A memory
A fragment of you
A time capsule so fragile
If I linger, too long, it will break

A Scent
A smell of you
I can breathe it in
Fill my lungs, then release, it fades

A touch
A caress, from you
Nerves charged, I shudder
My eyes open, you are not to be seen

A memory
I can smell, and touch
I try to cling onto, so tight
A time raft of our life, it’s drifting away.

My cat can juggle
It’s something he learnt when young
Three ***** he can throw
Though he has tried and tried
He can’t quite manage four

He puts on shows at the old folks home
They cry and cheer and can’t believe
A ginger tom can be so adapt
At juggling three ***** on his back

A circus tried to buy him
But I couldn’t part, not for any amount
He doesn’t do it for money
But for the tin of tuna he is given each night.

My cat can juggle
But what he does best
Is something just for me
At the end of each day he can sing
A purring lullaby, sitting on my knee.

Take me to the moon
I want to listen to the silence
And walk where I can’t fall
Build me a rocket
Want to go where life makes sense
No one to talk to, no one to call

Leave a Planet
A hundred billion bodies full
No sign of stopping the grow
It’s not like rabbits
You can’t control with a cull
Humans reap what they sow and sow

Living in a bubble
A thousand years from now
No trees, concrete will rule
Build me a rocket
I am heading into space for my final bow
Yes, you may laugh, may think I’m a fool

But I’m a spaceman
I am going to fly into space
Going to take my chances in the voids
Find the peace
Leave behind this disillusioned human race
Moon, population one, how will that look in the tabloids.

He is all I need
I see the ocean in his eyes
As he looks so deeply into mine
I am drowning in the blue
Sinking as quietly as a sigh
Into him

He whispers softly
His lips full of promises
And I see our life take to flight
Dreams born from us
Are lifted high on soft winds
They soar

Loss is heartbreak in slow motion.

Obesssion
A lonely existence
I want to share
With you

Torturous
Longing for that moment
When I can be
With you

Wicked
How can you turn away
See who I am
Without you

Agony
My heart rips in two
I can’t ever be
Without you

Loathing
This need I have for you
I hate, I love
You, you.

My father was a soldier
He fought when he was young
Called up, for honour, for duty
Was the nations song
At just sixteen he signed up
Leaving home and family
Heading to unknown lands
With thousands, he went happily

When I was ten I asked him
About the battles he had fought
About the medal he been given
And about the time he had been caught
He looked at me with distant eyes
And shook his head, just slight
Then in soft tone he said to me
Son I will tell, whether it’s wrong or right

Many battles I was part
Of those horrors, I will not tell
I lost my friend. No enough,
I won’t go into details of how he fell.
We fought, we died, we did our best.
The medal? That was for a life I could save
Through burning fields, I carried him
It was life or death, not brave.

Three years I spent in a war camp
Three years, until the war was done
In those years I saw torment and pain
He smiled grimly, man can be cruel, my son.
No, ask no more, past is past
There are things I do not want to re-see
I can only offer one word of advice.
Live, and be the best of human, that you can be.