Only human

Human in nature

Attractive in stature

Built on intrigue

And mental fatigue

Looking for connections

Or past resurrections

People choose illusive

Bordering reclusive

A meet between two

With one briefly knew

A mutual respect

For the opposite sex

Want to know your being

And what your feeling

Deep from inside

No need to hide

A deep intense session

With no wrong impression

No guilt to justify

As honesty intesifies

A delicious montage

Tales of self sabotage

All truths no lies

Spill our minds eye

Not spiritual just there

A split second stare

A coming of perspective

Genuinely being accepted.

Stand up

We are all living
We are all dying
Ask for forgiving
When the soul is flying

We can all speak
We can all be silent
Tested at our peak
When the world is violent

We can all act
We are all still
We choose to react
To help at will

We can all love
We can all hate
Cleanse the fisted glove
Before it’s too late

We can all kiss
We can all shout
Think of the effect
When we open our mouth

We can all laugh
We can all cry
Leave no wrath
When you die

We can choose wrong
We can choose right
No one belongs
In a sense of fright

We can all be kind
We can all be mean
We can all be blind
To the horrors we see

We can all be quiet
We all have a voice
We all have a chance
To make the right choice

Brick Wall

If I had to write this with compulsions
It would take a hour for each word
An empty shell with a story to tell
Thank heavens I can now be heard

Blurry lyrics or a collection of genius
My perception they all make sense
A messy mind had a complex calm
Writing this feels so intense

My lowest point, I’d be counting letters
Fragile with anger in my darkest hour
Turning pages a bittersweet torment
Anxiety risen, a story turned sour

Six months I’ve received this calm gift
Continued to put paper to pen
A thought stuck in the back of my mind,
Will my creative desire be grounded again?

Youth was hell, middle age is now
Although the middle feels like pretend,
Because what if this just six months relief,
Keep questioning how’s it going to end?

This thought really struck hard
A pool of water drowning my flair
The best way to be guided forward,
Is to make it real, stick it out there

A clear mind feels to good to be pure
Intrusive thoughts, a form of creative theft
If I couldn’t produce my written work,
My impression is, I’d have nothing left

I’m pleased my lyrics are not lost in translation
It’s where my silent mind has its speech
Forever fighting this fermenting stigma
I hope its helped someone, the people it has reached…

Chemistry

A women stands before me

Waiting to be kissed

We get lost in the moment

Lustful heat not to be missed

 

She surrenders to me

Breaths then pauses – stops

Knowing it will never come to anything

She’s right, she’s worth more than a night

 

One lapse of judgement

Is all she allows

Enough for conscious to peak

She pulls away – hushes my speak

 

Experienced in restraint

Recognizing the reality

What would be a lifetimes guilt

This passion of humanity

 

The responsible adult

I’m the impulsive youth

Emotionally foolhardy

She recognizes this truth

 

Still treats me with respect

Strokes my chest

A love quest, a lustful chance

Not risking hearts on a fated romance.

A Glimpse of Remorse

It was dark

And I was alone,

Think and repent they said,

Who do they think they are

Demanding,

A trait devoid of understanding.

Have they ever been shut away

Like this before,

With no Windows?

I thought not.

I haven’t until now,

I’ve known people who have,

And how.

Anyway I found nothing,

Inside myself, nothing.

Only a thought

And a question.

Why does persecution

Fall on the wrong people?

The thought was about my mum.

See I’m no harm to anyone.

Tell the truth or live

It doesn’t matter

I’m lost you see,

Shut the door

Throw away the key.

Mountain Boat

Questioning existence
Leads to resistance
Looking for blame
Why I feel this shame
For not being more
Living life with a crawl
With no ambition or hope
On a slippery slope
Where all are superior
I’m stuck on my rear
Looking at the others
Sisters and brothers
Who walked the walk
Cut out the talk
Got to the top
Where I had to stop
I’ve had enough
Life’s to damn tough

Hand from a stranger
No coldness or danger
Or judging or shame
No need for a name
Explanation not needed
No excuse to be heeded
Picked me up where I sat
I needed that
The journey is long
Just makes you strong
Though it took a while
Done with a smile
Now I understand
Give myself a hand
Because I’ve come so far
With many a scar
A chance to embrace
Life’s new face

Prophecy

Questioning existence,
Of whole being and surrounding life
Wakes suspicions that lye deep,
Of being held back
By the ropes of family ties.
Blaming those close,
Though media taps the conscious
Convincing the soul that superiority
Should flourish in all aspects of life,
Forcing perfect and diversity to collide.
Envious of images and dialogue,
Paraded by distant friends
And choosing to believe these mockeries
Makes you unfulfilled.
Feelings brought on
By an exaggerated tale,
Fake below the surface,
Creating a paradox of modern culture,
Engaging with the masses
Through pretence social outlets,
Leaves depression in its wake
Creating polluted remorseful souls,
Though it rages on.
Feelings of inadequacy ingrained.
Compare is to scare,
Choose intimacy over distance
Trust warmth by consequence of touch.