Fade to grey


Take my hand and let me set fire to your mind.
I want to see, what you are hiding inside.
I’m blinded by the light of your eyes
And I just called to say, I never lied.


Wishing upon a shooting star.
I would shoot it down to give it to you;
If that is your wish,
Then let me, become your Prince.
For I am the one who has travelled far,
To prove I deserve a chance at a kiss.


I followed a rainbow and it led me to you.
You are sun, I am rain;
We are evenly matched and love is in bloom.


The world is our theatre;
Our script is unwritten.
With you I have become totally smitten;
You are a kitten.


Beauty pours out of you;
You are my poetry soup.
I drink you in to taste you.
You give meaning to my view.


This is what I see;
A Queen, I must kneel.
My love I shall worship you,
For I am humble and you are unbelievable!


Give me your hand in marriage
And you shall soothe the damaged,
Voice inside my heart,
That only knows of the lies I hear, in yet another adage.


Embrace me once again;
Be the moth to my flame
And I shall be grateful,
To be no longer hateful…
Goodbye to yesterday.


Cure my disease with a simple kiss.
You are my nurse,
You are my anesthetic;
My medicine and my A and E.


Sound the alarm!
Ring the chapel bells,
Before all Hell breaks loose;
Let us wed so I can heal myself.


Paranoia over cheating;
Banish this memory,
Let me be who I used to be…

Fade to grey with me.


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Electric


Electric dreams of better feelings,
Running through my veins.
Electric feelings you cause in me
And these feelings will drive me insane.
I’m crazy in love with you
And love is driving me crazy for true.


Electric lady blew my mind,
When she didn’t kiss me goodbye.
She kicked my backside out of the door
And our love was no more.


She broke me, so I can no longer find love.
She broke me; I am in need of a hug.
I loved her like I loved my drug,
But she broke me and left me for dead in the mud.


I loved her more than life itself
And she hurt me more than anyone else.
I wanted her love more than I feared going to Hell,
But she broke me and I am in need of some medical help.


Alone with my misery,
Alone with my thoughts.
Feeling fragility,
There is a fight to be fought.
I must beat this anger out of my mind,
Because a loss of direction is all I am able to find.


I need to fix myself or get some help,
Or fail to crave love and lose a piece of myself.
Here is my heart; it is pointless to me,
When all it does is pump blood through my body
And allow me to be.


Love is dead on this cold hard floor,
So I am heading through a different door.
Electric love was amazing, but she was never pure,
So love is no more and living life is now just a chore.


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Downer


Grab me quickly before we fall,
I want to take you down with me.
I hate you and your version of love,
So you must share my agony.


I am on the ground because this is where you have put me;
Six feet under is where I am going soon.
You have burst open my rib-cage and driven me to insanity;
My heart is in your teeth now, you feast and I live in the gloom.


Kurt is talking, I am falling,
She is crawling and the angels are calling.
I am an eruption of feelings and a dead man walking;
You bring me down and my melancholy is my everything.


Pick me up out of the mud honey,
I am wasting away without you to care.
I am crying in my puddle of shame and you think this is funny?
I need you; I can’t live without you.  Why so much despair!?


Hang me out to dry with the corpses,
I have nothing left to fear.
I have apathy for love and apathy for horses;
I hate everything you love, including me and why are you still here?


The rain continues to pour from every cloud
And hides the sunshine from this clown.
I look up at you from this downer I am under
And you can no longer stand to pick me up when I am down.


Tears don’t heal you; they only leave you feeling blue.
We used to have everything we could ever have needed
And now we are through?
The sun has exploded in front of my eyes
And I didn’t notice because I was crying.


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Don’t believe in love


Don’t believe the truth,
It is just what they tell you.
You already know your version of their truth,
So show them that the two of you are through.


I don’t believe in love anymore;
I’ll never be with someone beautiful.
I will never find a love that is pure;
So tell me, what is there left to fight for?


Forgive me my apathy and my heart of steel,
But this is all I have left to feel.
I used to have you and your love,
But that has disappeared, like the sun.


The rain ruined your hair
And I no longer cared.
You talked and talked about nothing at all
And I was gone to a place of despair.


The earthquake you caused when you ended us,
Had no effect at all, because I have had enough.
Enough of you, enough of love,
Enough of this world;
I have had enough.


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Catch me


This ain’t no place for a man to die.
I’m fading away; save me before I float into the sky.
For the very last time, I am all yours;
Stand up tall, I’m about to fall.
Catch me quickly and save my world.


I feel you looking into me
And I am left feeling naked.
Who are you to look right through me?
Take my love away from me; it is all I have to give.


I am the sort of person who can only write his feelings down
And never show you my true face.
I am the sort of person who doesn’t know how,
To do something that means something…what a waste.


I hide in the shadows lurking beneath the street
And there is nothing left here for me to feel.
I look at you and think about you chasing me;
Reality reminds me that will never be.
I’m calling out for you to hear;
But you will not, I fear.


You will not reply,
Because I speak in silence.
I wish I could try harder;
I do sometimes…
But mostly I just hide it.


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A storm is coming.


Darkness has descended in the middle of the day;
The sunshine is no more, now the sky is becoming grey.
In fear I hide beneath the shelter, trying to be safe.
Inside I hide, beneath the rain.  


Thunder above booms out as a warning;
Be prepared to be scared, for the lightning is coming.
Dogs howl under a flash of light, on a very dark day;
Where is the light that I woke up to this morning?  


Water pours down from the clouds up above;
Where is the sunlight that brings us warmth?  
Where are all those promised, better days?
Why are we so fearful of a little bit of rain and so in love with the sun?


People run inside, trying not to get their hair and clothes wet;
The man in shorts is now having regrets.
The cold hits the air like the touch of death;
Thunder and lightning are no friends of ours...
So bring your brolly with you, or stay indoors
And hide away with your pets.


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A lack of love


I have become what I have become,
Because of her and her lack of love.
I need some compassion, for satisfaction;
But all I get in return for love,
Is a lack of action and a lack of attraction.


You are my shame, my one to blame;
I one I cannot afford to save.
I wish I could have been the one to make you happy,
But that was someone else’s job, some other day.


Today is for goodbye’s and no longer hello’s;
Now all we have left to do is go through the motions.
You smile as you hurt me and tell me what I already know;
I can’t smile as I destroy love, but I can go.


I gave you my love and you threw it back at me;
I was never good enough for you to stay true.
I took your love and your well was empty;
Your lack of love has left me down, but I am better off without you.


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Your love piggy bank.


I need you to breathe your love into me;
I want to take you deep within.
You are the one who understands how to make me feel like a man;
You give me strength, you offer wisdom
And you have given me all you can.


So I thank you for every drop of effort you have exuded,
Because I don’t think without it,
We would ever have made it.
You try to make me happy, so I shall persevere;
I will do all I can to please you, every time you are near.


I will lift you up, when you fall;
I will open every single opportunity door.
I will do whatever it takes to make your life easier
And if you need me to, I will run through a brick wall.


I will keep all promises and every compliment that I give,
Will hopefully hit its target; let none of them miss.
I will shower you in kisses
And lay down a red carpet for you to walk upon;
I shall confess my feelings for you, to all who can hear,
Through my poetry and through my songs.


I will stand at your side
And protect you from any harm that may come your way;
I will be here if you need me and at your side I will stay.
In times of ill harvest, I will fill your love piggy bank
And when the good times have returned,
I will never take my love back; it is yours to have.


I have an endless amount of love in my hands
And my heart will never run out.
I am yours to love forever
And to you I will forever remain faithfully devout.


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What’s in a name?


Butterflies do not taste of butter
And unicorns are not made from corn.
Blue bottle flies do not come in a blue bottle
And a lady bird is not a bird at all.


But what is in a name anyway?  We do not get to choose it.
It is forced upon us when we are born.
Parents hope their child will be inspired to become something amazing,
But we all lose something, when we lose our innocence
And we lose as we learn how to listen and to talk.


Some animals, given enough time, will inspire us to give them a name,
Befitting their personality.
But no child can be given such a privilege,
Because of the demands of society.


The instant we are conceived,
The arguments of a proper name do begin.
If only we were given more time to see the child’s personality,
Maybe we would be able to change our reasoning.


But dreams are simply wishes that are too quick to be gone,
To ever be fully appreciated.
If we took our time during the moment of name-giving,
Maybe the idea of what is right, would somehow become shifted.


Patience is a virtue and time is precious;
So take your time to see the bigger picture
And maybe you could make a difference.


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What is love?


What is love if I just can’t feel?
What is love if I cannot have it?
What is love if you don’t feel it?
What is love without you near?
What is love if it’s not real?
What is love?  
Love is worthless.


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There is no fate…


There is no fate but what we make it;
So seize the day before it breaks you.
We are all left alone, feeling naked,
When our fate changes; who knew?


Something buried, deeper, deeper;
Something never said, under a wasted breath.
Deeper we sink into the hole; we can never become our own healer.
Living inside a memory of all that could have been, but was left unsaid.


Memories, full of ghosts;
What must I do to let them go?
Twice never seen, beneath the bleach;
Hidden dreams fade away to become never seen.


Hidden within a dark memory,
Is the freedom we are all seeking to set ourselves free.
But we can never attain what we need,
To give us all the freedom we each seek.


In misery we are becoming;
Becoming the thing we hate the most.
In sympathy they are destroying;
Destroying the last morsel of a life of ghosts.


In danger of becoming, in danger of saying;
In danger we become quicker to solve the problems we are having.
The future is unwritten, the past a memory;
The future can never be attained without a sacrifice,
So do what you must to become the change that you seek.


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Soul breaker


You broke my soul with your lies
And I have been changed.
It’s a quarter to hate
And it’s far too late,
To save us from our soulless fate.


Why do you still talk,
When I have nothing I want to hear?
Through empty buildings I haunt as I walk
And now nobody will ever live here.


Why are you still inside me, when we are no more?
You have broken the last piece of my soul and I wander alone.
Soulmates are supposed to love no other,
But soul breaker broke our love.
Now I have no Queen sat beside me, upon her golden throne.


The flowers all died when you left;
Our bedroom became a wasteland of our love.
You are everything I have grown to detest!
And all my hope is wasted on someone who is unworthy of trust.


If God calls, then tell him I am busy;
I’m burying myself beneath a bed of dead flowers.
I’m too busy living in this Hell, this place of misery;
I am dying inside, hour after hour.


You wanted me and I wanted you more;
We never knew this love thing would rip out our hearts.
You have let this love ruin everything!
Now our souls have been separated and we are so far apart.


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Something beautiful, something ugly


Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.


Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.


Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.


After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.


Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.


Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human.  Words are used without dignity.


Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.


Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; this night is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.


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Slipping


Broken TV, phone line cut off;
Electric meter empty, friends have been lost.
Bottles all drunken, food beginning to rot;
Clothes torn and fading, all hope is gone.


Money all spent to pay the rent and the debts;
Eye sight fading, nothing left.
Body decaying, love life non-existent;
Pity and mercy are not forthcoming,
Everything is lost in an instant.


Dirt on the skirting boards and on the walls,
Ambition without power.
Green water in the vase underneath the dead flowers;
One minute past happy hour, the milk tastes sour.


Laughter not possible, arms too weak;
Broken are the sandals that slip beneath my feet.


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The end of the beginning


Love all your lovers for life and give everyone you know a hug;
Hug to show the love and care inside of you, for nothing beats love.
Kiss the people you love on the cheek, kiss your lover on the lips;
Lips are made especially for lovers, to share a kiss.
Hold each other really close when you are fortunate enough
And hold each other’s hand.
Hand your lover a hand if they are falling and they cannot find a hold.


Live your life as long as you can, to keep sadness away from your kids;
Kids could never really understand death,
Because all they know is how to live.
Run as fast as you can, before age stops you enjoying as much fun;
Fun soon becomes too fleeting when you are an adult,
So instead of walking, kids should run.
Play as much as you can in your youth,
Because adults say you can’t play all day;
All day try to enjoy your life.  Even adults need to play.


Age will soon creep up on you and your youth disappears;
Now you are grey.
Grey hairs are the first sign of time,
Counting away your years, with every increase of age.
Old people may have old bodies,
But they are young at heart in their soul;
Souls define us; souls are priceless; a soul never gets old.


Broken hearted people are less fortunate,
If they suffer a heart attack;
Heart attack victims needs support of loved ones,
To heal their broken heart.
Death is the end, when everything turns to black;
Black is the colour of the soul and there is no escaping death.
Host a wake in their honour if they didn’t make it and became a ghost;
Ghost stories are told to be scary, but if you know them,
Then raise a toast to the host.


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The beginning of the end


This is the end of the beginning
And the beginning of the end...


I have no control over what comes out of my soul
And this poem was desperate to escape.
I try to keep my pain inside, but it hurts so I must let it go.
If only I could still feel something other than the pain;
Then maybe I could passionately write about hate…


I'm trying to build my own future, using my own hands;
But it isn't working without someone else,
To help me become all I can.
I need a divine muse and a Mr. Miyagi;
So this dream of fruition,
Can allow me to become all the things that I could be.


But this is the end of my hopes and dreams.
The dream is over; it has come to an end.
I try to break from the chains of a mind full of ghosts,
But they are real and not just make pretend.


I begin to tell you of my desire to be;
But eventually you will see, that all I can become, is the same old me.
Now is the time, the beginning of the end;
The end is just beginning and continuous…
And there is no release, from this descent.


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All women are beautiful to somebody.


All women have something beautiful about them;
They all have a beauty spot.
A reason why they will be wanted by men;
A unique style of hot.


Be it beauty, or intellect, or empathy, or whatever.
Any woman can be seen as beautiful; some like dumb, I want clever.
When the stars align and you see them in the right light;
You know they are the one you want, so you set them in your sights.


One man may say that she is ugly;
Another man might disagree.
The attractive quality they see as beautiful,
Could possibly, not interest me.


I see passion as very attractive; I see adultery as very ugly.
Some men would disagree.
Another man may want a meek woman;
Another man might want a woman who is willing to cheat.


Some say beauty is without; some say beauty is within.
It is without an undeniable, definite explanation.
Some women are more beautiful,
Depending on their nation.


Hispanic or Latino women to me are simply phenomenal;
Some other men may prefer blondes from Sweden;
To me that’s not desirable.


Some men prefer a different type;
But at the end of the day,
We all need somebody to become our wife.


I know what I want from the woman I desire;
I want the passion within her to burn hot like a raging fire.
Some prefer thin; I want voluptuous!
I want her to have any kind of long hair; except blonde.
I want her to be ***** whenever I am with her
And I want to be the only one who she wakes up to in the morning sun.


I want to see her love for me in her eyes and in her smile.
I want her lustful towards only me; I want her shorter than I.
Then I can put my arm around her shoulder,
When we walk under moonlight.
I want her to be a nymphomaniac; I used to want her to be high.


Now I want her on top.
She can have any kind of job;
Though she cannot be a stripper.
Only I can see her ****.
I want her mind to be *****;
I want her to desire to be true.


I would like her to be an artist,
But that is not high on my list.
It would just be nice if she was creative
And liked to read my poetry…and understood it.


I see beauty in her,
When she allows me to let myself go.
I want her personality to shine love;
I want her to be worthy of my soul.


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Marie


When I leave this place, remember me.
I never accomplished anything,
But I kept on writing my poetry.
I wrote it just for you and all for me…


Sitting in a bar, she drinks whiskey and gin.
I don’t drink myself, but she can do her thing.
As I watch her dance, I sit here and think,
She sure is beautiful; I am so glad she is my perfect, beauty Queen.


She has always been there since the days of no cash
And when I have nothing to say, she can always make me laugh.
My sweet Marie, my pretty thing;
My sweet Marie can always make my heart sing.


In my pickup truck, she picks me up.
We have got a show to see tonight, that we sure do love.
There’s a man on stage,
Talking about the olden days.
Marie gives me a hug and we reminisce.
Those memories, they still remain;
She can take me back to the beginning with just a single kiss.


We met in a bar in a rundown part of town;
We made some money and I own that bar now.
‘It’s a bad investment’; that’s what they all said,
But I smile at them all and say “You’re a long time dead.”
I’ve only got one life to live
And I have found Marie, my pretty thing;
So you can all worry about the money,
I’ve got all that I need…
My sweet Marie.


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Forever there


Remember the faces of those people this world has lost.
They are never truly gone, so let them never walk alone.
Keep them inside your heart until the end of all things,
For they are the one’s worth remembering.


People we meet in fleeting moments could change our world completely;
But those who are gone are fading away into history.
So let us remember all of the fallen,
For they are no longer here to tell their tale;
So let us be the one’s who are reaching out for them.


Let their voices echo throughout the years.
Let their memories shape the love inside our tears.
Let a piece of them remain with us wherever we may go,
Because they will always remind us of how lucky we are to have a home.


Never forget the time we never had, but we also shared.
We may have been strangers, but we were all here once
And one day we will all be forever there.


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Drive forward.


Before I leave, I must plant a tree,
Because a rainforest is what you need.
A missing piece of our destiny,
Can be found beneath the leaves.


Write a note on a cut down oak.
Make a promise to them all.
Change your ways before you go
And never hide behind an opinion that will fall.


I have a key to what I keep, feeling on the inside.
I will let you clone me, if you like.
The mind is never free from the noise;
A sound so loud it will make you cry.
Tranquility is just a dream,
We wish for as the days go rushing on by.
So soon to be gone; on a one way track.
The time has come for us to try.


Break apart every wish you have
And spread the luck around.
Give their cheek a kiss and lend a hand,
When the lost need to be found.


Gasoline on a one way street;
No fire station on the way.
Use sun screen to protect you from disease.
No cell can ever save you from the pain.


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Don’t look back.


It's been a long time since I saw you last,
But here you are again, my blast from the past.
Nothing to regret about the way that you left;
I was glad to see you go, because with you went all the stress.


We exchange pleasantries and maybe reminisce,
But all I can think is, oh my God!  When will you leave?
I have already moved on and you are just holding me back.
Eventually we say goodbye and I can finally relax.


Old memories are best forgotten;
Taking steps backwards will always end up rotten.
Repeated mistakes will only leave you to break;
So never go back to what you know or it will end up the same.


Nothing ever changes, history is resolute.
Don’t believe the truth; this is my truth.
Feelings come and go, so let them just go,
Because at the end of the day…everybody goes…


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The Discworld Death


The Discworld Death and Binky the horse, are here to stay.
The knight and his steed.
The darkest light even on the sunniest of days.
He is here now and he has always been here.
He will be here at the end;
The time you reach the end of your allotted years.


The Death of Rats fears no cat,
For he is already immortal; he always appears in black.
Even if a rat has been killed by a cat
And the cat can see The Death of Rats,
He still walks in his cowl and carries his scythe,
Because no matter how much the cat would like to attack,
It cannot **** the Death of Rats, as it is no longer alive.


You cannot **** Death, nor can you **** the Death of Rats.
You cannot escape the end,
And you cannot escape the cat,
If you are a rat;
On that you can depend.


Susan is Death’s Grand Daughter, with her hair black and white.
Albert is Death’s helper; the foolish type.
Death stands alone in the night and at his side there flies a crow.
With electric blue eyes, Death stares deep into your soul.
He can reach inside you and take your life,
Or he can let you go.


But when your time is up,
From Death there is no escaping.
He is your undertaker, have no fear of the Reaper;
He cannot tell you where you are going.


Death is an anthropomorphic personification.
Discworld is my favourite form of fiction.
It would be my preferred place,
To take a lifelong vacation.


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Autopilot


Life is a mystery; why so much misery?
No way to be happy without somebody next to me.
No holding on, just letting go;
Fingers seem so far away.
Going through the emotions;
Losing the image of her beautiful face…
Forgetting all that which I have known;
It is so sad to be reminded that she has really gone.


Trying to recall, but losing it all.
Memories only fade.
Closing doors; surrounded by walls.
No way to go back and so I look to the future;
There is nothing to see without her.


It’s a beautiful world, I can go anywhere,
But I can never return to the only place I want to be.
Wasting time; breathing air.


Give up, on looking up;
All I remember is her waving goodbye.
No hope left to raise my eyes…
No interest in raising my head.
Staring deeply into the concrete;
Wishing to forget.


My eyes are closed, my mouth is silent;
My body moves on autopilot.
I am a zombie, heading nowhere.
I am a ghost who can never again be there.
I am not remembered for being alive;
I am a broken egg shell, with nothing left inside.


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As he walks on by, leaving you to wonder.


Walking home on a Saturday night, I saw a spaceship flying so high.
I tipped my hat and turned my back and I continued to walk on by.
You see I have already seen this, inside a memory inside my mind.
I have had this thought a million times, so I just let it pass on by.


A light burns in the distance,
As a comet flies through the Heaven’s above!
I cast a glance, a peek perhaps; nothing more than a quick look.
You see I have seen it all before, a thousand times or more
And all the wonder has disappeared, along with all the fun.


Other people do not believe in me;
They say I just tell fantastic stories that I create.
They tell me that I should just write a book of fantasy,
But I have never created a page,
That could ever shine as bright,
As the idea’s that you will find along the way.


Another morning after;
I awake with another story to tell.
They tell me that they are tired of the tales that I weave
And that they are no longer under my spell.
But that has never been my objective;
I never tried to change the way that you see.
A thousand non-believers have nothing to give,
To a wondering mind that has already been.


I want to believe in my own ideals
And follow a thought until the end.
They can disbelieve and question my words,
But they can never stop me from attempting to make new friends.


Maybe I can also speak the truth too;
Maybe not all I say is a lie.
Maybe one day you will see me disappear inside a cloud,
After a thunderous flash of light.


I have travelled over the oceans and I have walked under a moon.
I never thought to take you with me,
Because I thought that you already knew,
That I am just a traveller
And I am passing through your time.
Maybe next time I am passing through here,
I will try to drop you a line.


I would have liked to have taken you with me,
But it would have taken all of your hope.
If you believe enough in me, who knows?  We will see;
Maybe I could find a way to offer you a saving rope.
A way for me to lift your heart, when you are falling down.
I want to raise all of your spirits
And show you the universe, before I leave this town.


Some people say I never existed;
Some say I must have been a ghost.
The only man I truly knew, is unknown to you,
But he is the one I admire the most.
Some people tell my story, without ever knowing of his;
But I could never write an autobiography,
Without an acknowledgement of his tragedy.
I am living in his shadow, I have his memories inside.
I see an image of the man that I could have been,
But I must leave his body now and return to my life.


I’m heading off into the blue now;
I’m leaving you all behind.
I have left you with a memory…
As I leave you all to be mankind.
I’m leaving you all to wonder,
Who was the man that was talking that night?
And as I turn the corner,
I climb into my flying saucer
And I fly up into the sky.


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A place for poets.


We are flying through eternity.
Endlessly we stay beneath all those things,
They tell us we should have been.
Aimless we choke upon our own words.
Seeking guidance in an empty place; we have never been heard.


Our voices have never truly shouted out loud.
We are the poets in need, lost faces in the crowd.
A million strangers never meet to discuss,
What could be done to give a voice to us.


All travelling alone, along similar tracks.
We are united by words, but we never tell each other what we have.
With all the knowledge in our world of poetry,
We are all left confused by the possibilities.


No map to view; no set in stone.
No directions to a place we can communicate;
A poet’s home,
Is a place we need,
To speak at ease…
A place we can all feel safe.


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A no answer machine


Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.


No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases;
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.


Couple’s councilor; I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?


Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.


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The choice is yours


There is a little ball of fur playing inside a paper bag
And it chases every ball that it see’s rolling past.
It is learning how to hunt, using stealth and quick reactions;
It is stalking its prey every time it moves and it waits in anticipation.


A piece of string is attached to a ball that is placed before the cat
And every time I pull the piece of string to make the ball move,
The cat leaps into action and suddenly attacks.
But its attention span is short
And soon it loses any interest when nothing moves across the floor.


But I can control the puppet on a string;
Do I mean the ball or the cat?
Or did I just make you read my words,
Simply for my own pleasure, just to amuse.
What do you think about that?


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Starfire.


Flying through space with a smile on my face,
With no need to replace memories of forgotten days.
Crawling along the edges of a song, newly born;
With the innocence gone, I burn like the sun.


Starlight burns through the blood in the veins;
Pumping waste through the bitterness and unforgotten pain.
Calmness is too loud to the ears of the torn,
Ripped up on the ground; unfaithfully a star is reborn.


Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.


Sing a song from the bottom of the heart;
Love lost leads us to a whole new start.
Chasing dreams and screaming like Starfire stars.
Electronic, neurotic; I’ve gone too far!


All that I want is to die like a star;
An explosion in space that could light up the world.
All that I want is to burn like a star;
Raising fires, burning in the darkest of words.


Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.


Aliens on vacation spot a superstar;
Sing a song of your creation.  It’s a brave new world.
It’s a search for Spok, sing from the heart.
Sunlight dies in space; Starfire is never killed.


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One last time.


Stop the world from spinning; I want to get off.
This life of mine is moving way too fast and I have had enough.
I’ve done all I could and what have I got?
A broken heart, a broken mind and I never did finish writing that book.


Love is a stain on an otherwise ordinary life;
My life is a stain on an extraordinary planet.
Greatness falls and shame and pity will not apologise;
I could have done it all, but now I have been left damaged.


I'm sat here in my favourite chair, smoking my life away;
I’m stood here looking out a window, wondering where it all went.
I’m torn asunder; it rains, it thunders,
But still I cannot find a reason to stay.
Out into the blue, I drown in sorrow and there is nothing left.


One last time, I write one last line;
I write one last line, one more time.
One last line, just once again in time;
Just one more time I will write my last line.


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Never found.


Circle of friends, broken in time;
Hear new words, lost in a rhyme.
Discover truths, before unknown to you.
Want for it all, to have meant something true.
Times passes by, too quickly for two.
Summer is dead and now winter’s in bloom.


Angel tears burn like ash on the ground;
Fading away like a shooting star never found.
Angel tears burn like ash on the ground;
Fading away like a shooting star never found.


And now all I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
All I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
And now all I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
All I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!


Like a lightning bolt sent straight from above;
**** on their daisies to **** them off.
Search for love like you are searching for God.
All I know is I will never do enough!  So!


Give me your love; I need your love.
I’ve already given up!
I can no longer go in search of God,
Because I lost my faith and I have fallen out of love.


And now all I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
All I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
And now all I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!
All I know is I!  Don’t!  Want to go!


Love is dead and all hope is lost;
I have no faith when it comes to trust.
Love breaks the heart and you can never do enough;
So be never found!  Never found!  Never found in love!


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A right to life.


I have the right to write.
I may not be right in what I write,
But I still have the right to write.


Freedom of speech is poetry.  Do you see?
Because what they teach is, learn to read to feel free.
They plant the seed of doubt in you and me
And I just say what I see.


My thoughts are right to me and wrong to you;
I write what I feel and I’ll probably be sued.
This feud must end; my words are only words.
I only speak what I’ve already heard.


Mixed up I am, but my poetry is real,
This is how I really feel.
So how do you feel about what I write?
Is this writer right?


I’ve nothing to say, but lots I must write,
For I fear I could die without affecting your life.
I fear I could meet you in the afterlife
And have nothing to say, except did you enjoy the ride?


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Armadillo


Love is a true story.
Love takes time.
True love means being faithful,
And truly loving only one woman for the rest of my life.
At this moment she is only on my mind;
I hope one day to find her hand in mine.


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Are you a believer?


A game of chance.
You can ask,
But you cannot expect,
The truth.


In exchange for my answer of love,
You must tell me something of your heart.
A single thing you have never done;
The price of my truth is a piece of your inner-art.


Ask me honestly and I may not lie.
I promise to reveal the sky,
If only you are willing to see.
Are you a believer?  Do you believe in me?


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I think


I think,
Therefore I am wrong,
I think.


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What?


What is love, but a feeling?
Why do we follow it so blind?
What are our hopes and our dreams?
Why do they change over time?
What is an oath of love and being faithful?
What is marriage, but a commitment to break?
What is our destiny?
Is it simply what we make it?


What is life and living?
Who decides who lived right and who didn’t?
What is philosophy, but thoughts to be spoken?
And believed by some and disagreed with by others.


What is the meaning of life?
Why can there only be one answer?
What is wrong and what is right?
What gives you the power to say that?


What is opinion without fact?
What are society’s thoughts?
What if we didn’t believe all we were taught?
What if we broke the rules?


What is money, but pieces of paper?
What is wealth, but a status symbol?
What is a conscience, if it is ignored?
What will bring the end of the world?


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With or without


Sitting on the edge, looking for a way out;
But there is no way to escape the darkness that exists inside a head.
Not saying a word when all you want to do is shout!
You have already purchased a wreath for your six foot bed.


Tried to make a change, but we are all stuck in the same rut;
Nothing will ever change for those who choose to give up.
The silence is deafening in this void we call a life.
No contact with another human being,
So nobody can trick us with their lies.


Alone and unhappy we sink beneath the surface;
Down and deeper we are forever falling.
Deeper, down, so no hope for us to make a wish with.
With or without me, what would you be left thinking?


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Working 9 to 5


The constant rumble of the fans above my head,
That cool me down, so I don't feel too tired.
The crashing bangs, of heavy metal things,
As the machines continue to work,
To produce metal sheets.


The thunderous press machine,
Thumps another piece of metal,
As the production line keeps moving,
Full of different people.
Each of them standing, in their own specific spot;
Capable of breaking the chain,
If one of them is gone.


So just hang your metal onto the track;
The thing that made me quit before, but I came back.
And now here I am, stronger and wiser,
Better than before;
Now they've offered me the job full time.


But I know, I can do better than this,
For I wish to be a poet, an author and a lyricist.
I just keep looking at the clock,
Waiting for another minute to pass.
****!  I'm sure it's stopped;
I've surely been here longer than that.
No; it's just because,
I'm not using my head
And thinking to make time pass quicker
And not just waiting for it to be 10.


At last!  It's here, we all give a silent cheer,
Or a sigh of relief, that the day is done.
At last, now we can all go home.


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4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11.


Waiting for a change.
Wishes…none remain.
Hoping for a sight of rain.
Soothe my soul with fire and pain.


4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11.
Just eight days in June
And I’m waiting
4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11.
Waiting on a friend to show me Heaven.
I’m still waiting on you.


Why must all hearts be broken by affairs?
Why criticize me for believing?  There,
Are so many worse foibles to find when dating.
Like waiting on a friend, patiently waiting,
Or waiting for the end of summer.
Waiting on a chance, or change.
Memories deja vu ain’t helping me find a new lover.


Just one look and things could be brighter.
Just one phrase that means see you later.
All I want is one more smile,
Just one wish,
I need to remind you of just one day more.


I could find you written on the shape of my heart,
If I could find a reason to believe, to carry on,
To accept what you are,
To believe in your love.


There are numbers scratched across my chest again.
4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11.
We only managed to find eight days in June.
I need more of your sweet perfume,
For it’s a godsend.
It drew me to you and I Etch-A-Sketched you away.
I let you break me; I allowed you to stay.
Give me fifteen seconds more, to truly adore,
The Hell that is you; that which makes me cry.
Hurting never says goodbye,
Like you did with a killer smile.


Give me eight more minutes of silence;
Or give me thirty minutes more.
Give me half a second to reminisce,
Before you walk out of that door.


Hurting never takes its time to beat me.
Waiting on a friend to grieve or greet me.
Waiting for another day;
Needing one person to stay.


But for 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 days.
For 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 days in June,
I was left waiting for you.


Gone to the wind, you blew right through me;
Leaving only memories; ricocheting fragments deeply.
You seep into me like misery.
I was empty when you found me,
But now I am fractured.
Here’s to living…happily ever after.


I wish you had not medicated my heart with feelings.
I wish I had never met you and started believing.
I wish I didn’t have to know.
I’m waiting on a friend, staring out windows,
But there are only ghosts,
All around me like memories.


Waiting for the end to take me.
Waiting on a friend indefinitely.
Waiting for the next lovers quarrel in December.
Waiting on a friend…
Waiting for forever.


Waiting for a time when we are back as one.
Knowing we are already done.


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I see you


I see you in candle light.
I see you in the day light.
I see you every time I close my eyes.


There are others with bigger smiles for me,
But you hold no deceit.
There are others who claim to be more passionate about me,
But it is you that I truly need.


I may not be right for you,
But you are perfect for me.
Nobody ever said this was going to be easy.


I am waiting on you to make the call.
Are we eternally bound, or are we nothing at all?
I no longer have judgment in what I see as love;
But I see you, I see you with me,
I hope one day I am looking in the mirror
And I hope in the reflection I am looking at us.


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