Poems are
Gift of raw
Talk to walk
Of past before

Life writes
Secrets down
Open door
Ink of hands

Hidden lines
Stuttered grinds
Question mark
Story rhymes

Favourite IF
Opened gift
Chorus Line
My poetry mind

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

There’s days when rain will fall
Hiding through, waters storm
Puddles so deep within
Bittersweet the storm calls

There’s days when sun will say
Rise the light of rays
In every man changing turns
Shines the redness burns

There’s days when both will be
Colours of the highest gleam
Across the calling wakes
Beauty above, never forsake

My hands held together in the corner of calm
bench of blue, cold on the ground
Changing of time feathers that fall
Can that holds the water of all

Turning of time, flowers to ****
Stories we share the garden of keep
Brush the lines, clear the leaves
By my side you will always be

The sun has set, eyes I weep
Gone for now, my empty seat

Here to lay still with silence
Freeze the hands ticking in time
Stop to press and watch to pause
Mend the hands rough in line

Moon so full in times that reflect
Stars so tiny wishing to all
Shooting to send to soar and try
The world around flash in the sky

Brushes stroke gently the flow
Colours mixed red yellow and blue
Blank to begin the gaps within
Pictures that hang hidden to show

Play me a song
Forget me not
Chorus to echo
Forget me not
Deep to bellow
Forget me not

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.

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

Whisper silent words
Worlds begin of nerves
Behind the mind of still
Not now, turning to feel

Whisper silent verbs
Inside feelings of hurt
Again to turn and forget
Not now, turning to let

Whisper silent scream
Forever invisible steam
Repeat of past once more
Not now, turning to raw

I rise the light of morning dew
Draw of curtains shadow of room
Outside I look the stems of bloom
Each day of winters blue

I travel the time of sleep forgotten
Body of broken no bones to show
Arms to wrap the aches of pain
Each day of winter remains

I search inside the world of never
Pillow to rest those dreams away
Rise up when songs awake
Each day of winters feather

Photo of you reflect back at me
Stare in your eyes blind to see
The friend you had memories you keep
Mine are so different the secret I weep

I’m sorry now for what I’m about to say
Not knowing back then my eyes took away
Love for you and him we’re no same
Split in two the divide that came

I say it from my heart and not my mind
The time back then when broken my kind
Look up to believe it’s me and not him
Always end down we’re the fear begins

Time has now passed to feel once again
The feelings no thoughts never become one
Battle no left the right to find a way
Be honest and true come what may

Secret I have is my love of cabbage
Prefer the smell of eau sauvage
Green water to drink to clear your skin
Im sure tastes better with gin

Secret I have I play the guitar
C major I know to every tune
Strum the chord I sing the blues
Star I think but not a ****** doo

Secret I have no love to shop
The list I write the one thing I forgot
Too many varieties  my mind to seize
Two hours later to buy four tins of beans

Secret i have love to write a rhyme
No meaning or sound jumbled In time
To me I think I’m Oscar Wilde
No secret to hold I’m  the nutty child

Eyes we stare so be there
Truthful gaze feel the haze
Fog to lift find the mist
Lost in maze

Ache is that must care
the life that we share
Nightmare or a dream
Clouds of steam

Sound or see
Alone in between
Help inside to feel
Bring to light for real

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

Swim shallow waters
Ending  the bridge of vision
Sticks down of frozen

Speak and you will find
Bitterness falling behind
Word by word
Silence observed

Words of meaning
Mist of being
Words unwritten
Voice forbidden

Hand of paper
Fist to open
Life of given
Heard of written

If there were no words
What would you say
If there were no sounds
What would be heard

If there were no moving
What would go forward
If there were no listening
What would be soothing

If, Life is the life given
Not if not what not how
Inside, body of silence
Is all that’s living

If I’m to say what where or why
I see no point in life to fly
To be and gone is one wish to blow
I wonder and never ever not know

If I’m to speak inner voice
I see no world about of choice
Inside is hurting for ever a day
To know to show to grow I say

If I’m to go outside to play
The sun will shine not today
Lay forever still to silence
Not old not grey fists of violence

Ask today
Hands I pray
Forgotten bay
Stones to lay

Ask tomorrow
Questions borrow
Given echo
Tide to sorrow

Ask yesterday
Breeze away
Dove of grey
Silence to say

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

Remember we sang as you watched to laugh
Islands that flowered, glass of an eye
In between stood of time
Aloud,  no words of mine

Remember we walked the tide washed in
Bench to drown to paint what’s blue
Water to sip the stones away
Drops,  forever to stain

Remember the birds that prey
Turn of the card the magic of play
Early you rise air that you bring
Remember to laugh, the song I will sing

Sorry it had to be this way
Sorry that you could not stay
Sorry that it had to be told
The life of me I had to unfold

Sorry that you were here no more
Sorry for the tears of no joy
Sorry I really wished you to stay
The life of me I would still hide today

Sorry I miss you so much
Sorry the arm you cannot touch
Sorry cannot hear you’re wisdom to taught
The life of me it was not my fault

Sorry I’m sorry I loved you so much
Sorry the words young I had no crutch
Sorry for the times i was no good child
The life of me thought in the wild

Sorry the word used no thought
Sorry we should of been taught
Sorry blame to be held hidden
The life of me would not have been ridden

Sorry this day had to come
Sorry in the chair I had to become
Sorry I had to voice to be well
The life of me releasing the hell

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