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.

 

 

 

The wasn't to be...

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)