An age ago, the summer of our youth;
That Eden where those sun kissed memories burnt their legacies deep into our wounds.
Oh those days, the fire within our souls,
A rage of youth that lovers yearn thereafter;
A squall of passion, a fire unquenched,
Those days of days, that time of our lives
Which still ember glow and light our now,
Where we will forever see and grieve
With gladdened hearts and grateful minds.

A certain darkness smothers me
There is no way out.
A certain horror waits for me
The hope I go without.

An endless torture pays for me
No one hears me shout.
An endless fear plays out in me
The light in me gone out.

2021

Here upon my throne of idiocy
I command a thousand memories.
Where each proclaim their majesty
Through mysteries woven into time.
And here I robe myself in that splendour,
Of the love and pain they muster;
Self inflicted wounds, too deep and dear
For time and tears to heal,
So, there to worship at the feet
Of this man whose future they will plunder.

'All of you.' August 2020.

All the lost souls, see them
Counting shallow blessings;
Forgotten causes, fallen idols,
Open wounds and seeping hopes.
So many broken dreams, hear them
Crying for their hollow faith;
Darkened hearts, bitter taste,
Shattered lives and loves laid waste.

Tom Lefort 2022

Those still left, bereft, bereft,
Nothing left, nothing left
But empty places, fading faces;
No one here, just this fear
Of forgetting all we said
Within those hallowed years,
That now speak just in whispers
As they are quietly left for dead.

TS Lefort 2020

The failure in us both runs free;
Bleeding out from wounds of love,
Snagged on broken bones of trust.
The futile attempts in all of us.

I chose to take a painful path,
Where my bloodied footprints
Trailed upon life's broken glass,
Bleeding out across the shards
Of shattered hopes, discarded hearts.

In loves gutter I found my truth,
Face down in that waste of you
Which bittered every taste of youth,
Spat out your words so dearly held
And choked that hope on cruel untruths.

TS Lefort 2021

Upon the shore of washed up men
Those floundering breaths draw deep,
Such guttural sobs of broken boys
Spill loves now but a weep.

Within the shallows man's tide casts
Fabled depths their lovers seek,
Those tragic cries of hopeless girls
The one thing that runs deep.

TS Lefort 2021

Twist and turn the lid you keep on everything,
Release the madness sobriety holds within;
Pour out the darkness, drink it up.
Carry me home on the rapids and rivers of gin.

TS Lefort 2021

When disappointment comes to call
I will be there, laid bare, find me there;
Open wounded and standing small,
Arms outstretched like a fool.
When just my fears are standing tall
I will be there, I would dare, leave me there,
To prove my worth was nothing much,
A slight of touch, fingers slipping,
Dreams were nothing, all I held
Were little more than grains of pain.
I will be there, still, always, just the same.

TS Lefort

Consumes me, controls me with a Poisoned passion that cracks my face
Against the past;
The horrors of my idiocy, the idiocy of
My horrors,
Falling and failing, falling further still
From my fainthearted present toward
Those broken, bitter,
Love soaked memories.

Takes me, betrays me, awakens me
From my calm to reap my soul
For lovers still held fast;
In that pain of passions fire,
The scars of youth;
Beautiful but fading, fading faster still
To a shadow of a hope once held fast
In my reckless,
Broken, love provoked yesterday.

This old fool stumbles on toward
A final, futile curtain call.
The lights are out, the audience gone;
Takes his bow in silence.

This old fool recounts the words
He never cared to learn.
All played out, the script so wrong;
His show goes on and on.

TS Lefort 2020

Fallen people are the common ground,
Relentless pursuits of no avail,
Desperate illusions of a promised land,
Flaying limbs no hands that join,
No hope no help no heaven;
Falling people screaming without a sound.

Like fireflies we burned so bright,
Hope eternal, life inferno
Through the darkness of the blackest night;
We blazed our trails yet now must go
To that place in which we rest our wings,
Humbled, quietly troubled
In reverence to the King of Kings.

So fierce the flame of ageing man,
Regrets eternal, death too certain
Burns up those dreams and best-laid plans;
Leaves just the ash of our untruths,
Fading, sadly aching
For that firefly light burnt out for you.

TS Lefort

Mournful footsteps toward our yesterdays,
Twilight now but heartbeats lead the way.
The flicker of love lost still lights this path,
As we search forever the echoes of our past.

Gentle go we toward that hallowed ground,
Where all our heartbreak happiness is found.
The hopes we had are a passion still ablaze,
Still it burns for us in these our darker days.

That place outlives each and everyone of us,
In that eternity we find the only things we trust.
The faith we placed upon that sacred ground,
Upon which all our hopes and dreams are found.

Mourned are the times we so loved but lost,
Wasted are the words we spoke in years forgot;
Regrets now all that bind as one our fractured hearts,
Broken be our lives yet still entwined by lovers knots.

TS Lefort 2017

You can dredge your mire of memories,
Try and touch those years by way of empties;
Pretend to yourself again and again
That it was really truly better then.
But the dawning light of sobriety
Will run dry those lies we tell ourselves,
Dim the light of yesteryear;
Cast cold the shadow of our today
Upon the hangover our past still plays.

TS Lefort 2021

fake #me #desperatewannabe,
Instagram selfie Facebook lies,
Snapchat fraud did you see
#truth #nothing #sadnessinmyeyes?

TS Lefort January 2021

Hold those moments dear
Never let them go,
In the darkest of times
They will light your way.
Hold close those memories deep
Never let them drift,
Upon the sea of uncertainty
They will guide you home.
Hold near the song of yesteryear
Let that siren sing,
She beckons you toward the rock
Your life is anchored from.

T S Lefort 2021

Breathlessly broken, yes we are,
Nothing more, nothing less;
Held together by cheap regrets,
And the stains of beer and cigarettes.
Shamelessly spoken, yes it's true,
The passing of life, nothing left;
Soaked to the skin in compromise,
Burnt from within by our troubling lies.

TS Lefort. May 2020

Your life was a precious gift,
Thrown, owned, ******, blown.
Exquisite youth and sapphire eyes,
Faded, wasted, jaded, hated.
Your strife was preditors gain,
Used, abused, refused, excused.

#debbie1977

For the past I have ever raised the glass,
It's as close as I can get;
Reawakening each drop of lovers poison
Thrown down my neck;
In memories name again and again
I pour out that lament,
Reaffirming the love of such great regret.
For those years I fumble for the glass,
It's the soaking up that always lasts,
That warming spirit to my soul
But burns cold as ice this eternal toll.

Tom Lefort 2022

What's done is done,
What's said is said,
So cast those regrets upon the dead.

When gone is gone,
When past is past,
Let go the ruins that still hold fast.

Where all was all,
Where then was then,
Drink up those dreams of troubled men.

Love still etched upon the page
Fading yes but still this rage
Where hearts that pounded, best as one
Will forever live, are never done.
I run my fingers across those words
Recorded there a love unheard
But bound in time, two lives as one
Now torn and stained, our hopes undone.

Vinyl, old, crackle and turn,
Intimate moments scored into grooves;
Atmosphere burns,
A revolving truth.

Needle, record, goosebump skin,
Long played moments again and again;
Our favourite track
An unrepented sin.

TS Lefort 2021

Struggle for time, fighting for breath,
Fading from sight, forgotten by all;
My life I leave for you in words.

Cradling hopes, fumbling vows,
Falling from grace, forsaken by all;
The shadow I cast is left for you.

Running from truth, hiding the pain,
Escaping the now, embracing the end;
My secret I spill upon this page.

Forgiving lies, regretting loves,
Pursuing the past, rejected by time;
The years I hid will now be found.

2021

Ink blue sky,
Silhouette arms that reach for you.
Cold the breath of God,
Awash this hallowed isle.
Twilight is here,
Hold the march of time.
England you my England,
For yet a little while.

Nostalgia, what a beautiful *****,
That unquenchable thirst and unstoppable itch;
The tap on the shoulder from the people you miss,
That kick in the ***** from the girls that you kissed,
Whose names you forgot through years on the ****.
Oh Nostalgia, such a beautiful, *******;
The sum of my memories that make life so rich.  

TS Lefort. 2019

Beginnings that betray us,
Childhoods that forsake us,
Decisions that break us,
Life that evades us.

Careers that deceive us,
Ambitions that fail us,
Lovers that shatter us,
Time that passes us.

Threads that bind us,
Scars that define us,
Years that blind us,
Death that finds us.

Tom Lefort 2022

Within desperate men
Such desperate secrets hide;
Where Hidden yesterday's hold their smile,
And broken promises rest a while.

Within hopeless men
Those hopeless moment's sigh;
Where forbidden moment's still stand strong,
The folly of all their reckless wrongs.

When the glass runs empty,
When the bottle falls
And drops of life all are that's left,
The emptiness I consume
Betrays the man we best forget.

When all that pours is nothingness,
When the end is all that calls
And drinks the days I now forget,
The darkness I will choose
Hides this man and his regrets.

TS Lefort 2020

Deeper than these scars within,
Cuts the fear of failing you;
Runs wider than the seas combined,
Tides of time are crashing down,
I cannot stop this drowning man;
Gasps of truth still hurting you,
Sinking now in waves of shame,
I can never find my breath again.

TS Lefort

Run your fingers along the lines of time
Scored across my skin, the marks of sin.
The aftermath of everything.

TS Lefort 2021

I was born of troubled love,
Those who searched but never found,
My first steps were upon their broken ground.

There upon that sinking sand
I sank my feet and ran aground,
And to their score of lies my hands are bound.

I am he who pays their price,
A child who bore that wage of shame,
This man so lost within the shadow of that pain.

TS Lefort

I never said goodbye,
In that slight of smile,
Or wink of an eye,
Those unanswered letters,
Your deepening sigh;
In my heartbeats skipped,
Our questions why;
No, I never ever gave to you
My last goodbye.

TS Lefort 2018

From these shores, we quietly slip away,
Across a wake of raging memories;
Through the storms we were, such crashing waves,
Upon that rock of friendship, this tide of time betrays.

TS Lefort 2019

That passion burned through skin and bone,
A fire we both still kindle;
Consuming us, dividing us, defining us,
A love no man should shoulder.

Our bond we tore and cruelly cast asunder,
Decades deep we know it smoulders;
Choking us, blinding us, ruining us,
A loss no hope to hold on for.

TS Lefort 1987

I broke every promise in the book,
Turned out the everlasting light;
Exchanged my smiles with bitter tongue,
I really ****** it up.

I stole every hope you placed in me,
Burnt out the fire of love;
Replaced our dreams with sleepless nights,
I truly ****** you up.

I drank away apologies to swallow my regrets,
Poured out the spirits of my shame,
Repaid your trust with shallow lies,
I know I ****** this up.

I struggle, bloodied pride, hands still tied
To truths that seem to fail and fade.
Forsaken, mistaken, faith awry,
In my race toward no finish line.

I let you down, troubled life, feet still bound
To paths that twist and slip away.
Broken, unspoken, falling down,
My struggle, punctured hope, stolen crown.

TS Lefort June 2020

Moment - Secret - Mine - Drink,
Stirs - Stokes - Secrets - Awoke;
Burn - Gone - Memories - Choke,
Light the fire of long lost love
And blow away the smoke.

TS Lefort 2018

Lights above the summer fair reflect on tins of Super
And there within a sublime madness, I find my lifelong stupor.
Drunk, cry, drink, sky, on our backs in laughter;
But this disparate, foolish love of mine is nothing you are after.
Bass, hearts, twilight, beat; that soundtrack cuts me still,
Above the fair, out of our minds, upon that wind of ill.

                                                                                     TS Lefort 1987

We kissed, I loved, you betrayed
My youth, a trust, perfect days.
You went, I mourned, nothing left,
I was, you were, my hope bereft.

1984

I opened my eyes and let the darkness in,
Every shard of evil cut me deep
Stole my hope, stole my sleep,
I opened my eyes and lost my light,
I lost my fight, I lost my life,
I close my eyes but you are already in.

TS Lefort 2017-2020

We were that few,
The troubled troupe of broken homes,
Raging youth and misspent hope;
We were those few,
Majestic, awful, lovers too.

And still with you,
The restless bond grows deeper still,
In scars that burn for those now gone;
We are the few,
Our lives, as one, always true.

1983-2020

Within life's maelstrom I am lost;
And there I hide, just because
I can, I should, I always would
Be that man who never could.

TS Lefort 2020

You rose upon our wings of youth
And shone as if a morning star,
You dared to tred those ****** paths,
A guiding light to darker times.

You fell through fingers long untwined,
Sank beneath those waves of pain;
Yet always, still that man we loved,
Beheld, upheld upon this evening star.

TS Lefort 2020

We all go,
We all turn and leave this mortal coil,
Our beauty woven into memories,
The ugliness of age will call.

We all fall,
We all fade and wither like a flower,
Our years crumbling one by one,
The finality of it all.

We all forget,
We let go of those we said we loved,
Our betrayel proven in our lies,
The futility of this wretched squall.

TS Lefort 2020

What will become.
When the flames of all we were
Dwindle, dim and all but fail,
What will be done with those prevailing, precious days;
Our loves, our lives, our yesterdays?
And when the smoke is all that's left
Of passions burnt and loves' bereft,
What will we see, what shall we be?
But fading, aching, longings for that former majesty.
Lost, bereaved, broken of all our dreams;
When the embers of all we are
Blow cold the truth of these, our desperate sentimental, autumn hours.

TS Lefort. February 2020

I am losing my grip, final touch of fingertips,
One last gasp, a grasp of hands
That spilt those years like grains of sand.

I am fading too fast, withers now a reckless past,
In desperate cries, my crimes of old
That beat within the heart that stole my soul.

TS Lefort, November 2020