50/M/London My work symbolising me as a person and shows my life through my experiences, emotions and the struggles me my family had. 29 followers / 3.7k words
Can't you see my darling Janet your my only love. Through snow till dust if lust takes me let it be replaced with emotional trust. So let go of your rage for this is our day. While we let our passions collide knowing our feelings for each other will never hide. Woe be the times before I found my mind. Without companionship there's loneliness and without sadness there can be no sorrow. Only grief when we lose someone we love. In a world full of espionage there's always borrowed spies so in truth there's no lies.
This is for my wife and the special bond we have together.
They say the eyes are the windows of our souls. It's only the devil in us that makes us evil fools. Now my grandparents Frank and Eileen were a loving couple that cared more about people's hearts and minds than money and gold. It just shows you not every one's callous and cold. Every Sunday at church they listened to Brian's hymns and sang songs. Then told stories of old. No matter how bad or good the weather was at Christmas time. He would be dressed as Santa Claus trying to make every boy and girl feel fine. When there were summer fates they ate and made beautiful cakes. While my mum Ruth and my dad John would be late. So they would wait for their wonderful family arriving from Southgate.
This is dedicated to my lovely grandparents Frank and Eileen who were a inspiration to me and my life.
This piece is for all the Boxers, fights, soliders that have Intel and videos to show them the people that there fighting against. If you didn't have this you wouldn't know what your up against
Artisticism is the political and radical fight for art.
This piece is based on the fight againsf the good and bad. Knowing the rich need to help the poor more Through our speech and thought as our rights as a person in the world full of art.
As I look into your eyes there's always signs that temper my soul. To ease my tensions as the paradox of my passions. Stay with me to be part of my fashion with you my love. Let my nights be cold if I'm not lying next to you. Then let my mornings be blue if our love isn't true when I'm never with you. Let my feeling's be part of my desire. As my heart feels up with a passionate fire. Knowing you tell me the truth without any lies. When my obsessions rule my mind then let it only be in our sessions of tender loving cuddles and kisses. Because you are my only Mrs. Leaving only our love rendered in our souls to show us the meaning of our lives.
This is a piece of poetry dedicated to my lovely wife Janet.