About a Girl

Another lost poem I’ve recently found. I really need practice.

An angel from heaven
she’s sent down to earth.
Placed into her mother
that then gave her birth.

Each step in her life
from toddler to present
like a flickering candel
with bright incandescent

Now a beautiful girl,
pretty inside and out.
Whenever she’s close
my heart starts to shout.

My mind starts to wonder
of the things I would do.
But my firing synapsis
is overloaded by you.

I’d pull you in close
so your heart I could hear
and hope that my touch
doesnt bring you fear.

My fingers I’d run
through your dark black hair
and when our eyes meet
for a minute we’d stare.

The rest you decide
thats the way it should be.
A price with an angel,
give my soul as a fee.


Time and a tree

Time. A commodity that has much value and one that I’m rich of having. Though I’m poor and sad for it I’m sadder still that the fruits of my time are unwanted. Time, like a tree overfilled with ripe peaches but treated as if they are rotten lemons. I often wonder where the fault lay and so many times have I blamed myself. But how can a tree asking for nothing and willing to give all that is good be so neglected. Every moment of the day and every day of each year I wait to be picked. My biggest torment is worry that the taste however sweet is simply undesired by those around me. People can admire a tree without a taste for its bearings but if all the tree can be, is a peach tree. What hope of it being picked when those in the garden would rather watch me grow and take the fruits of another. Only a few from a neighbouring garden know the joys I bring and for their time. Their fruit. I am forever grateful of the fill.

Musical Moving

In awe of your dance
your song and your sound.
The mysteries of heaven
have finally been found.
Each note that you play
moves Angels to Earth.
Your sweetest of voice
we do not deserve.

Now that your talent
is filling the air
lifting the spirits
of those in despair.
A place amongst stars
waits twinkling for you.
Coz of what you are
and each thing you do.

Keep colouring our lives
between darkest of lines.
Your voice, the paint brush,
creates in our minds.
Each memory a landscape
of musical notes.
Each word from your song
a glimmer of hope.

Your minds world

A rushed poem for a friend.

There are no walls that trap you. No prison bars that keep you away from the world. Instead you are the cage, a cage you can never escape and always take with you. But are you? Are you not free to imagine? Can you not take yourself to wondrous places or even magical worlds that only exist in colourful minds? We are all rooted somewhere but what shame if we are rooted by the limits of our own creation. Let’s escape from the world where the pressures bring us down. Where people strive for wealth and power. Where the rich bathe in pure water but don’t realise the bath is a cooking pot and where the poor look to the stars and trip on their shoelaces. Let’s go to a world where every breath is like our first and the air is crisp and clean. Where the yellow of the sun meets the blue of ocean to create mists of green. We can run across fields of heather and fall in a heap, gasping for breath taken by the laughs of joy. And when the sun hides from the moon let us talk for hours and wish on the many stars that float across the darkened sky. You can never be trapped because your soul is free to wonder, free to think and free to imagine all possibilities.

Corridors and Memories

Why after all this time do you still walk the corridors of my mind? Corridors that go for miles but however far you’re always in vision. I might not see you but shadows flicking in the light that remind me of how you moved. The way your body swayed when we were together and how your chest quickened at end of passion.  I wander into different rooms and I know you’ve been there. The smell of your perfume taunts me like a hidden spirit. A ghost sometimes seen but always felt. Each room you’ve left an unwanted gift. A memory, some beautiful and others distorted and horrifically ugly. Moments of our lives recorded in my brain that for a moment make me smile unknowingly. For a little while I’m there again. So, content. So, joyful. Completely unknowing it would eventually come to an end. Then I’m knocked to the floor and sucked into the ground where I fall endlessly. It’s my most loving memories that speed my journey to hell. I try to lock doors as I pass but when I wander back they seem to have unlocked again. That spirit working its supernatural magic in my mind. I shall continue to spring clean my corridors, continue to lock the doors and maybe, just maybe this spirit that plagues me will tire.

Tree Brief

A number of us were given a brief to write an inspirational story about trees. Here was my attempt. I may have to remove it, should it get used.

We live in a miraculous world where against the odds life exists. The tree plays a part in this epic show telling the story of beginnings, growth, partnerships and life. To think that a seed could morph into a giant tree is breath taking but it needs the ESSENTIALS to start. Without food and water a seed will never start its journey and will lay dormant. So, a creator of dreams tends to the seed and helps the roots to push deep. With a solid foundation, a tree can GROW, its leaves basking in the sun and its branches reaching for the sky. Working together in SYNERGY and in a nurturing environment the tree gives LIFE to all around. It becomes a home to others, gives us air to breathe and sceneries that light up memories. When you think of a tree, don’t be complacent. They live as we should. Partnerships grown by working together, fuelled by mutual understanding and established on fundamental knowledge.

Forgotten Poem

People in the world,
not many like me.
Who act on compulsion
to call a girl pretty.

But sometimes something
special and unique
can jumpstart hearts
and shine on the bleak.


How do I explain
my good intent?
When sceptism creeps
and intentions are bent.

A few meaningful words
to describe a view.
A picture of heaven.
A picture of you.


Think ill if you wish.
Think me a strange guy.
I accept I’m different
that I can’t deny.

My heart is where
all hearts should be.
The edge of my sleeve
born wild and free.


I end my words
that hope to lay bare.
I like your blue eyes.
I like your cool hair!

I’ll remember the day
I came across Lauren.
Her beautiful face
will not be forgotten.

Last Words

Firstly it’s worth saying, I don’t plan on ending my life. This is just a post with a few things I’d like to say should anything untoward happens. You see strangers, friends and celebrities on the news dying everyday. Everyday passes with the thought “These things don’t happen to me”…… well they could and one day they will. The problem tends to be that nobody knows the when.

So I’ll start with a sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to anyone, even if I think you deserved it. There are so many mistakes I’ve made but I’m no different from anyone else. To expect leniency from others when you don’t give it is very hypocritical. I’ve tried to be understanding of others when living my life but I’m not perfect.

I’m sorry to the people I’ve had relationships with. The fact is you could all do better than me. Be treated better, respected better, loved better. If I had to do it again I wouldn’t know how to play it. I loved you or cared a great deal at least and this is why I struggle. Knowing how it ends would I want you to waste your time with me? Did I prevent you from meeting the guy of your dreams? If we never met would it be better for us all. Saving us from the heart aches that left twisted minds and tear riddled faces. I think often about you all but if I did die I’d want you to know. I adored you though sometimes I didn’t show it. I cared for you though I didn’t often say it. I would have died for you though sometimes I may have killed your spirit.

I’m sorry to friends and family. Those who wanted to share time with me but for whatever reason I didn’t. There are no excuses. Nothing I can say in hope of redemption. I can only pray you don’t think badly of me.

With all these sorry’s going on I also want to say how absolutely disgusted I am with the world. The scum who fight, rape, con and manipulate. Those who treat people, animals and the world with such cruelty. I mean this with sincerity…….. Burn in Hell! I hope your corpse burns brighter and hotter than the Sun. People who encourage the persecution of others and those in power who turn a blind eye, what defence do you have? You’re worth less than a runny shit!

I hate the self righteous. The hypocrites that tell you everyday how to live your lives when there own is so messy. Fuck Off!! Who do you think you are? I hate society in generally to some extent. The masses of “Normal” people that believe they know the decorum of life. The things that people should or should not say. The jokes said without malicious intent that are unacceptable. The similar jokes said by the same people that sudden become OK to say. Fuck you too!

My biggest gripe about people. To expect to be treated with respect and dignity and then shit on your neighbour. Sometimes people are good. Sometimes people are bad. But if we all try to be understanding of each other or be tolerant of the bad things that people do to us then eventually we will live in a better world. Take it on the chin the next time someone is a dick to you. Don’t be spiteful or go after revenge.

I hate myself. There are many reasons but one you can guess. Read the last two paragraphs. I sound a little self righteous don’t I.

I could go on for ages about the things I’d like people to know If I died. The chances are I lost you after one or two paragraphs. If you’re still reading then good for you. BUT why are you still reading? Let’s say I died unexpectedly. I couldn’t see it coming or maybe I did but it was self induced and I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. Go live your life.

Right now, go for a walk. Enjoy the Sun or the rain. Feel the heat or the blistering cold. Feel!! Ask someone you like out for a drink or remind someone you love how you feel.

This is how you know you alive.

I urge those who are strong of mind to take what I say on board. Personally and frustratingly I can’t. I’ve been broken way before I died. I’m one of a growing minority who believe that being dead is better for the world, better for you and easier for us. Don’t be sad if I’m gone. I probably prefer it this way.


The Joy of Drink

A terrible poem to explain my recent weekend.

Days of grinding torture
that come to blissful end.
My wet and blurry eyes
staring down a U-bend.

The beginning of the night
started unawares.
The following day I’m sleeping
half way up the rigid stairs.

Not the greatest look
to be greeted at the door.
The estate agent bewildered
watching me crawl along the floor.

That horrible day has passed
and now I feel…… OK.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks
watching lives fly away.

I order the ultimate roll
the Sambucca fighting tool.
The first thing I’ve eaten
since drinking like a fool.

A choir of singing angels
start chorus in the shop.
A pretty worker puts my roll
up on the table top.

Her brownish, reddish eyes
make my weekend float away.
My torturers memories
seem to be put at bay.

So if you’ve been hitting hard
the weekends choice of drink.
Come sit and eat at Starbucks
while having a little think.

Disturbed, The Sound of Silence

Not based on the original but the Disturbed version

When you realise what you mean
Revealed to you the perfect scene
A kiss beneath the dim moonlight
The longest hug with arms so tight
I want and hope we’ll continue making dreams
Everyday because I love you only.

To try explain the way I feel
It’s your heart I try to steal
You hear the words but block meaning
And in turn you halt that loving feeling

I represent stars
From the worlds that are never seen
Explosions been
Although I love you only

The way you move just touches me
Emotional why can’t you see
I’d save you from burning buildings
Give my life to see you healing

I would stop the Earth
To have you freeze in time
If you were mine
Because I love you only

There is a pain you feel inside
a pain you find hard to hide
Let me help you start the mending
Use the love that I am sending
Don’t deny, please open up to me
Together we can love each only.

Ignore words that people say
They’ve no right so don’t obey.
My intentions are kind and clear
I love you so don’t live in fear

I once had said
The words that I’m saying
keep falling from your listening ears
Fills me with tears
All because I love you only

Disturbed: The Sound of Silence (Official Video)