Thank you for seeing me,
Whilst everyone was looking at me,
You spoke to me,
And then you saw me.
You didn’t assume to know me by how I looked,
You didn’t think you knew my life by the clothes I wear,
You never took for granted my state of mind ,
because of how I behaved,
You just spoke to me,
And you saw me,
In a world so blind,
Thank you for seeing me.

wM

I met a transient man the other day,
He looked discerningly average with a hint of surreal,
He was real,
As much as real can be,
He was ripples of time in the form of a man,
Not travelling time but aware of time travelled,
Life seemed no longer secluded,
My memories unravelled,
He’s seen what’s coming and he’s seen what’s past,
He told me the human race would last,
He spoke of us from an objective perspective,
If I didn’t know better I’d say even protective,
I pondered gently as to where he has been,
Where he comes from and what he has seen,
I thought my encounter was all about him,
Slowly I’m realising I’m rebuilding kin,
We’ve met up before in this long scattered plan,
I think that's because I’m a transient man.

wM

Why won’t addiction  leave me alone,
Get fed up and just go away,
It’s not like we’re friends or get on all the much,
But he insists on having to stay,
We may have the odd laugh,
Hang out when we’re bored,
And he’s there when I’m broken or dumped,
But the rest of the time I don’t want him around,
So why he’s still here’s got me stumped.
We broke up last summer,
I felt so alive,
It was nice just to hear my own voice,
I was determined to prove I could manage myself,
It was like being me without all of the noise.
But here I am now,
8 months down the line,
Addiction and me are back on,
I thought I could beat him all by myself,
But I realise now I was wrong.
This time I’m asking,
I’m taking the help,
The support and the sponsor and me,
This time I’m leaving and not going back,
Because this time it’s all about me.

wM

You say the rain makes everything miserable,
You hate the still of the darkness,
You tell me lightning scares you,
You can’t stand the wind ,


I see the heavens releasing tears of happiness to rejoice in the beauty that is,
I love the way midnight gently silences the night to magnify the moon,
I relish the rarity that fractures the sky with earth's own raw emotions,
And I am reminded of my place when I feel the gentle might of earth's caress.


Life isn’t about what we see,
It’s about how we see it.

wM

A myriad of faces from infinite places,
Each lost in the thought of your eyes,
Echoes of past moving so fast,
One born every second one dies,
A timeline of specks,
That appears so complex,
Yet for me it’s so natural to see,
As I look through your faces,
From so many places,
I know that it’s here we must be.

wM