To Sing Your Heart
I would like to sing your heart
I would like to see you beautiful
You could watch me fly away
Into the rain which washes down
Cleanse the air we breathe
Feed the ground on which we walk
I would like to sing your heart
I would like to see you beautiful
Tell me if there’s anything I need
Guide me to the words I need to speak
The world is a frightening place
Together we need not be afraid
The is no need to label what we are
Or what we may someday be
I would like to sing your heart
I would like to see you beautiful
And come what tomorrow may bring
In the first rays of a new sun
I shall fly away from you
Into the day and the unknown
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Confession of a Lonely Romantic
I am a romantic
I believe in the full colour of love
That beauty can transcend any world
To a place far better than here
That which is able to heal so many sorrows
To cast light in the darkest day
I believe in the hearts affections
That underlying truth, a realisation
I admire the beauty that is unseen
The warmth of another words
The gentle nature of their actions
A look in the eye or a smile
Ply the stings of romance
There is a song heard deep within
And that song is beautiful
I see the beauty of the innocent moments
Those shared with a love
I see them in a dream, a hope
I await to feel such thought from another
The light and colour of love
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A sleepless grace
A sleepless grace
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It is in her quiet grace
the touch of her fair hand
the sleepless night
seems to pass so gentle
I look to her eyes
and find my soul rooted
deeply in place
like the chestnut tree
unmoving and steadfast
there for many a year
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she holds my heart
in the realms of her own
the whispers of conversation
fill the gaps of silences
we talk of the day now past
and those days to come
we talk of the little nothings
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Travellers change
Travellers change
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Could we piece together a handful of change
gather the fare to catch a break
travel through the night if it helps save, us
you could always sleep beside me
while I sit awake and write my poetry
if I could scratch a living doing this
words paying our way around
so we could travel and eat everyday
forgetting the expensive hotels
a room with partial view is enough
when we have each other to talk to
maybe my words could scratch a budget
we have our legs, we have our health
we can walk to where we need to be
another place to sit and eat
some other view to look upon
a change is always as good as a rest
can we gather a handful of it today
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Poem on a loves ending
Poem on a loves ending
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Tonight I shall love you
As I could love no more
In the morning I shall say goodbye
And be filled with such sorrow
You hold a place in my heart
And there you will remain
For all the world I love you
Now I must let you go
In the morning I must let you go
If I could hold this night forever
And you in my arms
To look into your eyes
For a moment to be eternity
And save a broken heart
For all my dreams it cannot be
Like the night this love must end
Come the morning, this love must end
should out paths meet again someday
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Dealt into silence
Dealt into silence
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I sit and shuffle a deck of cards
Each queen named, a prelude to fate
Momentarily I distract myself enough
To slip into an idyllic peaceful isolation
And what has brought me to this conclusion
That I now turn my back to the world
And seek the confines of solitude
I sit turning each card, counting nothing
For there is nothing in these turns of fate
Each queen I named a sad memory
Of a love I held passed unrequited
The same story, the same bitter ending
Those false promises sound like quotations
Reeling out from liars lips meaningless
And who was there to pick up the pieces
Of the broken heart and weeping soul
The cards are shuffled and dealt
Into silence and solitude
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Further more from the poets desk
The drum of the pen upon this desk
Rings the impassable opening line
How to break from the restraint
To speak full admissions of the mind
Be it of love or observation to life
I am as yet unable to pen a word
The is no tale, letter nor a comedy
I am able to dictate unto the page
The agony of my literary silence
Grows with the slow passing of time
Drumming ceased Pen firmly in hand
And the clicking of the lid begins
Thoughts search and contemplate
While nothing written remains
My eyes look not into the room
But into another place of fantasy
Where I dance with romantic words
And survey loves great tragedy
All of this I seek to fill my mind
So I may finally pen
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Heroes and idols
Heroes and idols
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we should never meet those
we aspire towards
unless we crave disappointment
idols are flawed, heroes too
I’ve seen first hand
my own poor choices
and all their failings
I should take notes in my book
sketch them into corners
to be read, and read again
maybe the best ones are mad
maybe its that off beat soul
that ticks so many boxes
makes us stand up, take notice
the great ones we label
artists, poets, actors, writers
the more messed up they appear
that extra bit special they seem
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A reflective portrait
A reflective portrait
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I’m a real piece of work
A Machiavellian self portrait
I could be the living abstract
Of my over complicated mind
While others try to work me out
Finding who or what I am
Beggars belief why they even try
I look away blindly into nothing
Trying to conjure some imagery
That I may weave in words
A poem of some or any worth
That’s what I do in my line of work
I crave emotions, explore them
I find sensations to abuse
I hurt myself to keep on living
I make little sense to anyone
Pride is complicated to understand
And comes at a high rate of interest
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The Four Muses
Then they came one by one
Into the mind, a soul they caught
The four queens of a love
As yet unclaimed by a hand
The joker remains not a king
The first captured the imagination
One so well suited and inspired
That a spark was well felt
Only for the love to be clubbed to death
The second a heart bar none
Kind and beautiful and ever so loving
Sadly unable to see or accept the love
That waited for long to be seen
The third a diamond so bright
And beautiful as all the rest
The poor love could not afford
To win such favour of a queen
And so onwards unto the unknown
Where the final queen awaits
To sow the seeds of romance in the earth
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