Nietzsche once said so observantly
"in revenge and in love woman is more barbarous than man.").
And thus I am left with confused memories of that night:
Her face was that of blond angel but her tongue was sharp
And it really was a crying shame about her leg-stump.

If you are reading this, they found me dead... im sorry. I did not take my own life, I had a terrible accident, in which iv lost my best friends, mom and dad, and the boy in which ill never meet... his name is steven jr. I died at a short lived life at 19. My mother and father will eventually forgive me for leaving. I didnt mean to leave my best friend, Robert,  alone when he needs me the most. I hope he will understand. As I watch over him and his loving son, who cares very much about him. iv been dead for 22 years now. And not a day goes by I wish I could be there for my friends and family when they begged me to come back and help them. To see my son who will never know me like I know him....

To steve.
Steve iv herd so much about you all my life, my middle name is named after you. My father, rob, misses you greatly. Hes sick... and alone. Not well in his head and im afraid that my help isnt enough anymore. He asked for you today. Your help, although I have never met you I feel I know you, from how highly dad talked about you and smiles at your memory. I hope writing this down somehow helps me help him. If hes lost, im lost. Hes suffering, he tells me he died 22 years ago inside when his hopes and dreams died. He now is empty and walks aimlessly day to day till the rest of him dies... I know he stays here because Iv Asked him to, he cant leave. Not yet, he needs to be there for my children, my wedding, he needs to be part of it, or ill have died inside too. And ill walk in fathers foot steps traveling day to day as a zombie. Help me,

Steve cowell.

Steve cowell died at age 19 in a car crash. Died on site. Moments after leaving my father Robert who was his best friend. Dad takes it on himself thinking if he had stayed longer steve would still be here.
We will never know.
It's been 22 years since he was forgotten by the world, but to the people he touched. He is still misses. "A brother he was" - robert said. Dad was an only child, and god blessed him with a friend closer then blood. He left his left as quickly as he came in, "life is a river, you will meet up qith him again when your travels get you to end" - kyle. Roberts son.

I'm just discovering,
baby,
that's what I was made to do.
I'm never done learning,
even about...you.
But the waters keep churning,
I'm just floating through
observing
swerving
and turning
over and over
the things I go through.

I've got to keep at it, baby
For me
and
for you.
Maybe because I've been through so much crazy,
I'm always searching for something new.

Lake waters rose heavily, forming
the wall with a line of sinking clouds
about to burst forth.

And for many violent
seconds, hail hit,
giving off a terrible sound,
like elephants
toppling to the ground.

Just as abruptly as it
had begun, so it ended.
Sun met rain
and birthed an eye-grabbing double
rainbow that hung dazzling
and quiet;
it, too, for mere seconds...

I’ve already graduated from high school,
But I’m still living in our house.
So I need to get used to commute
From East Fairview to UST.

It’s really different now,
Literally farther from usual.
It may be one ride away,
But with a longer travel time.

So, I have to leave earlier
Than the usual time back then.
If I don’t leave early,
I’ll get stuck at Espana for long.

FX or bus, you name it;
Whether partially or almost full.
Even if it’s very crowded,
I have no choice but to fit in.

So when I know I’ll be late,
I cross my fingers so hard,
Wishing that my ride
Will take an alternative route.

I just hate the fact
That when all else fails,
Even alternative routes
Are totally filled with cars.

In just a few months in college,
I already learned shortcuts to UST.
At least when I know I’m stuck,
I’ll find a way out of it.

In life, however,
There is no shortcut to happiness.
You still have to go a long way,
And withstand the challenges along it.

So we have a choice
And hard work is needed;
At least you know that
You’ve done it with effort.

Well, if a shortcut fails,
That means try another one.
But what can I say?
Manila is a busy road.

So I have to expect and endure
The heavy traffic flow at Espana,
As much as I can do it
In my own busy life.

I'd hoped to have left a trail of crumbs to map my imminent return but
either the birds have had their fill
or my wretched hands have forgotten.
And though the steps I take are full,
it seems as though I have not allowed the whole of my foot
to kiss the ground;

I will not succumb to that place.
I will not belong to that place.
The trees would weep to remember my face.

Hastening in the sunset like foolish children
we watched as the yellow sphere tucked itself into the lake.

As night time fell,
I fell harder.
He had me in a trance
using his voice to pull me,
lure me,
he whispers
“the road is too long,
but the sky is calling”
Up
   Up
      Up
We flew while they slept
running lengths of the milky way
and doing loops around Saturn’s rings
only stopping once to visit the boy on the moon
not yet a man,
but in his innocence, he promised to light our travels
with the subtle glow of the moon.

He lead me all over the city
weaving us through tall buildings and low tunnels
forgetting the path well trodden
and forging our own way,
escaping reality and everyday monotony
forcing the dull, normal, tasteless days to separate
into 24 hour periods of potential for excitement.

We ran this one light town with our bodies floating through
the cement trees and brick mountains,
not letting fear cast a single shadow and
letting freedom take us to places unknown.

But as time kept slipping from our fingertips,
the last grain of sand began to fall;
he hurried to get me home.

We returned to make a blanket fort
and filled it with our memories of that night.
I settled into my cozy nest of pillows
and we stared out at the world we had just left.
I cuddled into his chest as he held me tight.
“Don’t let me go,
even while my feet are on the ground.”
As sleep took over my body,
I felt my night guide sneak back into the sky.

I didn’t stir when I saw his shadow leap from the window
in the soft light of the moon,
for I knew he would be back again,
when the great yellow sphere slipped back into the lake.

8/9/2011

Just one quiet ride...
Neither knew we'd collide.
There I already sat,
Longing with, you to chat.

I guess it wasn't meant to be.
From where I sat I'd only see.
Your eyes and their sparkle,
Big and dark like charcoal.
We shared glances and eyes met,
I made you smile I bet.
I looked away fast,
Smiling away the past.
If only we had talked,
But opposite directions we walked.

One day I'll meet another.
But for now...
my heart had no druthers.
My eyes say hello
And yours say hi.
Quite a cute find
For such a short ride.

Just one quiet ride...
Neither knew we'd collide.
There I already sat,
Longing with, you to chat.

Fate didn't have us planned
I guess your in it's hands.
Au revoir pretty thing.
Here I sit, remembering.