?

Is this just the hot blood of youth,

or is this something more?

Am I just going through the motions,

A slave to the adolescent law?

Or do the strings of my heart

resound in a deeper tone?

What more could reality hold?

Could more truth ever be shown?

And if the strings of my heart,

bore testiment to the love you provoke

untouched they'd play melodies like the yellow of a yolk-

vibrant, fierce and vivid- impossible to ignore,

yet beautiful, fragile and tender-

my heart upon a score.

But when love's unreturned,

it's as if a string is broken,

so love me, hold me, mend me,

and receive this frail heart's token.

Wilde Thoughts

I want to be able to dominate,

the thoughts that enter my head,

so they can't invade and take over,

as soon as I crawl into bed.

The idea that one can put an end

to being sorrowful, sad and blue,

as easily as inventing a pleasure,

is a wilde thought but true.

so if I manage to life this burden,

that I carry through this life,

my slumber will be undisturbed,

because your face won't cause me strife

so eyes up and palms down,

at the beginning of each new day,

I'll be the ruler of my kingdom

and Sin won't have the last say.

Time will pass and you'll become indifferent to the grief,

the dagger that once caused so much pain will be stored away in its sheath.

There it will remain unnoticed

somewhere beneath your cloak,

but just like a dying fire,

it will rage once more when stoked.

and with this sword by your side

you'll be always on your guard,

like a reminder of the pain,

a remnant of broken glass.

it only takes a match,

to start a flickering flame,

Just like a small seed of hope,

can consume you and render you lame.

And fires are easily started,

and can catch you unawares,

much harder to extinguish,

one of love's hidden snares.

Winter 09

I trod along the whitened path,

rejoicing in the snow.

'Tis perhaps the finest day

London will ever know.

All the clocks have ceased their chiming,

just for this one day,

for Time can have his fancy,

tomorrow not today.

The external forces of nature,

will always conquer all,

to remind us that we're human

and it's not us who should rule.

It's the Lord's way of saying,

that we are each a foal,

and we are still His children

and it's Him who's in control.

but we all still try to cling to

the remaining shreds of power

and plough on through the day

and keep on building our tower

So the next time it starts snowing,

abandon your high- powered job-

your Lexus, your Lamborghini,

and praise Him for He is God.

Time is a healer and time is a thief,

It will rob you blind but it will heal your grief,

And though I'm young I feel a shiver of fear,

Every time I feel night drawing near.

But hold me close and hold me tight

And in this dark there'll be a shimmer of light.

Because I know a way time I can kill,

with your arms wrapped around me all clocks would stand still.

And there we'd be, silently at peace

and as our fingers entwine

all thoughts would cease.

And worries about the fading of youth

would begin to unwind,

begin to come loose.

The church's chiming bells would be transformed

as love, like day has finally dawned.

Please don't let me be like the Princess of Cleves,

trapped inside her mind while her heart slowly bleeds.

So i'll meet you in the night- time where my sorrow you can't see,

and then maybe at loves' threshold there approaching you will be

I know that what I need is some time without your face

To wipe form my mind every track and every trace.

And when the storm is over I will throw away this crutch,

Crippled no longer by the absence of your touch,

And my heart will start to feel again after being dead,

and will longer at the absence of words said.

But i'll forever echo those words within my heart,

that look to the end as well as the start

And even in my darkest hour i shall never lose the hope

That one day when I shiver, you'll shield me with your coat.

'So I'll love you dear i'll love you 'til Africa and China meet

And the river jumps over the mountain,

And the Salmon sing in the street.'

I'll be the piano and you'll be the drums,

you'll keep the beat while the melody runs

my childish games will vanish into air,

whilst my mind warns of love's hidden lair

but it will be too late,

my heart will be lost

pain- love's ransom,

death- the cost.

But I'll continue to love you, until my dying day,

so the Devil and his demons will never have their way,

and the hounds of time will lose their grip,

for no longer i will I fear Time passing quick.

So free my heart from the chains that surround,

make it free to leap and free to bound

because nothing imprisons like love unrequited,

so kiss me and all wrong will be righted.

Zip up my dress and I'll tie your bow- tie

Together in harmony

until the day we die

The silence of love shall end with a kiss,

and all other worries your arms shall dismiss

Better together, you're the tonic to my gin,

our love with last and never wear thin.

I'll be waiting until it's time,

when she'll have faded and lost her shine

And when she takes flights I'll swoop in like a dove,

It's not like she believes in everlasting love.

Yet does love meet you right where you are?

Or if you don't search will it remain afar?

I'll have patience if that's what I need,

sit, wait and wish, that you'll someday take the lead

Here is my 1st officially blogged poem!

You are my high- heeled shoes, you are my ballet pumps,

You are my converse trainers for when I'm down in the dumps,

You are my marmite on toast, you are my bagel cream cheese,

You are my foie gras terrine, only if I say please,

You're my park bench in the springtime, you're my angel in the snow,

You're that tempting pile of leaves, you're the smell of grass mown,

You're my thermals in the winter, you're my kitkat at break,

No one could ever compare, they all pale in your wake.

You're my cola when I'm thirsty, my raybans when it's sunny,

and I could stick to you, like butter sticks to honey,

You're the wiggins on my oboe, the notes upon a score,

If I were Obelix, then you would be my wild boar,

You're the wrapping that is better than the present itself,

You are better than diamonds, and all of human wealth,

You're the fiver in m pocket I'd fogotten all about,

You're the sneeze that had been coming but could never come out.

You are being pretty sullen when it's so much more fun,

You are that brilliant comment that leaves everybody stunned,

You're the bullseye on the target, you're the key to the vault,

You are winning the point as the opponent double faults,

You're the box sets in my tv, you're my apple mac,

You are my stripey t- shirt, there is nothing that you lack,

You're my N64, you are my Mario Kart,

You're the smell of Branston Pickles, you are the light in the dark.

You are the film I could watch over again and again,

and I could be the Barbie to your Ken,

You are driving really fast, you're that parcel in the post,

You are the butterflies in my stomach and the lump in my throat.

You are muddy getting, up dressing, play dough eating, den making,

facebook stalking, Catherine Al, and day trips to the sea.

You are all the cliches that are there because they're true,

The cold side of a pillow and the smell of morning dew.

And I will always, always love you.