Shattered Image

Look at me
What do you see?
Not me I guess
Look deep and there I am
Buried beneath the mockery called man
Kind and gentle that’s me
Not macho and ego driven see
Sorry if this not what you want
But no one ever thought to ask me
Is this my life I see laid before me?
Or is it the life from which the world
Would have me live
Forced I am to live a lie
Trapped deep within
That is where I lie
Not on the outside
This is Why I am forced to keep up
This shattered illusion of man

In my heart you will always be

When I am alone, by myself
In a crowd, or at a PC
Down the street, or up a tree
Eating food, or watching TV
In the bath, working at my desk
In my heart you will always be

I’m upstairs, you’re downstairs
I’m doing this, you’re doing that
I love this, you love that
So much time apart
But never closer in spirit
In my heart you will always be

  Knowing you’re there
Knowing I’m here
Just a call away
Just down the hallway
As long as you’re there
In my heart you will always be

We share so much
A smile here, a tear there
Pain and suffering
Love and laughter
Everything and more
In my heart you will always be

  What I’m trying to say
Wherever you are
What ever you do
Wherever I am
What ever I do
In my heart you will always be

Power of the Heart

Nothing can match it
Not the tide or winds
The earth or skies
The power of the heart knows no bounds
Not time, not distance, or space
What power we hold
And rarely let it shine forth
To illuminate our lives
And the Souls of others
But this strength of heart pales
To the power of two hearts joined as one.

Dark Angel

Dark Angel, fallen from grace.
Hidden within the night.
Beauty not evil hides in lace.
Dejected from above
Because of beauty so great
Only compared to a fresh rose
As precious as a petal
Sharp as a thorn
Stunning just the same
Pure of heart
Right of mind
Just kicked out of Heaven
Door slammed behind

Fear is the Key.   28/07/04

I choose to live my life this way
They choose for me to live my life that way
I wish I could be as strong as them
Though they are not as strong as I
I wish I was as unique as I say
They make me blend as one of them
Am I to afraid to live as me?
Or will I always be one of them?
I don’t give a damn, so I say
So why so hurt when they point and jape?
Why wont you let me be me?
Why must I be one of you?
I don’t want to be normal
I just want to be me
So fear truly is the key.

Unwritten 24/1/05

I am a new book
No writing inside
I can make my self
Classic or despised
No one has the choice
Of how I will be typed
I can be bold or elegant
Beautiful of rough
This is my story
Of the greatest tale told
The story of my life
The one tale no one else can tell.

Deliciously Dark 24/1/05

Her touch is the night breeze
Her eyes see into eternity
Her lips the colour of the endless sky
Her dark hair entombs her face
Her skin as pale as the moonlight
She watches dark nights unfolds
Darkness is her life and soul
For darkness has a rare beauty
For through the darkness comes light
Cutting with love and tenderness

Selfish Love 24/1/05

She always wants more
Never happy with what she has,
She will never realise
To get what she wants,
She to will have to give
More than she can ever know,
Love will only come
Once you can love yourself,
She can’t love herself
Why should we love her to?
She wants perfection
Never understanding,
Never knowing, never seeing
Never risking her heart,
One day it may knock on her door
Though I fear that day will never come,
She needs to step back
Take a long look in her soul,
See what I see, a friend
Who laughs and smiles,
On the other side
Sometimes it seems she never smiles.
She will never be happy
Until she is happy in herself.

Memory 7/3/05

The gift you gave
When you lived,
Was a gift so true
It was the gift of love,
You didn’t need to say
Maybe we should have said it,
But it is in the past
It was yesterday,
I know in my heart
As you knew in yours,
Love is with us
And those we touch,
They may never know
But though them we exist,
Something we said
Will be something they said,
Never the credit we will get
But never credit did we give,
Heard it elsewhere we did
Through us someone else lives,
The memory of past
Is the memory today.

Alone 7/3/05

I stand in a room
I like everyone
They like me
Why am I so alone?
I see them over there
Yet I am still over here
They laugh and smile
So do I, the illusion of happiness
Being alone is one thing
As bad as it may feel
Being alone in a crowd
Is the worse feeling I know.