I lost my way when words were cruel
No spelling mistakes for one and all
The poems I write were life as was
Journey I found hidden because

I lost my way when spoken to try
Stutter and silence not knowing the cry
Tremble inside to push my way out
Journey I found hidden shout

I lost my way when you were taken
Turning and curling believing was broken
Hitting so hard foot steps I trod
Journey I found hidden forgot

I lost my way to find once more
Still I lay as thoughts would stay
Left and right to take what’s there
Journey I found was hidden
Time to share

What makes us, you
Colours of true
When all is there
An empty care

What makes us, me
Forgotten keep
When all is done
Left of one

What makes us, us
Edge of cusp
When all is now
Take a bow

Life time of hands above and beyond
Be me I ask for somewhere to belong
Path to find the wizard of oz
I wonder, because

Be still to try a whisper to hush
Amaze I’m lost, tiptoe or push
No heart of tin
I wonder, begins

By my side I lay my hands down
Real to believe, mask of frown
Find the courage to grow
I wonder, rainbow

If I wrote my words of nowhere land
Inside they come to deep to understand
In every write and every sound
Beneath the ocean of digging down

If I wrote the signs of now
They talk away uncontrollably down
If and when to tap the letters
Spell of wizards will make you better

If I wrote the wounds above
To heal and touch the fidgeting frown
Mad or bad is one way back
What’s your mind, a wall of cracks

Welcome the world the green of calm
Walk away when rush of harm
For you will know as silent sound
Stamping leaves hidden of ground

Welcome the world the blue of bright
Wooden broken cuts of light
For you will show the path to sway
Reach the branches new of day

Welcome the world the yellow of warm
Droplets of ice to melt the storm
For you will step as Lilly’s bloom
Blow away the dirt of gloom

New breath
Begins
Once more

New touch
Unfolds
Another door

New sight
Allows
Freedom saw

You once was in the living now
Footprints left, the boots worn
and walk along the stick to ground
In living times ,heart now torn

Days now fade the stream  of past
Hidden hands, leaves, crisp down
to echo back a million miles
In living times, beat no sound

Nights of rest the shooting mind
Remembered dreams, real life times
will flash the stars so full to stare
In living times, Dad of mine.

Poetry what’s in a word
Words what’s in poetry
Living or being
Written of seeing ?

Poetry what’s in a rhyme
Rhyme what’s in poetry
Now or then
Written of when ?

Poetry what’s in a meaning
Meaning what’s in Poetry
You or  thoughts
Written of taught ?

I hear inside, I push,  I try
to say what stops the nigh
of knowing hidden so high
hands will show of one goodbye

Around to swirl, repeat the storm
Inner voice, feel what’s worn
Repeat repeat,  silence torn
One word out loud for ever morn

Push the button, reveal the power
Out loud, one day,  clouds will shower
Every step, mast of tower
My voice of sound outside will flower

I’m lost
I’m hidden
I’m now
Forbidden

I’m finding
I’m knowing
I’m past
Showing

I’m searching
I’m blank
I’m who
Sank

Who or what I wonder now
Sow what’s hidden I forget to howl
In times to struggle I thought was there
Without to think without a care

Be kind be gentle of what you think
Life of struggle the smell of ink
Every word and every sign
Not being the truth to find

I’m deep of sorrow in every way
There to believe hidden in hay
Key to find unlock to open
Nothing to have hands of spoken

If we all lived in a world of what
There to ask the sounds to sift
Through the times to follow the dark
To hold back and force what harks

Deep in the middle of unknown twists
Thunder or lightening cover of thrills
Step to now or step of past
Stop and listen as the rain of fast

If we all lived in a world of now
Rise the journey the heat of heart
Guide of hidden unknown of far
Live, learn and be who you are

Always looking for that something
Not sure what or know not
So far back with blank of light
Through the glass doors shut tight

Always searching for hidden finds
Hands dig deep or deep to dig
Be still to listen ears of sound
Lines of wooden bound

Always searching for standing still
Roots of past or past of roots
Running thunder tapping round
Stop to step the underground

Is it poetry
Or is it words
Is it rhyming
Voice of hurt


Is it poetry
Or is it life
Is it written
Hands of tight

Is it poetry
Or not spoken
Is it silence
Lips of broken

When times are times of trouble to die
I’m here and now to wonder I sigh
Forgotten to know of heaven to be
To keep

When choices are choices forgotten lot
Your here I feel my hotting of got
Deep of fire of burning times
To find

When flight are flights so blue of high
Together of visions of play no show
Memories to sit a room to feel
I will

Give no more
When writing fails
Give no more
Winter sails

Give no more
You I am
Give no more
Broken dam

Give no more
One way street
Give no more
Whole retreats

It’s the simple things
That makes us smile
From bread to butter
It’s all worthwhile.

It’s the simple things
Will walk a mile
From smoke to fire
It’s all worthwhile

It’s the simple things
Inside to admire
From sugar and spice
it’s all worthwhile

If I stay
I will know
If I stay
I will go
If I stay
It will hold
If I stay
Forgotten day

Handle more no ties to hold
Speak for once and behold
Listen to know the sore of time
Signs behind stand in line

Begin  to wonder written no more
Hiding behind the curtains draw
Warmth to wear closed no cloud
Signs behind stand aloud

More to know for holding hands
So be the end the tide of sands
Walk the path no more to find
Signs behind lost in mind

Dig deep
No *****
Dig deep
Facade

Dig deep
Hidden
Dig deep
Forbidden

Dig deep
Treasure
Dig deep
Forgotten forever

In a world of what never happens
To sit again to feel the pattern
Inside my covers left to lay
Believe in never, land of day

Before I go in past of present
Deep to play what begins of heaven
Roar I hear the sound of moon
It will happen of not to soon

Locked door I fight to find outside
Soft of pillow my head will bow
Squeeze tight the light of lens
In a world of what never happens

Outside the heart
To watch apart
Families locked up
Taken afar

Outside the eyes
Smiles of one
Arms to warm
Golden sun


Outside the noise
Empty for now
Return again
Open clouds

I am
You are
To be
Forever far

I am
You see
To know
Forever me

I am
You keep
To show
Forever deep

I am
You saw
To love
Forever yours

Who  cared for ever a day
It’s now your turn come what may
Here to hold your empty sound
Cry the song, walk my ground

Fast to scribble no lines to rehearse
The blackness of the barking curse
Push along the walls closed in
Cry the song,  my friend begin

Open the path no pages of lines
Draw the leaves left in time
Hold on and wrap the warmth around
Cry the song, my friend aloud

What where, why, when who
Questions, are they true
To ask I would
Arms across I stood

What where, why, when who
Does it matter too
To ask if true
Straight up I grew

What, where, why when who
No time to think
Mirror to blink
Reflect at you

Believe the belief
How to see
Troubles across
Forgotten needs

Go of the now
Stitch of cotton
Soft of a touch
Needs forgotten

Calm to begin
Lay still of the night
Lights of shadow
Forgotten needs bright

To be of what and what to be
There or here to here or there
If I and I to if of why
Grind the world, pieces gone by

Am I of am or am of I
Tick of clock all to hear
Still of noise or noise of still
Spin of what makes me will

Above of words of words above
Message to read or read to message
Riddles of past back to head
One last verse or verse of said

Forgotton what we know
Behind of looking back
Bow the hands to sow
Open to pump of hello

Forgotton where we came
Dry the cloth of clothes
Strip to bear, no playing games
One of two the sun of same

Forgotton of forward play
Empty hands push through
No doors of hidden say
Forgotton for one more day

Words will fall
Feathers of all
Aloud of say
Forever a day

Words will grow
Heaven of know
Swirls of cloud
One day aloud

Words will come
Goodbye to one
Forgotten letters
Forever tethers

Words of a poem
Hidden in time
Words of a poem
Written of signs

Words of a poem
Strong inside
Words of a poem
Oh my i cry

Words of a poem
Little and worn
Words of a poem
World of sorn

Words of a poem
Past of gone
Words of a poem
Where Life Belongs

Grey of days
Nights of told
Spin of wheels
Clouds of cold

Black of days
Rise to know
Awake of cover
Hands bellow

Red of days
Warmth of freeze
Doves to call
Begin the breeze

Green of days
Depth of roots
Flow what tears
Arrow that shoots

An end of steps that begin
One by one from young to old
No foot to pass the same again
Tread the waters no side to hold

Present unwraps the gift inside
To borrow not mine colour of blue
Tap to hold the steam that cried
Words began inside of truth

Stand still and listen the tracks of fast
Pull up the arms held down to sore
No flicking back forever I ask
The day is now,  not before