I sit here at my desk again
watching the day go by
Working on the weekend
Why me again, oh why

It's not like I dont have a life
and things I'd rather do
but instead I sit at my desk
looking out the window, feeling blue

And what do I get for my efforts
what makes this all worthwhile
Well to be honest not that much
I dont even get a thanks or a smile

So what say we make this the last one
The last time I sit here like this
Next weekend it will be different
If they dont like it, my *** they can kiss.

Do not ask my forgiveness
for who am I to you
does it really mean that much
what I say or do?

I am just a man like you
a man like any other
what kind of man would it make me
to not forgive my brother

Revenge is continuity
of everything thats bad
It does not quell its victims wrath
just drives the whole world mad

It's just a single word
that when fully followed through
can end this tragic cycle
that we might start anew

A simple little concept
alas for some too much
the euphoria of justice
has become society's crutch

Forgiveness starts with you and me
it starts right here and now
lets eradicate the ignorance
and show the whole world how.

They say work is hell
But with air-con on the fritz
Hell is where I work

Why is it that the girl next door
always lives so far away
and the dreams we seem to share
always end with “well, one day”

Why is there never clarity
in just what’s meant to be
Why can’t we start off simple
“I like you, do you like me?”

From there we’d take a single step
toward where we want to be
and if that all goes the way it should
then there’s step 2 and then step 3

And before you even know it
all the doubts have gone away
left behind amongst the footprints
of the steps we take each day

Til finally we make our stand
before our family and friends
and start the next stage of our journey
one I hope that never ends

Its ok to say you love me
its ok to say you care
its ok to wish that you were here
instead of over there

its ok to say you got it wrong
on the day you chose to leave
at the time it seemed the only choice
that you needed room to grieve

but the years have not dulled the loss
any more for me than you
and so we have to ask ourselves
what it is that we're to do

but for now it is too early
too soon to think ahead
the words may still taste bitter
but at least they have been said

Don't let pride become your prison
don't let doubt push you aside
it ok the way you're feeling
from it please no longer hide

I don't know what the future holds
for I too am full of doubt
so come and sit right here beside me
speak the truth, we'll work it out

Her name it was Naomi
and she was my first love
I was in grade two
she was in the grade above

she wore ankle socks and a gingham dress
her eyes as big as the number eleven
Oh come on what was I supposed to say
you think I was a poet when I was seven?

She was taller than me by an inch or three
to kiss her I'd stand on a box
but alas we got posted before I got chance
whatever happened to Naomi ***?

Dont hold on to anger
let it go, let it go

Dont lock your words inside you
let them flow let them flow

Dont smother your creativity
let it grow let it grow

And don't hide your personality
let it show let it show

I always feel so lost
no directions know my name
I have no clue whats going on
each path looks just the same

My life is lived in free fall
always out of control
I spend my time avoiding things
that come too fast for me to hold

I yearn for some stability
in my life and in my work
and yet I'm doomed to sabotage
any hope, Im such a ****

I don't know how it came to this
I'm just a normal guy
But I truly have nothing to show
for the forty years gone by.

I know a girl who's face to me says everything will be alright
Her smile can take a pitch black room and make it bright
Her eyes sparkle full of life and thoughts of love
She is an angel sent into my life from up above

And when she looks directly at me I just freeze
Like everything I am has just been seized
And captured and embraced within that gaze
Those few seconds always stay with with me for days

Her voice to me is music so melodious and divine
It almost like casting pearls before swine
She must see something that I just cannot see
Whatever it is I am so **** glad it lies in me

I think the world has gone insane,
on the brink of suicide.
We pollute the air were supposed to breath,
and in our SUV's we hide.

There's people starving in the world,
so we grow corn for fuel,
and let it rot over taking a loss,
'cos were nobody's fool.

We're ignorant of the balance,
Mother Nature's systems need,
so we try and fix what isn't broke,
by genetically modifying seed.

And now the earth is fighting back,
trying to save herself,
from this pesky little virus,
thats needs back on the shelf.

And years from now when we are gone,
and she is back on track,
the only thing we left behind,
was all this plastic crap.

Who decides how long is long enough
in matters of the heart
perhaps we should create a scale
to follow from the start

A scale that says when its ok
to go for that first kiss
and other important milestones
in case the signs we miss

But where do these dates come from
on who's logic is it based
because quite frankly their ideas
tend to leave a bitter taste

Each of us different
and we move at different speeds
some make decisions quickly
and some have special needs

So the answer to the question
should be based on naught but us
and not on thoughts of ones we know
who disagree and make a fuss

And in the morning I shall wake alone
as always is the case
midst memories of dreams that saw
my arm about your waist

Of time spent with each other
holding hands along the beach
memories of dreams so vivid
makes them seem within my reach

Of simple things and better things
than currently we know
Dreams of time spent as a family
choosing together where to go

Of romantic surprise dinners
and things that now seem so mundane
Such is the tapestry of dreams I have
all of which are in your name

But in the morning I shall wake alone
not see your face nor hear your voice
For reality is not the dream
There you made a different choice

Is it really just another day,
I mean it’s Christmas after all?
It used to a happy time
from what I can recall

So now when people ask me
if I’ve any Christmas plans
I say “I just want to make it through”
but no one understands

You see I know I have no right
there a lot worse off than I
but falling amongst the snowflakes
will be the tears I cannot cry

If I really could have anything
under my christmas tree that day
I would like to understand
just why my spirit went away

Lower the flags
and turn out the sun
for they wont be home
their battle is done
Turn off the stars
block out the moon
lets share in the darkness
that took them too soon
A moment of silence
or two if you please
please turn off your cars
nothing move but the breeze
Let us all close our eyes
bow our heads for a while
lets remember their faces
remember their smiles
Remember their strength
right up to the last
and pray one day cancers'
a thing of the past

who's to say what's right
who's to say what's wrong
who's to say we've not been lied to
you and me, all along

who's to say what is the truth
who's to say what is a lie
who to say who gets to live
and who's to say who gets to die

we assume that someone else
is the answer to all above
but we choose who we vote for
who we hate and who we love

so its time we all took charge
put an end to this abuse
of human rights and freedoms
that we've let others lose

because one day you know
there will surely come a time
when instead of taking others
they'll come for yours and mine

Some of this is real
and some of it is not
some will be remembered
and some will be forgot

All of this has come from me
these are words I've written down
but I do not always wear its cape
nor bleed beneath its crown

So take this down from time to time
leave it not upon the shelf
and read its contents knowing
the authors really in good health.

Every time I start to cry
I choke away the tears
for fear a dam may open up
thats held firm all these years

So many tears remain unshed
from chapters in my life
called forth by joy and sadness
by pain and bitter strife

One day I know I will let go
and it will all come out
and better i will be for it
of that I have no doubt

So if you see me shed a tear
please hold me while I weep
for chances are the tears will fall
til I cry myself to sleep.

No matter what I do
I'm always running late
To be the last one to arrive
seems to be my fate

I try to get up early
set my alarm just so
But when the buzzer sounds
my body just won't go.

Its the same when I'm at work
like I have no concept of time
Things I expect to take an hour
always end up taking nine

Its not lack of respect
or anything so grand
see my internal hour glass
has a problem with its sand.

I think the sand got wet once
so it doesn't smoothly flow
and now you have to tap me
just to make me go

But I think I have the answer
The sand just has to dry
So I'm off to Bermuda
on a sunny beach I'll lie

My plane leaves at four thirty
got my ticket, know my gate
Arrived here four hours early
to make sure I'm not too late

As I walk up to the airline desk
to check in, get on my way
You're not gonna believe this
my flight left yesterday!!!

Strawberries and cream
Wimbledon when rain stops play
Same old hand in hand

You're like a bad habit I just cant shake
could it be there's still something there?
When you walked out the door, cos you needed a break
was I supposed to not suddenly care

But we parted still friends and talk all the time
when you're back in town we hang out
But its been three years and you like a small fire
that my heart just cannot put out

For longest time I really didnt mind
cos I hoped one day you would see
That circumstances have changed
and I'm sure that you'd like the new me.

But for three years now I've been back and forth
but its just been a one way street
If I didn't make the effort, to come see you
I'm sure again we'd never meet

So enough of this ******* its time to move on
and let go of the past and go see
If there's somebody out there who doesn't deserve
to be loved by someone like me.

I long to write the words
that move people to tears
to create the perfect poem
that survives throughout the years

I long to paint the picture
that all the world can see
that gives true hope to everyone
not just to you and me

I long to make the statement
that makes people stop and think
that gives purpose, cause and clarity
to paper, pen and ink

I long to live the life
both worthwhile and fair
and pass from this world to the next
in peace and not despair

Another grey day.
Is summer over so soon.
To think we complained.
Its too hot, its too humid.
Be careful what you wish for.

Summers nearly over now
and Fall will soon be here
the days are getting shorter
the skies are not so clear

But as blues and greens retreat
from the palette of our day
replaced by red's and golden yellows
a most magnificent display

And like so many things in life
Fall too will one day end
and into the frigid winter
our lives will soon descend

But for now we have a little time
before summers truly done
so lets lie beneath the blue skies
and bask in summer sun

How does someone get past not being there
How do you get over missing out
There's no way to turn back the clock
No way to erase the doubt

Did I make the right decision
Leaving my old life behind
To pursue a selfish happiness
I thought I'd never find

Never once did I forget you
I wrote and called and tried
but every step to keep in touch
was bitterly denied

Ironically now here we are
together once again
A father and son
the years passed almost ten

Each day I think of days I missed
of firsts I'll never see
and hope one day you'll understand
so I can forgive me.

Everything is grey.
Grey rain falls from a grey sky.
Colours washed away.

She sits and ponders what to write
what words shall fill this space
words of love and hope and faith
or truths we dare not face?

To reveal darkest secrets
of stories yet untold
of fact or fiction, truth or lies
some of which will leave us cold

To toy with our emotions
and end in subtle twist
draw out our deepest sympathy
and show us signs we’ve missed

Or take us to better place
perfection peace and love
perhaps to place us in the middle
or to show us from above

Perhaps she’s in a witty mood
full of whimsy and delight
tell us tales of rhyming nonsense
to keep us laughing through the night

One things for sure, her writings more
and seldom ever less
Either way she makes our day
the gifted poetess

Dear page

you listen so attentively
to all I have to say

when it comes to telling others
why can't it be this way

I share with you my every wish
my every hope and dream

and secrets that I dare not share
are on pages in between

I hold nothing back and bare my soul
without a second thought

but when it comes to telling others
with fear I am wrought

how I pray for liberation
to find the one with whom I share

that I may tell my story
to someone who really cares

What is this place that we call home
Its different for us all
No matter just how far we roam
We always hear its call

Sometimes it call is very strong
And difficult to bear
We find ourselves missing it so
And wishing we were there.

But with each day that passes by
We learn to realise
That home truly is not without
But carried deep inside.

I know nothing about poetry
not my stanza from my verse
and I don't know all the rules
which makes others want to curse

I try to write a haiku
but i get the subject wrong
apparently senyru
is to the family it belongs

I don't know my Emily Dickinson
From my Edgar Allen Poe
And I feel sometimes my writing
has a long long way to go

But I like the sound of rhyming things
the rhythm and the tone
and the way that certain chosen words
can cut right to the bone

And I like the thought that somewhere
maybe upstairs in bed
someones days a little better
cos I wrote something they read.

Each night I sit and wait beneath the tree
to see if you have plans that include me
while I wait I sit and write
before I know it, gone's the night
and all I have is poems writ by me

I wrote the perfect poem,
then stripped it to its core,
to get under a hundred and forty,
now its not perfect anymore.

The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.

And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.

So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!

For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.

I have rainbows at my feet
where my tears and sunshine meet
such a cruel trick of the light it is to play

surely colours out of place
in this sad and lonely space
everything not black or white should go away

If only someone knew
what it was that made me blue
then perhaps they'd find the words I cannot say

but for now it really seems
that I'm dancing in sunbeams
when in truth I'm really trying to run away.

If I asked would you meet me
in that old familiar place
once more to hear your voice
once more to see you face

Or would it be too much for you
to see me once again
to hear the difference in my voice
in my eyes to see the pain

I doubt you'd even answer
and perhaps that would be best
If your plan is to forget
and lay the past to rest.

Your head upon my chest,
your leg stretched over mine...
To start each day with you this way,
would make life truly divine.

I hate not missing you
does it mean that you don't care
when I check missed calls upon my phone
and your number isn't there

Of course I wish we'd spoken
and missing calls is hardly good
but at least I'd know you tried to reach me
like I thought you said you would

With every text that I receive
I check and hope that its from you
but its always from someone else
and again I've not missed you

Perhaps its not an oversight
perhaps you're just not missing me
so when you're back in a couple of days
I guess that's the time we'll see

But until then every vibe and beep
will have me hoping for you name
because I really hate not missing you
and I miss you just the same.

We the people,
the citizens of this land
stand right here before you
brother, sisters hand in hand

To tell you that we've had enough
enough of all your greed
that helps you line your pockets
while ignoring those in need

To tell that we wont be scared
or frightened anymore
you can no longer use our fear
to justify your war

We're here to remind you
to listen to what we say
because you see you work for us
its not the other way

Look back upon our history
and you will clearly see
that when ruled by greed and tyranny
we'll fight to become free.

Know war, no peace
No war, know peace

How do you know
which path is best to take
if you don't want to end up walking
just for walkings sake

It used to be you stumbled on
without a path even in sight
lack of purpose and direction
kept you awake at night

Now suddenly, not one but three
routes forward you can see
one paved and clearly visible
on this one should you be?

Or perhaps one of the other paths
like the one shrouded in mist
the allure of its mystery
is not easy to resist

And then there is the well worn path
thats fallen to neglect
yet still lined with scents so heavenly
and blooms with petals so perfect

Perhaps what makes the choice so hard
is not knowing what awaits
do these paths lead to utopia
or walled in chained up gates.

Heavy humid air.
An explosion overhead.
Brings forth cool weather.

Awakened in the early hours,
the smell of grass, the scent of flowers.
A smile from you being sent my way,
and so begins a perfect day.

Once a day I get a visitor
occasionally its twice
Its a guy who looks just like me
he seems troubled but quite nice

He shaves his face and brushes his teeth
spits and has a rinse
Tries to flatten that wayward hair
he's not a frog but not quite a prince

And the he looks me in the eyes
and I see the thoughts go round
Eventually he lowers his gaze
and looks down to the ground

He looks to me like someone lost
uncertain of his way
I can see so much inside him
that he has yet to say.

In time I'm sure he'll find his way
better things will come to pass
But I have no way to let him know
for I am his looking glass.

Skinny dipping
seems like the perfect thing to do
so lets head out
to a private beach
together me and you

Cast off our clothes
escape this heat
as we dip beneath the sea
lets pretend that we are young again
teenage you
meets teenage me

Lets build a bonfire on the beach
sit together holding hands
and dry ourselves
by its golden flame
sleep on a blanket
on the sand

When morning comes
and we both awake
not as kids but as we are
will we still feel then
that we were too old
to make love beneath the stars?

Just a hint of flame
Hiding amongst the embers
Waiting for rebirth

I will always be your friend
but that will never be enough
at times it makes things hard
at times it makes things tough

you see I want to share my life with you
and know you inside out
of that you can be certain
of that there is no doubt

I listen to you purge your soul
of all that went before
and long for you to realise
I'm standing at your door

It breaks my heart to hear you
tell another tale of woe
of disappointed failures
tween you and your latest beau

It hurts me just to be your friend
but that whats true friends do
Sacrificing my own happiness
so I am there for you

After all you're there for me
when things get a little rough
for you will always be my friend
and that will never be enough

In just over a hundred characters,
you find out my heart is broken,
shattered to a million pieces,
by words that went unspoken.

childhood sweet hearts
sharing the same beat hearts
what a love like that must be to find

marrying your first love
your better or for worse love
leaving not a part of you behind

growing old together
while never being old together
holds the key to many of lifes charms

until the day does come
when they leave this world as one
and are laid to rest within each others arms.

Autumns final leaf
Still clings to a long bared branch
Winters serenade