Her gardner’s hands

Time may pick her locks

moths eat her frocks

and her splendid looks may fade

but she will still hold my heart

like the spark of her voice

hangs like an echo in the Everglades

in Elysium fields her flowers grow

Only the roses know

the gardeners hands

we nurture the voice we want to hear

even if it is the one we fear

we grow all of what we know

I loved her so

but I was fearful of losing

the ghost of her out of my head.

For if I lose her voices dulcet tone

I will be truly left alone…

Centrefold

Are you as warm and inviting as your picture?

your eyes inciting, emotion

yet a photo is cold to touch

as offers so little, not as much

as a warm hand

and a offer to understand.

You demand attention

with your style and made up grace

But i long to touch a real face

and place my lips on hers

but am not sure

that you’d like me if we met

chances are you and I would regret

see life and love are built on tender moments of time

spent drifting into conversation

not living in frustration

of meeting a lingerie clad model

life is not that kind of movie

But feel free to prove me wrong

with a character to match those looks

maybe I should just keep my head in my books

what could I offer you

but my dreams and poetry all the while

after all I struggle for style and grace

and where your face is pretty

I am ugly and with a worn out smile.

My guide

My guide

I know you won’t believe me.

I know you probably won’t see things from my point of view

I know your heart is beating faster than freight train

but I am you.

As the universe divides and fragments

I can see things that were meant and never meant

that were and never were

in your eyes,

the dreaming of starry skies

the Sunday morning rainbows

the sun that glows

the words permeating your story’s pages with ink

the way we sunk and sink

into grasping the everlasting

you by no means are not a failure

you are the sea the ship I sail on and yeah

I know it’s a sea of salty tears

blown by the winds of love and overblown fears

but you are my guide

a force I cannot hide

as I take my strides

you are my power of three

and my truth I long to see.

Petals

The petals which open

the heart awoken

then begin to decay

the love is the same love

as I had first

leaves me cursed

and yet singularly its all I have

a smash and grab

god singular

going for the jugular

a vampire

who’s name has no meaning

blood wine

and bread flesh

can’t contain

the rain that falls

Or the sun that shines

but from your diamond tears

I form mine.

All we needed was love

You ask the devil why she can’t save the world

the silence is wounding.

It betrays

slays the meaning,

driven home.

Is god into much of a coma

to answer from his throne?

Alexandria defender of man

The woman who said she was the devil

Who won’t reveal her pain

Only the scars on her wrist

All you needed to save the world was love

Like the scars told me.

Affirmation for growth

If you give me love

I will give you friendship

if you give me respect

I will be your mirror

if you forgive my faults

I will catapult my soul towards you

if you treat me with compassion

I will fight for you

If you trust me I will grasp your hand

and I will understand

if you give me your time

I will reveal my secrets

if your kindness reaches my heart

I will repay with honesty

all the luck penny’s you wished

when flicking them down the well.