A poet I hardly knew

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 04:11:46 GMT

In sadder times than this
I've looked to familiar faces
and seen only empty eyes

to live in a world of echos
is to sound the same
over and over again

and yet I tell myself
a new truth of lies
to feel brand new another day

it is a road I've walked
1,000 times before
without a map

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 04:07:27 GMT

Karma rich and pretty
inside
to you and to me
laugh
razor short hair
soft
drug filled nights
forgotten
high school ikea bed
uncomfortable
pretending to be something else
laughable
sweet music of an angel
tranquil
books of the ages
seductive
body to body
lies

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 04:01:34 GMT

In wilted skin
I've laid next to you
and watched your body move
in futures past
of one mans eye
a softness lays
so fragile in love
tenderness shows
in darker shadows
I am with you
as hand to chest
as breath to life
today I am
what I never was yesterday
and what you never will be
in a lifetime and a half
too souls
of two forms
to begin life the next day
in different lights
of new mornings

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 03:56:18 GMT

in neck lines
curve of young passion
a sweet seduction
of tongue to lips to mouth
in dark nights
as teeth graze
along pulsed skin
to lust
of heavens scent
consuming all of me
to love
to destroy

2 parts

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 20:08:42 GMT

two parts of a life
have I seemed to miss out

the one I had
and the one I'd left behind

two paths diverged on a city street
and I turned and walked away

the only times I'd turn back
are all the wasted ones

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 07:38:50 GMT

it's been a good day
of strawberry lips
and sweet winter winds

We all spoke to each other
like life long friends
and smiles played on our faces

A good day
is nothing in mind
like the memory of 1,000 others

It too shall pass

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 07:36:36 GMT

To tell the truth
in forms of a lie
I'd say I never thought of you
in the passing of time
on nights like dark ones like these
when the evening light
fades into the past

of silence
in spoken words
over loud noise
and deep in thought
we stood side by side

I remember you
in the finer moments of our past
where nothing would come of nothing
but moments in memory form
that I exploit now
as fondness and regret.

what does time do to us
when we're too proud to admit
that we've let it all go
and grown from our experiences
without ever really moving on

or at least that's where I am
on nights like this
when I wish you were on that couch
and I sat there too
cigarette dangling
guitar strumming
silence of a golden memory
built to so much

How can you ever relive
something that's already dead...

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 05:03:35 GMT

to touch between your heart and your mind would be devine. A passionate kiss of two unknown lovers in the dark of night. A lip to tongue to soul to mind. The dream in my mind is all too real and beautiful that I wonder if it's a dream at all. My hand goes out and touches your warm skin but I still don't understand. To long for love and passion is all I know of love. A sweet taste I tongue on my lips late at night. And I lick my sweet loves neck to know no reality but this one. My head spins in confusion. Is this late night loves fantasy? From heart to mind to body I wonder. Hot breath on an empty pillow leaves no satisfaction. Please fates let this one be different. Let this be real.

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 04:09:27 GMT

There's always a reason
for things to come as they will
to be so real
is so fake
and we both know it

I hear the words you say
and I hope they are true
but I know better
the years have said so
and you know it too

Tell me I'm beautiful
and whisper to me sweet nothings
I will melt
like I am supposed to
but we both know it's not true

Why can't we just be honest
and say what's on our mind
it's not a bad thing
life won't agree
but it will be real

Panic

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 04:10:31 GMT

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ

.................The Smiths - Panic

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:34:12 GMT

to turn to you
in times of trouble
would be like
a paper cut
turning to lemon
to ease it's pain

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 03:36:22 GMT

You ask of me
something I don't know if I can give
but I will try
because it's been a long time since I have
I will put that trust in you
with a smile I could hear in your voice
because you asked me to
to leap only to fall
but I don't know
can you stop gravity
or slow it down
because my bruises are just beginning to fade
and I know there's no net

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 21:00:58 GMT

the fantasy
from arms length away
seems more real to me now
than you
in a windy breeze
where my hair falls in my eyes
I think I hear you calling
but you're right there
in sleepy dreams
the clutch of your warm arms
fills all the love I could want
as you snore next to me
oh what bliss
we would live in
and the love we would explore
if only you were a dream

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:30:49 GMT

and I watch the waves
drift back out to the sea
and I watch myself
making the same mistakes again
and drift back out
to the loneliness beyond
in an ocean so vast
where only near the ends
the storm under the calm shows

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 01:38:12 GMT

The sound of your voice gives you away
not you eyes like the eyes of others
it's in the pause
where words you don't say live
it takes a good ear to hear
but I've trained mine well
and I know there's something more
speak a little longer and I'll piece it together
but you never do
because you always walk away
leaving me wanting more

Sun, 14 May 2006 15:51:55 GMT

when the streets get dark the blue lights shine and the feeling in the air is rotten like the smell in the back alleyway behind the local bar and he stands behind the counter looking out the window and he knows that he is the king of this shit town and the 5 cent hookers with cum on their breath drop their pennies on the table for their one cheap beer and he watches as he stands above them and their eyes don't quite focus and a fumbling hand reaches out to touch his cock in thanks but he's seen this move before and walks back before she even sees. he feeds them food with no taste but it doesn't matter because they're so coated with cigarettes that they can't tell the difference and the dirty glass they chug from is a chalice of the gods. they adore him because he looks from safe behind the counter and in his eyes he doesn't judge but quietly gives them what they need in the late nights of the blue city. he is the king of this shit town and it makes him feel important because it shows him who he could have been. he had a dream once to turn the world around and make everything beautiful but he never thought the world would fight back and the battle was lost because no matter how many tears are cried into dirty glasses this is the life that they know and love and with him looking from the other side the counter they know they're safe.

With all your power....

Thu, 04 May 2006 02:28:11 GMT

It's funny
when life becomes a shade of purple
that you never expected it to be
when all you ever saw where greens and blues

It can't be right
and you know it too
but how can you ignore
something so strange

It doesn't take a genius
to see all the things wrong
in the frame on the wall
so why do I keep looking?

life is full of temptation
from the dawn of time it's there
and the outcome is always the same
or it would have a different name

the echo gets old
but the colour is so beautiful
like the song on the hills
that sing you to your death

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 02:57:28 GMT

A line is there
between known and not known
that I never even saw
until I stood on it

to me it was not a matter
of this and that
but of life in perfect fate
to unite 2 lost souls

How foolish I am
to see beyond the labels there
and deny the roles we play
each time our paths meet

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 02:50:47 GMT

to put things into words you'd understand would be impossible
it doesn't become modern language anymore to speak this way
only shakespeare could really know the true meaning of it all
a poem for the voice of the ever bleeding heart
that's just not popular anymore and no one really gets it

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:09:36 GMT

Sometimes I need
to look at the pictures
of you and I
to remember what it was like
when you looked at me that way
to show myself
that at one time
long ago
you saw me that way
with that glimmer in your eye
before all the bullshit
when there wasn't pain
and we didn't know how things would end

Sometimes I need
to trip down memory lane
and fall flat on my face
into the shit everything became
to see where I am now
in between days of love and loss
and where hope is now
in the blind corner
of my cynical mind
a world away
I looked at you that way
and you looked at me
and we took a picture
to last forever
even though we didn't

but it was real
and sometimes I forget that

It's the silence that hurts the most

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 03:23:57 GMT

How do you put sound
to the voice of the dead
as they walk with us
down silent streets we all know

There are no words
not in the living heart
to imagine what they would say
or how we could understand

The silence is better
at least we can pretend
where they live in our imagination
and try to make some sense

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 04:10:30 GMT

Here I am
in the city I love
I watch the lights dance
in the building across the street
and the cars
move like waves
in the ocean I don't see
it is the grand illusion

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 06:33:41 GMT

Down the street
in yellow light
a couple in arms
oblivious to eyes
smile and giggle
like the world has stopped

I walked past
and I smiled too
to no ones eyes

On a busy subway
she leans on his shoulder
as he strokes her hair
so innocent in love
he kisses her head
natural and sweet

I watch from across
and I smile
but they pay no mind

She picks up a peach
shares an inside joke
in their laughter is unease
for it's all new
though they're old friends
there's a spark in their eyes

They don't notice
as I reach across
and I smile

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 01:35:22 GMT

There is no plague on your house
but I can't help but wonder
as I look through one glass to another
what is wrong
A simple life seems so complicated
when the truth comes out behind closed doors
but why
no meaning to the matter
Help is on the way
but I don't think you'll take it
because you don't trust
you never did
thanks to faces you'll never see again
but still live
What's wrong?
is it you or is it me?
I want to know but how can I ask
between this glass
you can't hear what I'm trying to say
what you're trying to hear
where silence lives

A complicated life you live
a heart cold for so long
will live forever in the shadows
of love once run warm

Mon, 20 Feb 2006 03:15:34 GMT

How do we move on
when we make the same mistakes again
trapped in a circle
with no end
Time and age are sure
but where does the point lay
as the days find us face to face
with a life we've already seen