''Unlovable''

Are we unloved?
Maybe unlovable?
Do we crave what we could never have?
Still bitter from before?
Must we grow a spine,
Maybe she's turning left,
While we change our mind,
Simply blind.

Are we ruined by circumstance?
Maybe blessed by fate,
Some sun stopped us being glum,
Or did the rain cause us pain?
Maybe but we will never know what to do,
Even when we want to.

Single headed,
We would like to be joined at the hip,
Staring at the mirror,
Staring down to her lips,
Maybe she glanced,
While we looked the other way,
Perhaps we would have caught a glimpse yesterday.

''This Oh My!''

These are the seams,
Pushed away by disease,
This rambunkshess nature,
A heartbreak and jab,
The mortuary slab.

Expecting me to be profound,
I wish that I could,
I'd express the correct actions and sounds,
To help you be understood.

These horrific scenes,
Caused at an unexpected age,
Would draw you to your knees,
Bringing an unanticapated heartache,
Identify and cry,
A rolling boulder fell from your eye.

Arms wide open,
A shoulder to unwind,
Cautious of this feeling,
Pain and grief is better than nothing.

one of my humble poems is being published x

''Benefits Of Skipping''

This time its luminous,
Its been dark before,
So rarely believe my eyes,
Sprouting health,
Creeped in discreetly,
Replenishing vigor.

This well torn path,
Is no longer covered in glass,
Take off your shoes,
Its covered in grass.

The man above,
Wore blue today,
Filled up the skies with love,
And blew us all away.

Somesault on the senses,
New expectations,
Hand in hand,
Jumping over fences.

''Promises''

I've made mistakes,
But they're just simple pleasurses,
I like to drink,
To stop spitting feathers,
I've relived prayers,
In my own rendition,
We were promised miracles,
All we got were definitions.

In between heartbeats,
There are hills,
Hidden among the dour,
Are memories and thrills,
Self sacrifice in between hours,
Skipping through pitfalls,
Heres a quilt of promises,
Its all I have to give.

''There's A City Between Us''

Traffic dampens your days at work,
Protagonists don't question its worth,
Professionals give you the eye,
On the motorways playing eye spy,
Scientists seek out the truth,
By pointing at the sky.

What will we do,
When the signal dies,
Over the streetlights,
While we communicate,
There's a city between us,
And a million radio waves.

Spring cleaning todays surprise,
Reading another financiers demise,
A daughter a kiss and tell,
Dropping sterling into a wishing well,
Washing the ink off your hands,
For the cleanliness a visitor demands.

The satellites ring out,
In open space,
Above the blue skies,
But mostly the grey,
While the signal dies,
The windscreen fills with rain.

''Globetrotting Through The Andes''

Dress the garden out in tea lights,
Camouflage the nighttime,
Turn off the street lights,
Invite round all your friends.

Give me a mercedes from the eighties,
Black, Stretched and made for parties,
Like one from the munsters,
On a mountain out in Cyprus.

Wet wipes will come in handy,
Globetrotting through the Andes,
Met you in Manilla,
Kisses taste like vanilla.

Fill my face with pavemenent,
Just to make a statement,
Fill my lungs with just one breath,
Run until theres nothing left.

Running out a restaurant,
This one was the best one,
I thought we'd eat for free,
While we visit Napoli.