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!