People have problems

People have problems

and the problems have people.

We grow hope but it’s up the church steeple.

I want to talk about mine but no one listens

they are arguing and talking loudly missing

the point

all my words are disjointed

why should yours take preference let’s talk about mine

see mine are more pressing so let’s not whine about yours

for let’s face it you don’t want hear what’s bottled up in my daily dose of fears

you’ve all got your problems

can I turn into a sad little shadow

haunting a corner of a solitary room

there’s no room for me in your gloom

And tombs aren’t the sought of place

for the daily rat race

so shout the loudest

be proud of your problems

let me be an agony aunt

for you when it’s my turn you won’t or can’t…

listen…

In your own words 

You are a universe contained in a body
You are a theory 
A thought

All you taught yourself 

All you’ve written and said 

That day you conquered your fear

The tear trickling off your chin

The skin and bone that held together 

and yet the words that stayed with a friend

That picked them up off the floor in the end

You are a star in galaxy orbiting 

A place inside my heart

The key to memories hidden from view

A hundred thousand moving pictures 

The inspiration around a story

Your story begins 

In a twinkle of smile that caught your fathers glance

The closeness of bodies that danced 

wild and free 

You are everything to me and more

and yet you think you are small

Stand tall my friend…