Your Angel

they said she would hold your heart

in the deepest darkest part of her soul

her love for you burning like a curse out of control

but they lied or was it fate

because love is hate

war is peace

and you are still free

but dumb in this land of the glum

A setting sun wanting to be her equal

by the quill you write with

you fight with

you love her with respect

does she respect you?

for you were her favourite

where you depraved right?

To turn and walk and away

when she seeks other men to kiss on her pillow

you are just a weeping willow

she cries on

a somber song she lives on

But when is all said and done

you fight for her when the worlds unfair and wrong

you are her strength

the love given that makes her strong

and when she finally sees

the forest from the trees

will you guide her

keep her stride

for you and her make world collide.

The language of love

Is it hidden?

This body language

which rides up

the hem of skirts and trousers

Is it a smile that stokes the fire

like a poker

is it the emotion of being a joker

a fear of being alone in the dark

no spark to light your way

Is it truth?

or is it fiction?

is it an addiction?

or is it in the scent

of pheromones or the way you gently moan

when you are touched that way?

like alley cats

we spit, bite and snarl

but all the while

we need the language of love

and it speaks through everything we say

but in mystery is still shrouded to this day.

This Love

This love is hard like a crystal

soft like I kissed you

the drop of dew on a rose

I love you more than I supposed

your eyes hold a religion

a candle in the dark

the spark which burns light.

your speech is familiar a voice that speaks

tears fall from eyes down my cheeks

but I want to hold you like gravity

and love you more than avidly

you are my truth

my story which will never be ordinary

you sends shivers down my spine

every time we meet

you are divine

and I can’t retreat

from our divide

Which is a singularity like a soul

which when it rises it burns out of control.

These are the days

There are days when we toy with innocence

there are days when wear despair as our clothes

days when we truly open our eyes

days when we want to keep them closed.

Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts

and there are days when that pain departs.

Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake

and days when we feel so far away from that love

that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.

Days when we pretend to be free

and days when we really do hold the key

to doors unopened before.

Days when we feel we can take on the world

and days where we hide in the corner.

Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna

when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose

and see a new religion being formed

a new baby being born.

Days change what we think and who we are

days where we travel near and days we travel far

drink in the moments and savour the day

because its drifting away

and its all we have!

There is no vending machine for love

You cannot find a vending machine for love

you cannot pretend it’s real love

My heart is on fire

is it a liar?

is all love is smoke and mirrors

if so can I forgive her

I check my change

you are everything I desire

my hearts ablaze

but is this only a phase?

love maybe a chase

but not a vending machine case

I haven’t the money to give

to choose the love I need to live

you are a beautiful woman

but I will never have you or own your soul

at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control

I can put my money into the machine

but I will never be your dream.

You are darkness

You are darkness

but there are stars shining in that darkness

the night gives the stars room to shine

and heaven is a heart that mines

all the diamonds in the sky

for us when we die

you cannot have the light without the dark

you cannot have light without a spark

which illuminates the dense darkness of night

we gravitate towards the light

we need it’s warmth like a beacon

otherwise we weaken

but the dark is place of growth also

and we grow in the dark towards the light.

The ripple effect

Even if you one kind thing to one person today

It will brighten their day

we go out searching for massive change

Don’t forget that kind act, rearrange your mind do that one kind action

don’t lose your heart

you mean the world to that one person

or two

may people be inspired by the poetry of what you do

the act of kindness inspired by you.