Two As One

Two As One  

I bumped into an angel

She thanked me for the smile

Then told me no ones noticed her

In quite a long long while

She said she'd lost her halo

And her wings had failed to fly

Her eyes filled with the tears of life 

No angel dared to cry

Then as my soul it drifted 

She held me in her arms

Then showed our lives connected

In the lines within our palms

Her halo reappeared 

And in her wings we took to flight

Once again united

Two as one towards the light

Time of Death

Time of Death 

Every moment in life leads towards your own end

The watch on your wrist even hinted a time

Your countdown did start on the moment of birth

Death patiently waits before committing the crime

The hands of time on their monotonous course

Rotate slowly around in their journey of fate

When the hour, the minute, the second arrives

The things you had planned... You planned too late!

As the nail now strikes and it stops all the hands

Abruptly they come to a grinding halt

As death now crawls out of its hiding place

To attack with its destined assault 

Times Alone

Times Alone 

I have found myself in times alone

And in times alone... I have found myself

Those moments tranquil beauty bound

An inner spirit I have found

I've searched beneath the very skin

To acquaint myself with who's within

Accepting that I'm who I am...

And I'm not a perfect man

New Life

New Life  

I have lived too long...

I've witnessed all in life that's wrong

I've learnt about the spoils of man

And tried to alter every plan

But in the heart of man lies hate

That rises to his destined fate

A blackened soul must face its sins

Before new life begins

And like a flower that bends and breaks

An inner healing then awakes

The kindest soul can then retry...

And does not have to die

As on a choice new life depends

A choice where good can make amends

By taking someone by the hand

To help them understand

A New Day

A New Day (For Uncle Peter With Love. R.I.P) by Ian Duquemin 

On the day he died it was a normal day

Nothing unusual, no clouds of grey

The sun did shine in a bright blue sky

The birds on thermals were lifted high 

Flowers swayed gently in the delicate breeze

Dancing to songs of the visiting bees

Waves applauded loudly as they rolled to the sand

Saluting a lifetime so perfectly planned

A day of beauty... A day so bright

A day filled with sunshine and heavenly light

A day that was chosen by the god in his heart

A day not of ending... But a new day to start

Mr. Peter Bale - 16.04.14

Forever There

Forever There

I'd prayed that you might come to me...

You came and changed my destiny

I'd asked that you might show me love...

You shone like angels from above

I'd said I needed tenderness...

You gave to me with nothing less

I'd pleaded that you'd rescue me...

You gave your lives to set mine free

I'd promised not to let you go...

I never did... And you should know

That in my heart you'll always stay

You comfort me each night and day

 (For Lillian and Peter Bale) 

2.45am - Wonderland

2.45am - Wonderland

In the silent hours...
Sleep eludes me
I hitchhike from dream to dream
Transported by the deepest of thoughts
Yet no matter the journey i've taken...
My destination stays always the same
This Under-sized bed which I lay...
In the cocoon of darkness surrounding me
A clock ticks insanely, it's volume increased
Tick tok tick tok tick tick tok
Im sure that I heard a missing tok... Like an irregular heartbeat
Tick tok tick tok tick tok tick
Maybe I was mistaken
"Why am I listening anyway?"
My mind now deeply in wonderland
A crazy place full of useless thoughts
Where sleep shall never be taken...
As confusion within is chaotic
A purge of nonsense overflows
Like the clear out of any old attic
I escape through a hole whilst I'm counting
One sheep...  Two sheep... Three sheep... Me
I find myself in my tiny bed
And use "my method" of avoiding this place
A visualised flame that must never go out
Only snuffed by ridiculous thinking
Distraction is cruel as I start to drift
I stick out my thumb to the dreaming place
Where I'm escorted by the flickering flame
With the ghosts that are walking beside me... Tick tok tick tok tick tick tok
I heard it again... I am sure this time
"Did one of them trip?"
Tick tok tick tok tick tok tick tok tick
"Maybe it was my journeys end"
As I wake once again in my wonderland...
In darkness just as dense as before
My mind now counting every tick, every tok
Along with the sheep that leap on each
Carefully listening for the missing tok
Or for one of the sheep that may crash and fall
Sleep eludes me... Sheep confuse me
Then I fall back into my rabbit hole
Whilst tumbling towards the blinding light
Tick tok tick tok tick tick tok...
Beep beep beep beep beep

When Day Returns To Night

When Day Returns To Night

You might find me in a dream
You may even catch a smile
Within your lovely walls...
Could I stay awhile?
Guide me if you please
Shine a candle bright
Lead me from the darker days
Like a moth toward your light
Sing if you can...
Let your voice be heard
Then fly into my soul...
My little bird
Soar through my thoughts
Colour all you can
Share precious dreams with me
Me... The lucky man
Fill me while you're here
With everything that's right
So I might breathe again
When day returns to night

The Poetry Clique

The Poetry Clique 

Pretentious nonsense

Vacant words

"Does it work un-rhyming?"

How absurd!

What makes a poem...

Is turmoil of the mind

Where words become more visualised 

Even to the blind

How should poetry be written?

Does that question really matter?

If it does... Then sip your tea

As you are madder than a hatter

If you see yourself superior 

When your words are... Forced to fit

Remember me within your rhymes

As I think you're full of... Tea

The Victim

The Victim 

She sat in a bath that was filling with tears

She cried for the loss of more happier years

Here... She was nothing in this cold hurtful world

Just a filthy... broken... lost little girl

She hated the man that had left her like this

She licked at her lips and could still taste his kiss

The water would not wash his odour away

She had sat here and scrubbed through the hours of a day

But he crawled on her now, like he was there on her skin

She could still smell his breath and the hatred within

The smile and the laugh of the scariest clown

Gave her the thoughts to submerge and to drown

The Hanging Tree

The Hanging Tree 

There once was a tree that would creak and groan

Had anyone listened they'd have heard it moan 

As this is the one that was cursed to be...

Chosen in past as the hanging tree

Many had swung from its strongest arm

A rope and a body... a grizzly charm

But when lightening struck and it finally fell

It's spirit was free of the spell