Dream

I shall not sleep,only to dream

I shall live to dream

Yet i shall dream as if i'll live forever

And live as if i'll die today

What secrets do you hold behind those eyes?

What stories tell the tales within your cries?

Do you ever think of... Wonder why's?

Or is your darkened heart just full of lies?

Could it be you're scared deep down inside?

Dare not take that risk, so you just hide

But would it not be best to say "I tried"?

No longer would you let the heart divide.

Some times i guess it's all best left unsaid

A half written story... just half read

Now they can make their endings up instead

Maybe then they would not feel misled.

So as you lay your head to sleep tonight

Ask why you didn't do what felt so right

And wonder why you didn't see the light

When now you could be holding him so tight.

Here i sit alone in thought

often so quiet and peaceful

yet tonight, i sit and smile...

as i listen to the old Italian lady

from the coffee shop,

shouting at her staff with such firm

authority. 

Then Silence once again.

I drift off in thought 

along with the still waters of this canal

my daydreams rudely awakened 

by the sound of an old Italian lady

as she bellows out her off key Oprah and clatters her pots.

A man paints by the side of me,

people return from work to their apartments

shops close at the end of the day

and here i am...just sitting.

I sip my coffee and demolish

the most gorgeous lasagne i have ever tasted

and think to myself...

i'd marry this old Italian lady if she didn't sing so much.

Lost soul

Empty is the soul that walks within the shadows

as the wind howls like a lost wolf in a silent wood,

Always one step closer to the emptiness of nowhere

still he treds his long and lonely path.

 

 

 

A smile danced with such passion in his voice

through the phone, down the line and across the miles to her heart.

He said he'd call tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. 

Yesterday she loved him, today she yearns for him

And tomorrow she will smile and remember, as he dances with such passion in her heart.

Who i was, made who i am

It does not matter what you say

You made me who I am today

Life was hard, times were tough

At certain points i'd had enough.

If i'd been born with silver spoon

I sure would bore of life quite soon

Yet in shadows yesterday

Became a better me today.

Experience has taught me well

On past i shall no longer dwell

Looking back, i know it 's true

I wouldn't be me, if you were not you.

I soldiered on, i knew i would

To try to be the best i could

So now with open eyes i see

It was those times that made me, me!

In memory

 

By his grave uncontrollable hearts wept

soil scattered and roses gently thrown

memories within their hearts

of a loved one taken home.

Heart warming words were spoken

at a gathering so dear

they raised their glasses to the one they loved

not an eye was without a tear.

They talked of old times as the night went on

though saddened, the smiles did raise

each keeping the fondest of memories

he gave till his dying days.

Now they visit his grave stone

each placing their flowers with care

hearts are still saddened, tears still flow

knowing they’re leaving him there.

The wanderer

He wanders down the cobbled back streets

Kicking at dust as he goes by

In the darkness he remembers

As the moon is shining high.

Thinking of the good and bad times

As he’s walked these streets before

He stops and glances at a window...

No one lives there any more.

Happy days with joyous moments

Heart wrenching times with so many tears

With his hands dug deep in pocket

He remembers through the years.

Mistakes he made are fresh in thought

Yet he has not one regret

Times were hard and life was testing

Something he shall not forget.

He wanders down the cobbled back streets

Kicking at dust as he goes by

In the darkness he remembers

As the moon is shining high.



Teenage xbox zombie

 

 

 

 

Teenage xbox zombie

Xbox playing zombie

Only moves for food

A smile or a grunt

Depending on his mood.

Grotty pairs of grundies

Socks of stinkin cheese

Never got a thank you

Never heard of please.

Mop head on a morning

Attitude at home

And your life is over

If you ever lose your phone.

You could live a life on pizzas

With a joy pad in your hand

Fifa 13, call of duty...

And a mother to command.

***For Henri Dales***

Written by your mum

xxx

(The servant) :o)



Too young

 

Too young

too soon to cross the other side

Too young

you felt you just had no one to confide

 

Too young

and so you left without a word

too young

no one saw and no one heard

 

Too young

yet you decided on your fate

too young

when morning came, we were too late.

 

Too young

with so much life still left to see

Too young

alone and lost was he.

 

Too young

depression did not show

Too young

just seventeen,,,we did not know

 

Too young

things will never be the same

Too young

now we all feel your pain.

 

Too young

with angel wings you now fly high

Too young...

Too young to die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Writer's block

 

 

Try to write a poem

can not think

put aside my pen

pour another drink.

 

I ponder over thoughts

that are spinning through my mind

in the midst of all the ciaos

I'm alone I find.

 

Lost the inspiration

the passion, the insight

as I try attempt a poem

that I just can't seem to write.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The final chapter

 The final chapter



Vibrant  smiles, giggles and butterflies,
a passionate heart that danced with such excitement
as i wait for your train to pull into the station.

Young innocent love
so many hopes and dreams of our tomorrows
no planning required, we'd go where our hearts would take us
and i would write of my love upon purple paper.


That very night of your proposal
standing in a pokey little jewellers
hand in hand we said...
for always and forever.

Walking down the aisle with my father
falling into eyes filled with promise and protection
whispering i love yous
as we say I DO.

The births of our children
enchanting sounds of laughter that ran through our house
three excited faces when daddies ship docked into port
sailing back into our lives once more.

The waiting for your return, counting down the months,weeks and days
longing for the tenderness I'd missed for so long
  I felt more alone and lost now
while you sang merry songs with merry sailors down the town.

Drinking came and nastiness followed
loving emotions pushed aside
in a house once full of laughter
 tears would fall like rain upon an empty sea.

Years of trekking a vicious circle
I found the strength i thought you had stolen
packed up your things and stumbled across
an old smile i once knew...my own.

Once again, i was me
my heart dancing through a meadow of tulips
finding new dreams with my head held high towards the clouds
like an ending to a final chapter

I sign the papers and close my book.



Three little monkeys

 

Three little monkeys

would often run me riot

never got a moment

to sit and just be quiet.

 

Three little monkeys

always on the go

I want I want I want

pulling too and fro.

 

Three little monkeys

always having fun

scattered toys galore

mummy on the run

 

Three little monkeys

and a mummy half dead

praying for the clock to chime

half past bed!

 

Three little monkeys

growing so fast

those little silly giggles

just an echo of their past.

 

Three little monkeys

now so grown

endless teenage hormones and

worries of their own.

 

Three little people

strange as it may be

how I miss those little monkeys

swinging off me.

 

10/2/14

 

 

 

 

 

 



Old photo

Old photo's...

(loved this old dog)

Every picture tells a story, so they say

Often wonder what my thoughts were on this day,

Could it be that i am watching all the other kids at play?

Or just clinging to the chain so my best friend won't run away.

Is my mother cooking stew behined that kitchen door?

Am i thinking of tomorrow and what it has in store?

As a child...with dreams so innocent and pure

Sitting with my best friend and the shadows on the floor.

If i should have no more tomorrows...

If i should have no more tomorrows I'd hold you close to me, beneath the soft smile of the gentle moon and kiss you with my everything.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd embrace you with the sweet candied scent of my love, enriching your heart with my essence, desperately clinging to tender memories of yesterday.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd close my eyes and feel the warmth of your smile like a burning sun upon a golden beach. I'd memorise every inch of you, so as in the next life even if blinded i would find my way back to your heart.
If i should have no more tomorrows I'd sit beside you under a strong,proud,mysterious oak and say everything in silence... whilst the passing wind whistled carrying away my thoughts.
If i should have no more tomorrows I would cling to you tightly, fall helplessly into your eyes... and love you for as long as forever should last.
If i should have no more tomorrows...