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Wednesday, 23 December 2009


A million and one guises I've have been
fallen and settled amongst you so
withered and shrunk
washed away with the sun rays
only to return another day
as a different design
beauty I am wonderment I cause
as you watch me drift slowly
down to earth
from the heavens above
on a cold winters day
or night
covering the your world
in a utter white blanket
snow men your make
round and tall
short and thin
as we bind each other within
roll us you will in warm palms
only to be burst apart
as if confetti at a wedding
to the ground we will but fall
to be trodden and squashed 
waiting for the next warm hand
some of us will surely melt 
into puddles of water
that reflect a purity
not seen before
in this life of yours
dreams we hold
dreams we bring
all on a Christmas day


Thursday, 17 December 2009

Remember The Time:

A shining light in the darkness
things said done by others
perhaps envious nay jealous
of a unmistakable talent
that shook this world
to its very core
remembering the time
when you was I was bad
perceptions shaken
beliefs often mistaken
by those ignorant 
to the fact
genius you was 
dance a dance 
and show me the way to go
for the way you made me feel
I couldn't ever stop loving you
times shared moments given
by you to us
in devout faith
of the belief of a better day
when all along
it was so clear
they didn't care about us
ghosts let loose
in this mix of delight
sadness and joy
brought forward
in but a eternal voice
of everybody
at this here heartbreak hotel
the torture was worth the wait
of one more chance
whilst they tripped on you

God Bless

Sleep now


Yule Tide:

Christmas time 
holly and ivy
kids glee and eyes shining
presents and gifts seen
wanted by all 
wish upon a star or two
in the hope 
your receive
as well to give to see the smiles
things to deliver 
cards to post
to loved ones far away
thoughts of those gone
remembered on 
a drink or two
sing a song 
and rejoice at all
fires crackling
stockings hung on the mantle so
waiting in eagerness
for the brimming of surprises
satsumas and nuts
shared out in joyful return
as grandad sips his malt
the old folk speak 
of a past time
when children didn't have much
and men had no work
and the children laugh
and smile
at such stories
hopefully the snow will fall
and we will gather
a snowman or too
snowball fights
and sledging too
in the kitchen warm and smelling
of fruits and delights
as Mum And Dad prepare
the fine feast
that is Christmas dinner
sit we will 
and a cracker where pull
jokes spoken 
and the wine poured
dinner bursting the belly so
as Mum pours brandy
upon the Christmas pudding
the delights of the blue flame
as nostrils fill
with the heavenly scents
of this Christmas time
as one we are
and as one we will be
sharing rejoicing
and remembering those
alone this year
for us to enjoy
Yule Tide

Merry Christmas


Sunday, 6 December 2009

A Vision Of You:

Oh too see but the grace of you
feeling you in outstretched arms
held safe and secure
in the depths of you
the beating heart of need
love and want
guiding me on home
to all that is you
slow intricate whispers
passed on down
telling me you care
saying that you are
but the only one 
laid upon the bed so
as stars fall from the nite sky
to kiss the black velvet
that is the moons very own 
personal playground
silence adorns the bespoken
and slowly I drift away
until there is only
the feel and smell of but you
lifting my senses 
soothing this soul
at one
forever more


Saturday, 5 December 2009


Time is like a clock in my heart
it never stops ticking
doesn't slow doesn't pause
just keeps on winding down
the minutes the hours
days and weeks
months and years 
until there is only the silence
for now the clock turns 
its hands reaching
for those lost moments 
gone to where ever it is
time surely goes
maybe to the wind 
or even the heavens
were its stored and saved 
for another moment
to be shared perhaps
by someone else
in another time another place
time is always eternal
and will always be
constituently turning without that pause
until there is only time left
escape you may try
run you surely will
but far you wont reach
afore the time concludes
and your left with nothing
but the hollowness
of the empty heart
long run out and long vacated
left standing but alone 
so for now as the time goes by
the seconds I do grab and surely hold
the minutes I use to find
all I need and want
to wile away the hours
for living is free
and surely enjoying
never aware that behind the doors
time slowly slips on by


Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Midest The Brain:

Moments of momentary looseness
seem to be more often
then not before
grey mists circulate the mind
often hiding doors 
to which more then not
I once knew laid beyond
and so had no need to visit
let alone open
swirling cries of confusion
haunt the corridors
leaving me beside myself
asking if I am in fact me
let alone Angelus
colours distort twisting
as if a broken mirror
unable to reflect back
the true image of what I am
or even who I am
a sense of lost prevails
and words said
mean not what they are
lines spoken unto me
lost in the eons of nothing
as one struggles to make sense
of all that is will be should be
simply can be
for each day is but a fight
to the finish line
when the head hits the pillow
and I don't have to think 
why do this
for why to keep on fighting
to ache to feel starved
of life's luxerys
I ask this often I beg often
to understand to find a reason
and beyond me beyond this
is a life that is less then ordinary
and though constraints tie me bound
I am but me living in a broken shell
who can and will smile
that will not be devout of strength
faithfulness and belief
and the hope and promise
that there is always tomorrow

Right ?

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Thanks Giving !

Seeing you out and about
watching as you strut
amazed as you flaunt
bringing you home
the long car journey
my eyes on you all the way
lips licked in eager hesitation
dragging you through the door
into the kitchen
across the table
touching your flesh
feeling your breasts
moulding them shaping them
sliding my hands up your thighs
plump and rounded
damn so firm
and yet so tender
laying you down
upon the pine wood
and entering you
stuffing you with all I have
watching as your
taking it all
more and more
smearing you in honey
caressing your skin
tying your legs
trussing you up
in this wild game of ours
basting you in your own juices
WoW your so hot
this feels so right
sizzling upon my side board
I want to eat you all up
taste you on my lips
your heaven scent
that special taste
mmm mm mmm

Don't you just love a fresh Turkey !!

Happy Thanks Giving !!!

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

My All:

The rain fell last night
glistening like diamonds
upon my window
each a capsule of my dreams
only to fall away
breaking shattering
leaving behind the pieces
of what was 
the coldness creates a steam
were upon I draw your name
wondering as you sleep
do you still care
my heart aches 
and my mind runs wild
with the mistakes one makes
when confused and lost
in making it so right
that wanting touch 
of your arms 
around me so
to tell me its ok
and that this will be now and ever
my wish to you upon the stars
to love you for you
all that's said done and wanted
left in hands of those above
can it be so will it be so
if only I reach out
to tell you how much
I love you so 
that I really do care
that no matter the distance
time or space
there is a bond
hidden but strengthened
by a need so strong
of but each other
crystal pools of tears
well at the bottom of my pane
and in them your face emerges
whispering unto me
sleep now sleep
for tomorrow is a new day
and you are in my life


Sunday, 8 November 2009

Belief Of You:

How much we see and read
information flowing through
the minds deep cortexes
amounting to images
replayed over night
thoughts and ideas
concepts and visualisations
how they turn and twist
leaving you wondering
misinterpretation follows often
how it seems is how it isnt
often or not
within the minds eye
clashes of words
 things said lines crossed
random thoughts fitting
like jigsaw pieces
without realising
corners tabs cut
to mold a picture untrue
take a minute take a second
pause and breath
reflect and ask
communicate with the one
and see the words
listen to the sounds
and know its not always
as the mind percieves
as the demon shrinks
and the doors slam
to the darkness of confusion


Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Then An Now:

What is but this thing
that I hold so precious
that allows me to see
all that is
for there in
lies the beauty
of it all
everything I touch
all that I feel
that I desire
want and need
in this here world
all that resides
and yet seems
to just pass me by
here today
gone tomorrow
leaving me with a sense
of welcome and hope
an utter glory
filling my mind body and soul
faith and belief
clutched tightly to my heart
for there is always
the promise
of another tomorrow


Left Alone:

The vale you wear
is but a thin disguise
to your ruby lips
of seductive lies
spoken softly
utterances of sweetness
devotional idol-ship
as if the only one
now left broken
laying torn strewn
across the floor
as if irrelevant tales
of what was before
like the many shards
of the broken mirror
where I held you so
in all that was you
when that moment
all I wanted needed
was your very words
now unwanted unneeded
left in this mired world
of utter confusion
as I'm led in state
for all to process
with the words
the heart grew fonder
but the body broke
for surely
too much love
will kill you


Where I want to be:

How can it be better then this
when your facing me
holding me in your grasp
clutching me to you
keeping me safe
from woes and betides
that lurk in the darkness
what would be easier then to fall
deep into your eyes
and simply float away
their boats maybe sinking
all around them so
beyond saving
but I will always have
in you my saving grace
and whilst the rain falls
and the sun shines
leafs turn red an yellow
cold winds blow sheltered in you
I find myself secure
to be but always me
words said undone
passed and left
is of no consequence
but for this moment
when you tell me
I am I will be
the only one
to catch you when you fall
upon the rising tides
of the storms below



City lights gleam like neons
on the cold wet stones
of the pavement below my feet
finding myself walking
in the rain
thoughts of you thoughts of me
as I pass by the glares
of fast food diners
long closed to the night dwellers
garbage trucks do the rounds
collecting the city's refuse
undetected unnoticed
whilst sleeping tramps snore
upon a bench
here and there
scattered through out suburbia
walking on down the street
I notice from the shadows
past my feet slinks a cat
on his way to meet a friend
or feed on the city's left overs
the cold embraces my bones
and I clutch the collar tighter
of my favourite winter coat
cars and bikes left long ago
the streets to the ghosts
of a bygone life
reaching steep steps
I grasp the rail and walk down
to a film of as if ink
lights glitter on the surface
from the bridges and banks
I stand by the river
watching listening
as waves lap against the shore
from passing night travellers
who partied the evening away
now tired and surely
en-route home to warm beds
the only glow that of a street lamp
shining a golden misty beam
upon a wet seat
were drew upon I do
thinking feeling nothing
but breathing the air
of a different time
and slowly I drift away
to were I am home
safe and sound
and creature comforts
sit in places designed
as the fire coals glow
shedding their warmth
upon my body so
and tea swirls its vapours
feeling my head with sweetness
I am awoken with a jolt
to find a policeman stood afore me so
excuse me sir but I'm afraid you cant sleep there
move along take yourself home
your catch a cold
with a nod and a smile
I stand and bid him goodnight
and slowly make my way home
without mentioning ever
to the officer
this is but my home



This life before me so
born of age
in a busying world
of manic tirades
and fast cars
finding feet to walk
let alone run
when even not asked
to be all you can be
to achieve to soar
upon great heights
as if a mountain
reaching for the heavens
great is the man
they say
who succeeds in life
to be oh such more
but what if the wish
is to be but me
for that is all I can
ever really be
only ever for me
and whilst the walk is far
and progress unsteady
I know one day
I will reach the summit
of all I am
and then I will know
I will see and feel
I am truly at one
with me
with you
with this here life
set before me so
until then just for now
I shall keep on
but walking


Gone By:

It gets difficult to breath
to see to know
where one is begining
and where one will surely end
the journey becomes long
and unduly tiring
with no sign of rest along the way
doubt creeps in
fears play out
as if a black and white movie
light pales to a dimness
long missed
much needed
to warm the faint hearted
and as the steps slow
noticing below the feet
are but the fallen
of those that became redundent
to the steps that are life
being all you can
breathing living
this life once
until the end
as you walk on water


Saturday, 10 October 2009


Neon electric dreams
coursing through my mind
in the early hours
of the morning
darkness falls
like a velvet blanket
but words spoken
uttered and offered
hold me closer
keeping me warm
and my heart
so very much alive
as its beats resound
with a hope
a belief
in this journey

so show my heart
some of your emotion
and watch as my eyes
light up like those of candles
burning bright through the gloom
afore us so
showing you the way
unto me and were I be
waiting for you
as we turn and twist
in a lovers embrace
of my neon electric dreams
of but you


It Feels Like:

Akin to two lovers
held fast by hands,
their minds build bridges
of devotional expression,
knowing in the knowledge
that this here moment
is but a new journey
were nothing is required
nothing demanded....
the language of love
from within
two beating hearts
with but one..


Sunday, 27 September 2009


Caught torn in a devout sense
jaded judgements
restricting the purpose
rain clouds threaten the plains ahead
pushing on forward
with no clear understanding
of the journey ahead
wondering further on through
past falling wasted desolate times
were once smiles were free
and laughter was the best medicine
were now only echoes reside
of what was what is
pulling the coat tighter to me
huddled over as if a older man
of a lost generation
left to decompose in a corner
the struggle to be to find to see
makes one lose clarity of all that is
but none the less this walk
this fight this battle
will not forsake me
for the battle lines of your heart
though maybe drawn
do not offend me so
your curt words or paining eyes
stop me not
for at the end of it all
lays the sunshine
of a better day a better reason
a better time
to be just us