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The uniVerse May 2015
I am a born writer
a worn out fighter
constantly battling my demons
frequently finding the reasons
to creep on going
to keep on flowing
29th round
and the sleeps now showing.

A persistent tiredness
an insistent wired finesse
Standing here battered and bruised
feeling shattered and used
a product of my stress.

A demons play thing
seasoned in the ring
resting on the ropes
jesting at my hopes
now running on reserve
dulling every nerve.
So I no longer can feel
the pain of my ordeal.

As my body aches
with signs of cramp
another blow he takes
its not over champ!
More blows sorely landing
it shows I'm barely standing
shaken and stunned.
Ding! Ding!
another round done.
The uniVerse Apr 2015
As vultures start to circle like flies
she stares into a dying mans eyes
his vision blurred, eyes swollen and glazed
any memories left have already hazed
he opens his mouth as if to speak
she leans in close and touches his cheek.

"Now i'm at my journeys end
no lover left for me to tend
a broken heart that will not mend"
--"no next of kin all alone
just worn out skin and dried up bone
all thats left has turned to stone"

She grasps his hand to her chest
knowing its his final rest
she squeezes it oh so tight
with all her strength and all her might
--just before the old man dies
"i am your lover" she replies

"I've been by your side for 60 years
i've shared your laughter and eased your fears
i gave you water and ceased your tears"
--"and listened to every word you said
washed your clothes, bathed and fed
now i sit beside your bed"

As he slowly turns his head
tears are falling eyes are red
one final look of recognition
as she adjusts his position
that single thought sums up their lives
as they say a final goodbye.
for my grand-parents
The uniVerse Apr 2015
I see ghosts everywhere
but only when my eyes are closed
too long at them I do stare
for it's them I fear the most.

A lingering foreboding
a heightened sixth sense
my confidence eroding
these feelings so intense.

It's time to bury my ghosts
for them to haunt elsewhere
no longer will I be the host
no longer will they scare.

I will exorcise my demons
I will exorcise my fears
now I can start dreaming
no more nightmares.
The uniVerse Apr 2015
Real beauty only lasts a while
like a fading sunset
or your smile
like a flower at full bloom
or changing seasons
it's gone too soon.
Such beauty cannot be captured by words
no sound can be uttered not a syllable heard
so I sit in deathly silence
and admire the view
something so timeless
as I look at you.

Like that flower
you stand alone in a field
supported by God's power
to which you yield
I dare not pick you
as you will only wither
so I must wait and watch
whilst you dither.

I'm glad I witnessed
something so beautiful
my life has been blessed
you do not need a mirror
for the only thing that reflects
your beauty is the heavens
something so perfect
I have been in its presence.
Gods own creation
such unknown perfection.

Like the changing season
you pass without reason
no explanation
just fade like our relation.
Please bring back your summer sun
so I can bask in your glow
from heavenwards above
just tell me why you had to go
and leave without my love.
If you are the sun then I am the moon
never to meet and gone too soon.

Although I don't want to see you go
deep down I already know
so I just admire you from afar
like another shooting star
so beautiful in the nights sky
you have my attention
you've caught my eye
I look in your direction
but you fade and die.
Rest peacefully pixie.
The uniVerse Apr 2015
This is why I write
for my words to incite
an insatiable passion
a dream that's everlasting
not this life that's fleeting
forever grasping
with every heart that's beating
and every breath taken
from the moment we awaken
for it's worth nothing
without loving
something or someone
with all our energy
with total consistency
but only you will know
what will make your heart grow
what really excites
i'm just here to incite
to create that spark
within your mind and hearts
I paint my words on paper
in order to shape your
destiny.

Now is not the time for hesitancy
the reluctant words that get tied upon our tongue
our voice faltered from when we were young
let no one halt your expressions
even if this is the only lesson
my only poem you ever read
let my creativity feed
into your subconscious
let my words breed
so you too want this
the urge
from my spark it does surge
until you can no longer sit still
from just a thought it becomes real
more than just a chemical reaction
let it become lasting satisfaction
so stand up and take action!
The uniVerse Apr 2015
My love flickers like a flame
as it dances in the breeze
it stands out in the rain
and refuses to leave.

My love is stubborn as a rock
it cannot be moved
it cannot be stopped
even though it's been used
just a single drop
can change the world
from being filled with hate
for it's my fuel
that does dictate
my every move
as my hearts been cast
it's lit the fuse
it burns so fast.

My love is a raging fire
that cannot be quenched
an angelic choir
it does not relent
destroying everything in it's path
for it's heaven sent
I know not of it's power
yet I feel it burn
I watch it devour
and try to learn
how to control the beast
that burns within
whilst it feasts
upon my sin.

How do you destroy passion?
how can you control the fire?
for my love is everlasting
my love does not tire.
The uniVerse Apr 2015
If you want my advice
follow your heart
and never think twice.
Never give away your love freely
nor hand over your heart so easily
remember it is fragile
so please take time and wait a while
as patience is a virtue
so hold out for the one
and let no one hurt you.

Never let anyone talk you into bed
wait for them to show it's real love
and not just sweet words being said
never let them beneath the sheets
nor waste precious tears on liars and cheats
Even though your heart may seem broken
it's a muscle and over time gets stronger
with every healing word that’s spoken.
Real friends are worth their weight in gold
as they will remain till the end
when you're grey and old.

Never let anyone make you feel inferior
nor cause you to question what's in the mirror
don't listen to their jealousy
for real beauty is more than you can see
it's what's found deep within
and not what's painted on the skin
as that deception fades with age
and all that's left will be an empty cage
where your heart used to rest
a hollow feeling in your chest
if you don't want to pay that price
then please follow my advice.
For a friend.
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