To Eye & Smile

To eye and smile
Across the air
To steal a moment
But never stare

To know that we
Shall never meet
Is accepting fate
In such defeat

The mutual friend
That we do share
Could unite us in hand
To make a pair

But accepting this
Will never be
Is letting chance run its course
Just to see...

...to see if there
Is any way
For Karma to be kind
And have destiny at play

I saw your picture
Upon a wall
So maybe it’s time
For the fate to fall!

[Wrote Thursday, 09 September 2010 - when I appeared to be getting my creative flare back, and from the amount of poems I have recently posted it shows! From the comments my friends have made about my poems has made me a lot more confident to carry on with my writing!]

Drawn In

I find myself drawn to people
I see something special in them
No one is the same
Everyone is different

I see people drawn to me
Because I’m no ordinary guy
I say it like it is
I tell the truth, I never lie

I find myself drawn to people
They have great things to say
Something I admire
Something that makes me smile

I see people drawn to me
Cause I’m uniquely entertaining
There’s something in the way I move
Without my energy draining

I find myself drawn to people
Who are nice from the start
When they say hello
And to the end when they say goodbye

I see people drawn to me
Because I’m not you
I’m selfless, thoughtful
And true

Approval Not Needed

I am not the bad guy
No matter how much you try to believe it
I followed instinct
As my heart does not control my head
I am myself
As much as anyone else will be
Life has taught me to go with the flow
Even if it flows in the wrong direction
I am not the bad guy
And you know this to be true
Respect is win or lose
Sometimes we accept life
And move on
Outrageous confrontations
Are not expected when friendship
Is of length
I would never rule anyone’s life
By telling them what they can and cannot do
We are all human
We do what we want
We do it because we want to be happy
I am not a bad guy
I’m nice
I’m kind
And gentle
And you made me a monster
I respect my friends
But I do not respect their behaviour
I have treaded lightly
Across the glassy surfaces of their ego’s
I’ve listen to their needs and forgot my own
I’ve been selfless to myself
And it’s got me nowhere
And got me to be alone
To have friends is one thing
To have someone special is another
I’ve never had someone special
So if I’m self-centred to put someone else’s needs before me
Then how will I ever be happy?

SIT AT MY TABLE AND BE CONSUMED

To FEAST on the table
Of hope and shadow
To stumble on the doors
Fumble through the locks
And have no key that opens anything
FACE IT
You're stuck on the borderline
Facing those MEAN problems
JUST GET OVER IT
Stop trying to say what you think I want to hear
Stop making these issues about yourself
Problems arise all the time
And half of that time, I could not give a SHIT about your problems
YES
I CAN be an arse
But I'm not here to have YOUR approval
Nor could I give a SHIT what you think
I'm elevated
I'm higher
I'm older
I'm wiser
I've been to HELL and back
And you think you have issues
Do me a favour?
When you have lost everything and had to start again
You're only half way there
When you're alone and your world has fallen apart
You still have half a mile to go
To FEAST on the table of Hope & Shadow
Is to see that your world is shadowed by your own reflection
ALL THOSE MISTAKES
You have made
Will sit around
DRINK WINE
And CONSUME
YOUR inner most desires
FACE IT
Once more
And realise
THE WORLD
DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!

Daydream; but not long enough...

Thoughts slipping

Drift into a daydream...



...Is it wrong

That I want to

Slam You Against the wall

Spread out your arms

Kiss your neck

Till you lose control



Is it wrong

That I want to

Push You to Your Knees

Let you explore my body

Unzip my jeans

Till I lose control



Is it wrong

That I want to...



...SHIT!



I hate it when your friends distrub you

But what a daydream!

Train Journey Poems: However nothing to do with Trains

Back To Beauty

A rose
A thorn
A merriment
A place
A time
Is ornament
A way to see
What is the truth
Of hearts that bare
Elemental youth
A blast into
The sky at night
A blaze into a burst
The happy thoughts of a flower
Is where we began at first!



Sing 4 Me...

Play of passion strings
So many notes are fair
That written is the word
For us to speak or sing
No voice has vocal cord to be
No strength will echo out
There be no sound of La
No Do
No Ray
No Me
But Fa I’ve longed to grasp a note
So I can be not a needle
Pulling on threads
A Te to drink & sing
To come back to H.Simpson



DOH! RAYS, MEEEEE!

Homer Simpson
Sting
Look to the alphabet for 13 and 5
First two letters of the other Priest
_ _ What! P!NK
Scouse Slang!
PG Tips?
Homer Simpson



PIC TO SHARE...

Paint an obvious rhythm
From stroke to stroke
To touching up
Let paint drip
Or dry thick swirl
Evenly spread
With palette knife
Or brush
When dried, has beauty
Display, admire and share!



To Create...

No fascinated mind
Creation so bare
Emptiness is beauty
When carelessly I stare

Beyond the black
My eyes will wander
And I still not can see
A fashion that I try to create
To ponder, let it be

To see a shape
And voice its name
It’s not the real nor true
It holds no resemblance
As images filter through

Chief Be Told

Murder? I
Then Speak? Told truth dead!
Pieces? Oh! There were many
Witness? To god?
Witnesses? NONE!!!
What? I!
Time? You have a watch, you tell me!
Of the crime? How the fuck do I know?

YOU’RE THE CHIEF!

[Chief Be Told is an overheard conversation, so it is not meant to make much sense if you are confused! lol]

Voiced Over

The empire district of nonsense
Says hello to the tools who believe anything
Words I say or speak
Hmm? How do I speak?
How or who is my voice
Am I echoing in your head?
How confused are you?
You read John Milton, Chaucer, or Speares
Not Britney; don’t get excited!
How do you know that is the way they wanted it spoken?
How do you know their voice?
In my opinion, they are all shite anyway
Except Britney!

This is Me Telling You How It Is!

Funny, how I always have the right words to say
To make them smile
Simple, how I know how to be who I am
But when I write
Something is missing
I’m far from complete
I can never finish something I start
Unless I’m forced to or need to
When it’s me sitting here
It’s never happening the way I imagined
I am the nightmare
I am living the nightmare
Not the dream
The dream to be or to see what I am
I may know who I am
But I just don’t see what everyone else sees
I have the talent to do something spectacular
But still my belief feels false
I restrict myself from moving anywhere
Once in a while
There’s a trickle of something
Something special
It all comes from what I see and hear
I am influenced by the world around
Most of my influences are somewhat twisted at times
While at my best moments, I create something beautiful
Almost like the artists of the past
Their pictures change the shape of the world
We look at them and wonder when they went mad
But still produced the masterpieces
That still provoke criticism
I started with “I’m on a journey”
And that journey turned into an adventure
The first poem I wrote took me places
People saw potential in me
To move forward
It is in poetry that I find light
The light that leads me from the darkness
I have had tragic poems such as “Fatal”
Which if you have read, you may worry about me
And then I came out with “Mira Dane was an old school sweetheart”
Many of you thought it was true
And you cried
I felt emotional writing it
But I can express true meanings of life in my poetry
Some poetry is mere fiction
Somewhat like a short we are telling
Many writers of the past wrote epic poems
Which were in fact basic stories!
With a flow of great creation
This is a poem
Because I choose it to be
But still I’m telling a story
And story would be continuous
Without stopping at the end of each line
But because I present this story to you as a poem
I want you to think
About
Everything
I am saying
Then I know that you have listened well and may
Understand
That you may have similar
Feelings
About yourself
I used to rhyme most of my poems when I began writing 11 years ago
And then I lost the edge
To think it does not matter
Of what we chatter
Even if at times we’re as mad as a hatter
We reel the alphabet off in our head
To think of what rhyme can come next
Though never try to rhyme with orange or purple
You may not get very far
Wow! I just remembered the Orange Tree
Some of you may know what I’m talking about
I remember in my first year uni
Of a desk, a dusk and a disk
Of why things are named a certain way
And they are very different even if they sound the same
But think for a moment
Of an orange tree
Is it simply an Orange Tree?
Or a tree that is coloured orange
Or even a tree made of Oranges
If you’re confused
Then join the tutor who never got back to me with the answer!
Be careful not to outsmart someone who is teaching you
You may never go to that class again
As for lecturers
There are some eccentric ones
Who make you do stupid things in class
But if they now have you attention
So you will learn a lot more
Because running up and down the corridor or walking around in a circle is not much fun
And you clearly do not want to do it again
So disappear out of the room
And come back with a full English breakfast down their shirt
Kinda pointless you even being in the class if they are not there
But you get to chat about who copped off the previous night
But then you realise, no one has discussed anything about the lesson
Believe me it’s your time to think for yourself
Other lecturers are somewhat unusual
One of many dare not look at you
And appear to love the texture of the ceiling
But as soon as the questions are asked
Look away quickly
Eye contact is a bitch and you better have an answer or you’ll never live it down
And then there are the best lecturers
The ones who talk about sex
And make you wake up and pay attention
Sit on the edge of the desk
Rather than a chair
Making you want to give them a guitar and sing some camp fire song
The ones with the cool accents
Who express every word
“Upon My Word”!
A time when students and lecturers got together and had a good time
To celebrate English literature
These are good times that lead us to the memories
That influence the way we think
All good or bad memories
Uplift us
And make sense of who we are
Every experience I have had
Has made me feel I can do more
“Return to the Forbidden Planet”
Now this sky-rocketed my confidence
Something that gave me ambition to succeed
I had something of a challenge laid out in front of me
And I pulled it off
When we are faced with a challenge
We sometimes think it’s too hard
But we should consider that it’s a challenge for a reason
Not everything is easy
If everything was that easy
It would be pointless
If you want something bad
You have to fight for it
Or it will slip away from you
However, sometimes we have to let things slip away
Because this is another part of learning
Whether it is worth the fight, time will tell
And if it is clear that it’s not worth it
Then you will happily let it go
It may sound as if I’m contradicting what I say
But I rambling about the choices we have to make
I am basically telling you
How it is!
This is me telling you how it is!
And nothing is ever easy, unless you go out and fight for everything
Let some things go, but keep fighting
Just to find one thing,
And that one thing is
To find yourself...

Lesson One: When You're Passed Caring...

To tell a tale of yesterday
The truth of it shall be
That sly tongue and wicked mistake
Will surely set me free

An intention rare to mind
Of such a stupid affair
In telling all surprised
Where Truth be better than Dare

No right is wrong
No wrong is right
So in defence
I will not fight

Two to Tango
One will lead
Played a fool
Deceit I feed?

To tell a tale of yesterday
And now I feel I’m passed caring
Let the shit storm begin
As I begin sharing...

Light Through Darkness of Our Mind

The mystery glare of sunlight
A bright gleam against the white
But on the glass
Blindness to our eyes
In the darkness, the sun is never clear
In the darkness, shadows cannot exist
With daylight and sunrise, shadows are born
In sunlight they are everywhere.
Almost like a plague
Or virus
To sunlight

Though not much a virus
But the protection?

The mystery glare of sunlight
Is it a curse or a cure?
Too much can kill
And not enough will give a Vampire-like symptom
Though not allergic
Nor afraid
But why go out
When inside is better
Inside?
Inside is the darkness...
The darkness keeping us from the glare

“There is always light in the darkness” True!

But it is the light that shines from our eyes to see which path we shall follow.

Transformed Scenes... Hell & Heaven Sent

Doing What We Regret, Is A Human Error From Which We Learn

Scream and shout
Be aware of yourself
Devour all hope
Feel how you become insecure
Drag yourself into deceit
Caring is not a virtue
When you wish never to express it
Lies based on twisted thoughts
Lead to only you becoming selfless
Consider what others you destroy
Someone you hardly know
Someone with a gentle heart
Who cares a lot!
Someone who cares about what is said against them
Truth is fully appropriate
Matters of heart
Is a failure
But never the end of your life
In a metaphoric way
Up or down
Is life’s little journey
Screwed Up
Or fucked up
Life still goes on
Mistakes are the fact of human life
A regretting what is
What was
Or what was done
Is always in the mind
Thinking...
Why did I do it?
But if we don’t do it
We don’t learn!

Seeing Beyond the Darkness

My hand reaches out into the darkness
But is then drawn back sharply
When it begins to disappear from the light
A strong breath is released from within my lungs
And my eyes move down and look into the emptiness of my keyboard
I then place my hand over my cup
Feeling the heat from my Chai Latte
I shut my eyes and use my index finger to circle the rim of the cup
My breathing slows and I’m calm
And then, is when it hits me
I remember the past few days
Of when it was quiet and I was alone in this room
In the darkness
I was crying
I could have almost disappeared.

Sometimes I think that people are selfish to supply their own needs
And disregard the feelings of others.
When you are pushed aside
It almost feels you have been thrown down a well
With no way of getting out without help
And then you realise that you have to accept what has happened
And release yourself without help.

Still sat staring into the emptiness of my keyboard
My eyes are fixated on the “I”
And I realise that it is I
It’s me
Why should I sit crying over someone else
I should remember that I still have me and my life
Adventures don’t just happen
They happen when we make them happen!

So here’s me putting myself out there once again
Not knowing what will happen
But not caring
As if we let life hurt us everyday
Then we are not living to know that something else is out there
That somebody else is out there waiting in the light!

Hurting by the Liars

Truth is spoken

But never heard

And never told

It is but lies

That fly in background of the mind

Of a mind that does not think

Useless and annoyed

A pain in the silence

Voiced opinions

Of which I care nothing for

Breaking a hold of evil thoughts

People shouting untold lies

Speaking but the silence of truth

Slipping tongues twisted

Unknown words of emptiness

But behold no more

As the show must go on

And we should ignore

The empty void

Be truthful in what we speak

Hold no tongue so sharp

And live in solitude

And Peace!

[9th Jan 2010 - Some things really hurt, we we carry on!]

Who I Am

Take me

Leave me

But take me for who I am

Do not try to change me

As I will not

I will be not what you want

Nor will I be at your command

Hurt me

And break my heart

And I will hurt the Pride you have

Pride is how I stand tall

How I carry on

How I am what I am

This something you will never be

I do not need to improve myself

But you do

As acceptance is needed

You do not feel liked the way you are

I fit in the world

Perfectly

With all my baggage I carry

Because of this...

...I am who I am!

[9th Jan 2010 - I will not change for someone else, as I am happy the way I am!]

Beyond the Border...

Another in my hometown; you don't many like this!

Echoes...

Taken in my hometown!