I lie awake in bed so still
Helpless i'm forced to take that pill
I cannot move, my fight is gone
I just listen to my favourite song.

My lips are chapped, cracked and dry
As my hair falls out i say goodbye
To those i love and who love me
Forever in my memory

But time goes on and they'll forget
The way i moved and the scent of my breath
So bury me in my favourite clothes,
My lady bird shoes and big clown nose

Then when Mama looks at me in my box
She remembers me saying
"I'll be an astronaut"

She starts to cry, as she only sees
The innocence that washed over me
So Papa takes her by the hand
And as she sobs she gives the command

My box goes down but i sore high
Me and my spaceship
Drift into the sky

He's got it
and she's got it.
You've got it and
I've definitely got it.
You're mom has it, same with your dad.
My cousin has it.
My dog's got it,
and your cat has it, and so does my fish.
We've all definitely got it.
There's no doubt about it.
But I'm not sure that you understand it.
I'm not sure that anyone understands it.
We all know that it's there, and that everyone has it,
but we don't know how and we don't know when,
and we definitely,
definitely,
don't know why.

And I don't know why that is.
But I'm open to suggestions.

ARE YOU?


‘Are you here, are you here?’ he shouted, into the empty night
with worried frown he peered around in  the pale moon’s light
And with crackling leaves and branches on the hard frost ground
‘Neath his feet, he listened , to the night owls mournful sound

‘Are you there, are you there?’ he whispered; ‘Please say you are - and yet
‘Are you teasing, hiding, still playing hard to get?’
And his breath grew  raw and ragged  as the  winter’s wind did moan
And he stood there yearning, hoping - but still he was alone.

And far away in her chamber ,his pampered lover lay
She thought of him there waiting and then of yesterday
Of promises she gave to him and plans that they had made
Of thrilling days that they had spent in that forest glade.

But she was born to luxury and with his love she’d toyed
no scruples and uncaring, his hope she’d now destroyed
‘You’re not here, he whispered  and never will you be
And now you’ll never know my love what you have done to me.’

And so he left their meeting place  and walked until the dawn
The river deep it beckoned him his reasoning was torn
He looked around and shouted loud  ‘I knew she’d not meet  me
So  now I won’t be there for her and never more will be..

Hardly a ripple showed there on the river’s deep dark sheen
Not a trace to show just where his last  life’s breaths had been
That is except the footprints ,there etched upon the snow
That started in the forest’s glade with no-where else to go.



© Pamela M Brooke 2009

Do you know me like I know you?
Have you dreamed of me as I have of you?
I cannot come to terms with the fact I made you in my mind.
To me,
You are real.
Your wonderfully messy hair I have ruffled so many times.
Your cheeky half smile,
Always looking as though you're up to no good.
Your eyes
That sparkle without help from the light.
I pray you find me someday.
I pray you have dreamed of me
As I have countless times of you.
And I pray,
I hope you find me as perfect as I find you.
You beautifully perfect stranger.

Music is amazing art,
It shows how great people can be.
Music can break all boundaries,
And even for a moment make us completely free.

Music brings people together,
Excited crowd at music events,
And nothing else matters,
Only musicians and their instruments

Good artists are loved and respected,
In every part of the world and in every nation.
People enjoy, dance and find themselves,
In the songs created in moments of great inspiration.

People listen diferent kinds of music,
With diferent instruments and singer's voices.
Every music has its good sides,
I think that there aren't the bad choices.

Classical music for serious people.
Rock for people who like the sounds of the guitars.
House for those who like to party.
"Dark" people have their heavy metal stars.

Creativity is a blessing from God,
Inspiration is its biggest trigger.
Practice makes us perfect,
With experience we become bigger and bigger.

Life of artists is exciting and vibrant,
But it can be double-edged sword.
That pressure can be some kind of curse,
Or God's greatest reword.

I am the thoughts that you want, I am the vibes that you crave
I am the truth that you flaunt, I am the lies that you make
I am the death that you fear, I am life with it's fakes
I am the breath that you breathe, I am the visions you need.

She steeps deep in my eyes, my soul is lost in her
She tells me that's okay, baby just do what you can
You are the drive in my dreams, you are the wetness it brings
You are the pleasure I want, you are the life that I seek.

I am not your love, I am the darkness inside
I am the fight for your life, I am the truth you despise
I am the crackle that breaks, I am the scars on your face
I am the anger that seethes, I am the secrets you keep.

She shuts my eyes, her soul is lost in me
She tells me thats okay, baby do as you please
You are the love that I need,  You are the weakness in me
You are the past without pain, You are the curse in my veins.

I confess that I am worried
I confess that I am scared
I confess that I've been staring for too long at your empty chair
I confess that I am fickle
I confess that I am scarred
I confess that I too often see your face among the stars
I confess that I am tired
I confess that I am stressed
I confess that I still long to lay my head upon your chest
I confess that I am hopeful
I confess that I am strong
I confess that I know someday you'll be back where you belong
I confess that I still love you
I confess that I still care
I confess that I've felt space beside me
Wishing for you there