She Keeps My Sleep.

She takes my sleep
Leaving thoughts and dreams,
But not of sheep,
Just of her it seems.

She keeps my sleep,
On purpose i think,
And stole my sheep
With but a wink.

She keeps my sleep
And all the while
My heart she'd reap
With but a smile.

She keeps my sleep
And sheep but despite
This we both leap
For love at first sight.

A Noise In The Night

The head of the stainless steel serpent rhythmically weeps,
It's cries echo throughout the glistening white ceramic halls,
Reverberating from floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
As it's tears tumble round and down into the grimey deeps.

Lines written in hope of seeing Orionids.

What a pleasant surprise
To see such clear skies
And just in time for tonight
To see meteors burning bright
As they streak by Orion
As I watch like Endymion
Trying to make Selene swoon
Under the glow of her moon.

What is in a kiss?

What is in a kiss?
I'd trade that and this
To feel the sweet bliss
That hides in a kiss.

What is in a kiss?
I'd trade that and this
To never to miss
Just one last kiss.

How Is It That?

O, how is it that thou,
With your eyes so blue,
Skin so fair, hair of a hue
So common yet unique,
Can allow me to peek
At thee with eyes anew?

O, how is it that I,
So malleable
In your hands, am not able
To explain the rhythm
Which my hear takes on,
Some sort of love drenched spasm
That lasts from now to anon?

O, how is it that we,
Both bright and both young,
Are not together
Exchanging wit and tongue,
To converse and cuddle
Whatever the weather?
Mind the puddle.

Fragments #1

For lack of wench and want of mead
My fingertips to my temple knead
Where upon I hear tick-tocking
Of a most peculiar ring.
The face of time this ring doth bear
But a smile, this face, it doth not wear........

Dark clouds above
Overshadow young love,
Rain pitter patter drips
A meeting of lips
The glowing of hearts
Never to part......

From thy beauty I lend my wit,
To praise thy beauty I use it
Along with aught else I can find
'Mongst books, the skies and muses nine.
Please be kind O daughters of Zeus
Fill me with words that I may use
To warm the heart of my lady
And praise thy gift of inspired poesy.........

This bottle full o' bobs,
(A whisky bottle no less)
Is a symbol of hope
For when times are hard pressed........

BookCrossing.

Be it on the bench in a park
Or on the steps of the town hall,
Openly welcoming readers,
Keeping literature and adventure
Circulating through fresh new minds,
Reminding all of the power of words.
Often forgotten are books, but I
Strive to give them a second chance,
Saving them from dusty shelves
Inside dusty rooms amongst those
New, shiny, fancy gadgets, so
Go now and hunt down a good book.

The Objects I Possess

O how I wish the objects I possess,

The contents of my room, the shirt on my back

Could speak out loud the events I forget,

The gaps in my memory that hinder

Me on my journey towards happiness.

Happiness! Potentially happiness,

Maybe happiness (but probably not).

Miniature flashbacks of words and actions

Of indiscriminate consequences

Hidden inside the objects I possess.

An Unhappy Marriage

Have you ever tried to stop dreaming?
I have.
I needed a break from the screaming.


Do you find ways of staying awake?
I do.
It's a long way up to the lake.


Can you take control of your life?
I can.
I've just gone and drowned my wife.

Failure To Impress

Shall I play a pretty piece for thee
Upon my guitar, plucking strings
That resonate in such sweet harmony
whilst mine novice heart softly sings
Along to a heavenly melody
As pure as fresh water springs?


Or perhaps I'll paint a picture
With each stroke worth a thousand words,
Each word designed to describe a creature
As beauteous and rare as birds
Of paradise, such dazzling features
Which my brush carefully disturbs.


My blistered fingertips stained with hues
Invented to rightly portray she.
She who I've failed to amuse
With my Music, Art and Poetry.
Created as if there's nothing to lose
As she waits for a man that's not me.

Street Lamps

The eyes of the Devil, unnat'ral light,
Glaring through my bedroom window at night,
Disturbing sleep from near by and afar,
Denying me the beauty of the stars.

Falling.

I'm falling, falling, falling, falling fast,
And faster, faster, faster, faster still.
I wonder, how long can this feeling last?
And what will be the price of such a thrill?
A thrill defying logic; how and why
Can I fall with my feet firm on the ground,
Without the fear, I may affix, to die,
Whilst falling faster than the speed of sound?
Perhaps I'm not to question the details
Of my descent? Instead, enjoy the ride;
Providing such a rush when all else fails
To please me, barring the one I espied.
    The one who takes, with ease, my heart aloft,
    But leaves it to meet the ground, hard or soft.

Seeing Rhymes.

Some words that rhyme are seen not heard,
Take a look at the word above
For example, as I remove
The first letter to make it beard.
Some words are just weird, like 'hiccough',
Which is pronounced 'hiccup', although,
Most words that end like the word 'plough'
Confuse me, making reading tough.
Despite this, I do like to hear
And see the words rhyme when I read
Poetry, and after I've read
Them I think about how I tear
    Out my hair at how my work should
    Be, whilst failing to break the mould.

My Day To Day

Every morning I wake up
Get in the shower
Wash my hair
Brush my teeth
Go downstairs
Pour myself a bowl of cornflakes
Make a cup of tea
Then I place my soul on a rack
And proceed to beat it
With my bleeding heart
Throughout the day
'Til the dread of sleep and dreams
Dreams that dangle
Hope of happiness
In my face
Like a carrot on a stick
Before kicking me in the b****cks
Then I wake up
It's a mundanely viscious f***ing cycle.

In The Woods

Pretty bluebell mist
Exhaled through dense woodland
Rising from wild patchy grass
Feeding the eye, mind and soul
Extravagant bird songs
Chirruping away, soothing
The ear, mind and soul.

Sunset

Blindeded! Blindeded!
Watching the setting sun
Never can nor want to
See it again.


Wishing it changed from a
Paradisiacal
Ball to a crazy hot
Female with chains.

I'm By Myself.

I'm by myself or by your side,
When I'm most content in my stride,
Matching your speed but not your grace,
Walking towards a pleasant place,
A pretty place I once espied.


Our feet, beating paths lain outside,
Slaves to this inanimate guide,
In belief of finding solace,
I'm by myself.


Through woods and up hills we abide,
To see the Sun and Earth collide
Delicately in warm embrace.
On a bench we've found our palace,
Upon this bench I've realised,
I'm by myself.

'To Express My Love, I Dare Not'

To express my love, I dare not.
     For I've tried and failed in my dreams,
To pursue my amorous plot,
    From dark to light through all extremes.
Ah, perhaps events shall be kind,
    To conform with reality,
Structured, to provide peace of mind,
    Opposed to unbound fantasy.
None can predict what lies ahead,
    And none can know her choice of phrase,
Even I, 'til her words are said,
    Rely on previous displays,
To assemble my words and thoughts,
Then plead but hope it's not for naught.

Looking To The Future

Where will I be
When I'm 23?
Will I be happy
Still writing poetry
About things, feelings, me?
Will I have a degree
Or grow a goatee?
I guess we'll see
In due time
I'm sure I'll be fine
After all I'm only 9.

Haiku #5

Silhouette scorched black
Against deep burning orange
Descending from blue

Haiku #4

Sunset burning woods
Such a wondrous illusion
Relying on chance

Haiku #3

Sweet bleeding blossom
Who'd spill your beautiful bloom?
The wind cutting deep

Haiku #2

Pheasant, badger, hare
Woodland beast unique and fair
To which non compare

Haiku #1

Lonely stands a tree
Proud in a field forgotten
What tales you could tell

I'm Awake!

I'm awake!
I don't know why
I'm awake!
I want to cry
I'm awake!
It's almost day
I'm awake!
I start to pray
The lord my soul to keep
I just want some f***ing sleep!

'A Silent Invitation'

A silent invitation
With downcast eyes
Exposed, radiant, glowing
The sight of her silk
I move closer
The feel of her silk
Closer still
The scent of her silk
Closer
The taste of her silk


Never have I experienced
Something so innocent and pure
Her eyes sparkle
Amongst glistening beads of sweat
Peering into my very soul
One last sigh
'I love you'
With a smile
I weep in ecstasy
With joy
I've lain with an angel


Alas!


'Tis but a dream
Revealing cold, barren chambers
And soiled sheets.

The Day The Clown Cried.

The day the clown cried.
It wasn't hurt pride
Or having been lied
To, or shunned aside
From stardom worldwide.
It wasn't his bride,
Pretty and wide eyed
Who failed to confide
In him, love denied.
Nor was it the slide,
Stood, unused, outside
With swings alongside.
It was that he tried
To see the upside
Of a world deprived
Of joy he'd provide
When he would decide
The day the clown died.

Oh God, It's A Carrot!

Oh god, it's a carrot!
Blast this fear of mine,
Lachanophobia-
The irrational fear of vegetables. 
Sweating, shortness of breath,
Feelings of dread,
Constantly ridiculed,
Having food thrown at me. 
Cucumbers. 
Tomatoes. 
A blummin' great big pumpkin. 
Then they stand there,
Confuzzled,
As to why I'm not,
Screaming in horror. 
'They're all fruit you idiots!'
And they call me silly. 
Oh god, there's another carrot!

A Dying Rose

I awake, alone, in a strange garden,
Being forced to consume polluted rain,
Exposed to many random stunted suns.
I can no longer feel the winds, just pain.


Plucked in my prime! I've now become grotesque,
But a shadow of my former beauty,
Dying in the pocket of a stranger.
Nothing but a temporary trophy.


My aroma dwindles, my petals wilt,
My stem and my leaves are brown and brittle.
Now I am presenting nothing but thorns.
I'm falling apart, little by little.


Whilst i'm in this fatal and forlorn state,
I can't help but drift towards thoughts of home,
An animated and vibrant domain,
Where my kin reside and birds and bees roam.

Who'd Love A Fool?

Who'd love a fool

If a fool wouldst love

'Til his heart stopped beating?

Would you love a fool

If a fool wouldst love

Upon first meeting?

Would a fool love another?

Aye!

'Til their hearts stopped beating.

A Symptom Of Love.

It frightens me,
The physical effect,
Your presence,
Has on my heart,
It beats so fast,
It could rip,
Through my chest,
Or stop completely,
At any moment,
I could die in your arms,
There's no other place,
I'd rather be.

When It Begins To Rain.

When it begins to rain,
The rich start to complain,
Whilst drinking their champagne,
When it begins to rain.


When it begins to rain
The poor (bathing) maintain,
'We're really not insane',
When it begins to rain.


When it begins to rain,
The murmurs of the vain
Are heard, 'Oh not again!'
When it begins to rain.

Curvy Lady

Baby!

Curvy lady!

I really want to touch,

Your sexy curves so much.

I am mesmerised by your hips

And your cherry red, tasty lips.

When i see you walking across the floor.

Baby! It only makes me want you more.

And when i look into those eyes,

It's like ive been electrified!

I see you in my dreams,

When i awake i scream

Curvy Lady!

Curvy Lady!

What have you done to me?

Why cant you let me be?

You're nestled deep inside my mind,

Please let me repay you in kind,

Let me get a hold of that bouncy ass.

I'm not going to let this moment pass

Me by. I've got nothing but time

Baby, to try and make you mine.

What do i have to say

To make you want to stay?

Curvy Lady!

Baby!

Whisky, Tears and Ink.

My whisky, tears and ink
    Begin to coalesce
        At the base of my heart.
My heart begins to sink,
    The reason I can guess.
        It's because we're apart.


My whisky, your ink, my tears.
    I never want you to see
        The misery in my eyes.
Behind closed doors, reappears
    Whilst reading your notes to me,
        Contemplating our goodbyes.


Never! My whisky, my ink, your tears.
    I couldn't risk upsetting you,
        You are far too precious to me.
My duty: To wash away your fears,
    Give support in the things you do,
        Above all, make sure you're happy.

My whisky, my tears, this ink,
    Have all but dried and vanished,
        Except drops that stain this sheet
And the remnants of my drink.
    Writing these words unblemished,
        Whilst drunk, was no easy feat.

Purely Descriptive.

This is purely descriptive,

Showing no emotion,

A difficult notion,

Considering my motive.

Showing no emotion,

I'll describe your visage,

Which is above average,

Showing no emotion.

I'll describe our visage,

Starting with your hair,

Whilst taking great care,

I'll describe your visage.

Starting with your hair,

Correct me if I'm wrong,

It's dark and very long.

Starting with your hair.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

I saw piercings in your ears,

Making you stand out from your peers,

Correct me if I'm wrong.

I saw piercings in your ears,

They bring out your blue eyes,

Quite to my surprise,

I saw piercings in your ears.

They bring out your blue eyes,

And add to your smile,

Designed to beguile,

They bring out your blue eyes.

And add to your smile.

I'm drawn to your neck,

Elegant swan like neck.

And add to your smile.

I'm drawn to your neck,

Quite close to your bosom.

(I silence my blissom).

I'm drawn to your neck.

Quite close to your bosom,

A place I'd like to be,

Too personal for thee?

Quite close to your bosom.

A place I'd like to be,

Perhaps too forward for some?

To have my hand on your bum,

A place I'd like to be.

Perhaps too forward for some?

To describe your thighs,

It isn't very wise,

Perhaps too forward for some?

To describe your thighs,

And parts inbetween,

Would make me obscene,

To describe your thighs.

And parts inbetween,

I'd hate to reprise,

To what's between those knees,

And parts inbetween.

I'd hate to reprise,

So let's move on my sweet,

To your dainty little feet,

I'd hate to reprise.

So let's move on my sweet,

Showing no emotion,

During this commotion.

So let's move on my sweet.

Showing no emotion,

(Almost), I've painted an image,

Hopefully matching your visage,

Showing no emotion.

I Wish I Didn't Look!

Why do you torment me with your beauty?
I hate the way I feel as I love to gaze upon your face.
It's as if you have made it your duty,
To haunt me with your elegance and grace.


Thy long raven hair, tendrils, pulling me to darkness.
Thy supple soft skin and piercing eyes,
Thy angelic voice and sweet caress,
Lures me to my heart's demise.


'It gets worse before it gets better',
They tell me, I have no way of knowing.
This pain has no comparison, you bewitching blood-letter,
What once roamed these veins has stopped flowing.


Why do I torment myself? Beholding your being.
Why is it you I see whilst I'm dreaming?
Why isn't my heart made of tougher stuff?
I'm sick and tired! I've had enough!
I wish I didn't look!