Sweet eye of a storm

Sweet eye of a storm

Sandy reflections, a ghasp, a joy,

The stirring echo of something below.

Twisting me and all inside,

Does something open in your smile,

Keep yet more desire,

And should I try my best to hide?

Rivers coursing as a tumult,

Forces of nature called to steal

Me into the essence of this day,

Will I leave a shadow haunting,

When I see you walk away?

Nothing escapes here alive,

Wanting so very much to survive,

And be so strong in your arms,

In the place that future glances,

Let the cat out of the bag,

A place where a certain type of

Love still dances.

Immaterial the voice of regret,

I see the telling memory,

Returns as if I’m gone.

Refreshing none are the echoes

Of the smile I’d come to adore,

The sweetness lost, left and gone,

When all our love exited the door.

But like the twisting eye

Of a storm can lift the debris,

Here in a fleeting moment,

Hope has come again

In a view I could see,

Walking on a cloud of dust,

Drifting colourfully closer to me.

Bust, the resolve to be alone,

You came to remind me,

In a place we made love

Was everything, that had made

Me feel I’d always been home!

Just not equal.

  Just not equal.

One plus one,

One would imagine is two.

But I’ve been learning,

How this just aint true.

One is not always equal

To the other making two.

Two are different each unique,

Something new I’ve seen in you.

Feel the tenderness of one,

The second has strength,

Not such compassion or empathy,

Could this second one be,

One plus one, becoming three?

Finesse the second, passion for life,

One is often so much brute,

Two is tender like a wife.

Forced to see two,

Not one on one beneath,

Two is less than one alone,

Fighting numbers through gritted teeth.

Equality and being equal,

Are laws not made by numbers,

One is up and working early,

Two stays in and sometimes slumbers.

Guided in the laws of fractions,

Split the two, divide the rule,

Better build the blocks of courage,

Or you’ll see who’s left the fool.

Pairs are couples, stuck together,

For the love of feeling whole,

Be the one who helps another,

Two can smooth love for the soul.

Phantoms

  Phantoms

I thought I saw you,

Waiting by that gate,

Is that a door way

Under the shelter, running late.

Would you have waited,

If you’d not yet arrived?

Was it not my fault,

That our love never survived?

Something stranger than fiction,

At work on my attention,

I’ve been missing you desperately,

Did I forget to mention?

Mysterious bumping in the night,

Wondering when I’ll heal,

Something undeniable is happening,

To the way you make me feel.

Amber light.

Amber light.

Go fully into life,

Stay not alone at red,

Pray more than green

Would become your dream.

Pretty is the light,

On open eyes aglow,

Saying, come and get me,

Know that love is free.

Prepare to be adored,

Saved from being alone,

Hold my hands together,

Be with me forever.

Once is not enough,

To see your smile,

And to hold you tenderly,

Come kiss me forcefully.

Red has spelled danger,

Green became the desire,

Mounting tensions coming now,

As amber showed me how.

Reality is such reward,

Potential to blow my mind,

On the cusp of passion,

Amber drove me almost blind.

Delivered from the solitude,

Into a place of lights,

Goodness came into my place,

And joy covered my face.

Only time could tell,

If love would stay a while,

But in the arms of amber,

Light has danced a samba…

Happiness is not a gift.

Happiness is not a gift.

For we are too blind to see,

If we look for happiness!

The search will be in vain,

The time spent, lost in space,

As much as searching

For it to be upon every face.

Who of us really knows,

The way that rules of thumb

Do not make sense,

When you’re searching for it,

On the other side

Of some distant fence?

Grass may appear greener,

To the blind and foolish.

Those who cannot really see

Just what you and it,

Means to me.

No-one can give it to you,

Have you not seriously known?

The value of it is immense

But so few really comprehend,

The clue to where it is,

As their pride gets in the way,

On the roller coaster ride of life

Each and every feckless day.

Beauty is not in the skin,

It is in the heart within,

Fear of loss will keep

You blind of truth,

And stuck searching for a thing

That you knew in youth.

Happiness cannot be given

You see, it’s not a gift

Because it’s free.

Abundantly it’s contained in you,

What a pity,

You hardly knew..!

Fighting my flesh

Fighting my flesh

Coveting the bouncing joy,

Destroys control of what remains,

Love for lusting leaves me wanting,

And tender teasing bring new pains.

See I clearly, points dividing,

Swaying ‘neath the sweet embrace,

Just as you reward my staring,

A beaming smile, covets my face.

Bless the lord for what’s created,

Beauty rich and dressed in gold,

All my power is lost in seconds,

For I’ve seen, what must be told.

Rising heat that leaves me breathless,

Stiff this rod of discipline,

Is it really any wonder,

For your love I’d jump right in?

Wanting is, a searching kiss,

To send me crazy needing more,

Thrust the pulse, of a friendship,

Whence you’d thrown me to the floor.

Tingling, aching, from tip to toe,

Dewey the perspiration on my skin,

Bent over is, my imagination,

It pains not to commit such sin!

Oh so unavailable.

Oh so unavailable.

It really is a joy to see you,

So much to delight the eyes,

Fond of breathlessness I become,

When I noticed your clenching thighs.

Beyond mere attractive you may be,

With smile to melt my resolve,

Washed away in seas of hope,

If your desire for me would evolve.

Caught by time in space right here,

My thoughts are set upon your face,

Long I’ve travelled to know this fire,

Or a love that’s full of grace.

Won would be the fight I face,

If you would embrace my light,

Building love for life and rewards,

In a place where we’re alright.

But sadly you can’t ever know,

The tenderness within my open arms,

Or the deftless way, I adore you,

And could help to quiet the calms.

For in your eyes I see distress,

And angst beyond the way of peace,

Someone has hurt you in the past,

And the memories cannot find release.

It’s not your fault I understand,

Though it is your fight to bear,

Freedom to let go the internal noise,

Is lost on struggles I can’t compare.

Would you ever flee the stress,

I’d be here to hold your hand,

But for the moment I’ll let you go,

I just hope you’ll understand..

You couldn’t have affected me more if you’d tried!

You couldn’t have affected me more if you’d tried!

Somewhere out there on the

Celestial moon, a heartstring tune,

Made me tirelessly swoon, buffoon,

For the sense of surprise I heard

As you wafted in, to fill my room.

What chance had I, to cut out

My wanting eye, or let my desire

Fly, once more feel the lusting,

Though restraint I’d hoped to try.

Acceptance must come for me,

That I cannot ignore

All the magnificence god made

To be, the softest loveliness here,

Coveted in palpitations free,

Where you are all I see.

Perfection in an earthly form,

Spreading a notion in early dawn,

Akin to needing of what I’d fawn,

A reason you had been timely born.

What ill could I have done?

Taking you, in hand on tongue,

And selfishly ‘pon the frenzied heat,

Watching you walk down my street.

Nothing you could have done

To me, would have been a crime,

Or a waste of my precious time,

If I could have tasted you,

Just once, forever, foreplay of mine.

Guarded in a tight fitting dress,

My insides gone to jelly, I’m

Such an awful mess, the truth be

Open I must confess, my eyes

Could not have done less, as

You swayed and bounced, I’d had

You undressed.

Reverie in my secret mind,

Would you have known it,

Or would you want still to find,

A way to release me, freedom

Coming to save me going blind?

Curves and movements stretched

Inside the cotton, shimmy and shake

From top to bottom, I’m short

Of breath, my pulse is rotten, and

All sense of reason has been

Now lost, forgotten. Lift your eyes

And smile my way, in light

Of love I pray you’ll stay,

And beg me come with all I

Pray, I’d not want this to be

The price I’d pay, nor how my

End would find my time away,

But god, sweet Jesus, my heart doth say,

For the love of mercy with you I’d lay.

The Beginning is near !

The Beginning is near !

Too much have I invested on,

The wild side of a life to be,

One where only the appearance is,

Of the beauty that my eyes do see.

Contemplate for a moment the what,

And the why that makes it move,

Because believing in another reality,

Is always a mugs game to prove.

Sanction only the yearnings of belief,

That tenderness could save this day,

Feeling coming to remind my notions,

All I’d want should still come my way.

Bound as one who’s lived a life,

Searching out the happiness to reward,

Looking out on the fields of gold,

Where all true beauty can be adored.

Heat will rise and steam billow,

Upon the sheen of palpitating skin,

Brought near the mountains hidden,

In the afterglow of dreaming sin.

Courted here the sculpted face,

Seasoned light that shall not wain,

Beauty far beyond this desire,

Exchanged from heaven once again.

Coming first I’ll see a power,

Into the bosom of something sweet,

Tempted to grab hold of waywardness,

Where all the glory I shall meet.

Riding the train to stations new,

I’ve wandered from my comfort zone,

Begging for the chance to feel,

A softness that I’d call my home.

And here has come the reason,

That moves me to expand my days,

Careful that I’d want to realise,

How synchronicity has brought me praise.

Seeing is often more than believing,

As magic moves strings within my heart,

And I had known your beauty,

That also played its’ own rich part.

Craving for the love within those eyes,

Has started desire to now multiply,

Even if I were a stronger man,

My resistance I’d not proudly justify.

The beginnings are always wanton,

Where energy takes me upside down,

Under the weight of pure abandon,

In your presence I’d love to drown!

Totally inappropriate!

Totally inappropriate!

You have a beautiful smile,

And all I can think of

Is what it would be like,

To taste you on my tongue.

Daydream becomes a fantasy

To hold you for an hour,

Wildly beneath the overflow

Of possessing all your power.

Filling not just your senses,

The whole of you I’d crave,

Smacking my lips all over you,

Abreast of how we’d misbehave!

The evil that men do.

The evil that men do.

In the pit of my stomach,

Turns the screw of such evil,

Rancid in disgusting inhumanity,

I come to see, so oft’ in you,

Would I have preferred

A less compassionate dealing more?

For the lack of love seen,

Sends my heart into overload

By this vengeful display wrought

Where love ought to have been.

Cold, inarticulate weirdness prevails

To the minds of these monsters,

People keeping their violence keen,

Till the last chance for hope,

No-one cared to breath this

In the face of something

So disgusting and desperately unclean.

Children, spawn of the devil,

Slaying one another, their own kind,

Not a natural thing is this

I believe if we searched deep

Inside, something else we’d find.

Yet here walks such candour

To do the bidding of hateful crime,

As if it is their duty bound

Eviscerating tiny souls, loved ones,

Or any strangers that they find.

Do they count as human kind,

This wretchedness made form?

I cannot believe my eyes today,

When I see and hear the pain,

Which they’ll not stop to spawn.

Madness maybe, or just plain evil

Some lovelessness gone into overdrive,

Watching how they gloat for this,

And on their destructive power thrive!

Or so I thought.!

Or so I thought.!

In the middle of the night,

On a day without rain,

Light of daybreak awoke me,

In the hour that you came.

Sense of the sensibilities won,

Under a cloak of wind,

Take away my reasons now,

To relinquish or rescind.

Bright was hope in silence,

None shall pass this way,

Grieving here below the arm,

Shall take my pain away.

Or so I thought!

Waiting more than sensible,

A coat to warm  my skin,

Laying down on soft damp earth,

I’ll feel your tempting sin.

Knowing freshness lithe and taut,

Brings with it pulsing guilt,

Deep within you all I see,

A power for what you’ve built.

Take me to recover,

From the miles I’ve walked alone,

That I helped a stranger,

Or had fed the dog a bone.

Or so I thought!

There are eyes to treasure,

Knowing ‘neath shall lie desire,

In a pure struck instant,

My whole body catches fire.

Coarsed  in veins of power,

Hear not my call to go,

Under where we’d taken off,

Struck like the wind shall blow.

Lost to cries of angels,

To be fed on bread and wine,

You had been my saviour,

When you said you’d be mine.

Or so I thought!

Messages from up above,

Can call me to my senses,

Or ultimately they can trouble,

Tearing down my old defences.

Reason is no friend to me,

Some days could not be known,

When I’d fail to objectify,

I’d disturb the seed I’d sewn.

Still I’m here to feel,

How love can destroy men,

Crushed from life’s adventures new,

I may never rise again!

Or so I thought!

And so I thought!

Or so I thought!

Maybe I was absent or listening too fast.

Maybe I was absent or listening too fast.

Days are coming

And days are floating away,

But it’s the evening

That cools my hopes,

And the evenings sit

Silent and empty once more.

There you were

Like a mirage on the horizon,

And so full of life

Amplifying my spirits,

Sharing the dream

Of what companionship means.

Then the confusions,

What did your message mean?

Had I lost incentive,

In the echoes roaming bye,

Between the mistrust

Or the accusatory squinting eye?

Oh my days

Became a time of reckoning,

Jump the broomstick

Or let the temptations come,

You said you’d seen

But was that just a lie?

Despite good intentions

An overwhelming sense of panic,

Filling my mind again

Like so many times gone bye,

The payment of isolation

Bringing sadness to make me cry.

All my life

I’d looked for the reasons,

To feel much more alive

Found in a desperate storm,

Relieved from the folly

Of simply following the norm’.

Had you reasoned,

How my mind would encounter you?

Was it my spirit

Being the fool of this nation,

Attached in high regard

Abandoned,

The tired abomination?

If you’d have only,

Said what was in your heart,

The days lost

Where translation fell and withered

Would have been frozen,

Only whilst we dithered.

Escape from remorse

Nothing could reassure me today,

All the saddest silence

Guilded by some unseen fear,

As my message, lost

Upon the tenderness, upon your ear.

Had I never understood

The sound of peace and blessings?

You were my adored

But I could not tell you so,

Haunted by a ghost of silence

That will never let me go.

In the finale,

What is done won’t be undone,

I’ve done my level best

And won’t hold on to the past,

Maybe I was absent,

Or I’d been listening too fast!