Sunday, December 28, 2014

Was it just a trick of the light ?

Was it just a trick of the light ?

When only the flow of no reason
And simple truths can hold me,
Will the light in your pretty eyes
Fall upon me how I long to be held?
Soft is the trickle of power unfolding,
Tough are the tears of my surrender,
Kind I have known, from deep pools,
Emancipating all of my weary soul.
Fresh as summer meadows in dew,
Have come these lives to be kept,
Washed as linen under the milky moon,
Whence I’d lost my heart to you.
Bridged from yesterdays in despair,
The wanting to be under your spell,
Life gives the dream a new revelation,
And all I know is your smile.

Shadows cannot hide your allure,
Nor do days of darkness clothe me,
Support has a name of an angel,
As she sings in rainbows, the stars.
Beheld are the fragments in question,
To answers no-one will ever know,
My doorway closes on the light of day,
And here, an echo of the wilderness.
Abandon to be alive in pure motion,
Carried under the raiment of love,
Freedom will be my only salvation,
When my soul cries to be touched.
When doves have cried in darkness,
Only ‘she’ shall halt this timelessness,
Held in her arms and her rich smile,

And the blinding light of love..!

Snow is Freedom.

Snow is Freedom.

Tumbling on the whim of mine,
A flurry of white shall billow bye,
Causing hope to rise and call,
And I am alive behind the eye.
Fallen to a fate worse than death,
Life was full as now the sky,
Cold and broken a hand in fate,
Nothing saved, for me left to try.

Outward blown into the distance,
Ran and danced on time gone bye,
Delivered the reason to hide my shame,
Beneath what drifts now in my eye.
Covered in blankets beneath the rage,
Torment has broken a blizzard sky,
Away from helplessness about my fate,
I resist the tear of this fear I try.

Once where we began our lives,
A cage left empty I passed you bye,
Caught for all to see my crime,
No love, no respect escapes your eye.
Brighter in a day blown by caring,
Blinded in a force beyond pale sky,
Hard and frosted, iced to my core,
I trudge no distance though I try.

Unlike my fate, you're free to go,
Snow set down, long times gone bye.
Dispatched with empathy for a life,
See how these jewels now catch my eye.
Who has tasted ever such freedom,
 A snow filled heaven beneath the sky,
Where I watch in wonder to change,
Beaten in battle if ever I'll then try.

Dedicated to: Musical Artist
Tracey Curtis @ The Green Gathering.
Chepstow 2014

‘The story of the prisoner.’

Saturday, December 27, 2014

I like the way you squeeze.

I like the way you squeeze.

Love is in the air and here I’m smiling,
Walking close to you excites me,
Holding hands is simple display enough,
But when no-one is looking,
When we are building hot emotion,
I like the way you squeeze.

Love has moved us into the throws of passion,
Holding smooth and scented skin, it
Let’s me be the way a man should,
And all at once a gasp
I feel the hand of your adventure,
I love the way you squeeze.

Love to bring tears to my craving eyes,
Gripped between palpitating thighs,
Lost beyond knowing and always wanting,
For in the space of lovers,
Moulded by hands of real true desire,
I feel the way you squeeze.

The Forum of Desire.

   The Forum of desire.

In every way through every day,
I am seeing you.
My attentions have gone out
To you, for you, with you,
Yet not alone again
With thoughts of two.
Coaxed by yearning,
A familiar burning deep below,
The start of desire
Fan the flames now rising higher
That smile, a connection.
Souls recognising grace,
Beauty of these lines I trace,
Fondness to a choice we face.
Reading in between the lines,
Desire breeds romantic notion,
Of how we may yet
Catch and ride the locomotion,
Deep and hot, filled of love,
Broad as any timeless ocean.

Recognised of one becoming
More a joy than aimless fantasy,
I wonder do you truly notice me,
And crave to let your
Soul and mind run free.
Worlds apart yet meeting here,
Time stands still as if
The paralysis grips me,
Destined for a day to feel you,
Heady, drunk so much more
Than merely tipsy.
Wanting has a power to
Feed me, all because one special
Moment passes, collection of messages
I sense, as you raise your glasses.
Palpitations driving and fuelling
My sole attention, to want your kisses,
Upon my body your hands and lips,
Carpet softness supporting how we
Open to gyrating hips.

I drive my car into a bridge
I’ve crashed, I let it burn,
I want your freshness,
And all the ceaseless scandal,
The fire burns within me too
Till I’m become the madman,
‘Cos I don’t care..!
Heat that rises fills my mind,
And no religious convictions hold
For us to go until we’re blind.
Every ounce of love
Is desire and lust here moulding,
We reach a point of no return,
I’ve crashed my car
And I watch it, I let it burn.
Heart beating, thudding so quickly
Your smell intoxicatingly vivid, I
I stumble…..answer,
But your widening smile describes,
That you understand..!!

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

It's a point of You.

     Its a point of You.

Seeing is not always believing,
For I have known another way.
Now I feel the love you share,
And things are coloured differently.
Realms of worlds I'd never seen,
I'm holding in the space of time,
Brought into my eyes and heart,
To build a notion of tranquillity.
On the wind your name was called,
And here beside me came paradise,
Listen close and you shall hear,
A beating heart so inspired by you.
Understanding mysteries cannot stop me,
Finding the truth I found right here,
Filled with power to kill the blue,
I'm seeing how my point is you...!

                    For my Miranda. x

Eyes of True.

           Eyes of True.

There was once a light,
something of you knew how to fight,
bared in innocence was a beautiful sight,
when all at once I knew you right.

Had those years just flown,
to ideas and memories never know?
Would this chance to live we'd sown,
build into a grand and mighty home?

Held in grace forever mine,
loved the place how went our time,
despite that we survived without a dime,
the way we felt was sweet and fine.

Walking hand in hand with you,
how the days we loved drove through,
fields of dreams is what we knew,
and what I read in eyes of true....

Amazing Stories.

        Amazing Stories.

Flow the tide of pilgrims,
so many arriving each blessed day,
coming in from far and from near,
some to behold the spectacle, others to pray.
From dread and fear of the road,
they all braved the challenge ahead,
a flood of voices in many tongues,
following the lines of history we tread.

A brotherhood made in love,
like a miracle to heal mankind,
some strange elixir of united nations,
upon the Camino de Santiago you'll find.
Arriving with such a variety,
of amazing stories they have to share,
the beauty of love held in their eyes,
is how we prove that we still care.

Lift the will of caring,
to breath hope of peace for all,
here the throngs are calling out,
a micro nation of people walking tall.
Through the plains and mountains,
come the messages of a new day,
one where we shall all rejoice,
so many stars have shone along the way.

Stories of hope to conquer,
and some of our loved ones passed,
many of reward in times of doubt,
are the tales of these people amassed.
And now in Plaza de Obradoiro,
are the sparkling jewels of the way,
each one has carried a hefty stone,
that troubles, they can now cast away...

The Crying Game.

       The Crying Game.

Laid here upon ancient stones,
Years of toil have come to rest,
Oh my heart has overflowed with love,
And now my eyes weep saltily.
Miles we've travelled to behold,
All this beauty laid to rest,
Something moves inside me here,
And crying helps to move my soul,
Tested oft' beyond my limit,
To walk along this way of peace,
Fallen, stumbled, held in states of grace,
My joy has risen to highest highs.
Now my will has given in,
I accept the willingness to explode,
How much love I'd held deep inside,
That now floods down on holy ground.