All entries for December 2004

December 21, 2004

A few more poems …...

Emotional Experience

In between,
He sat at the edge of the room, trying to show the way.
Talk was scarce, though much needed,
Lots had to be said.
Prompting from the pit, his love lighting the room
As two hearts split asunder.
Friends, dear to him, in turmoil.
Emotions suffocating the air.
He'd seen the despair in their faces,
The pain, cutting so deep.
Both on the edge of insanity.
To help them, he had to try.
At last they were talking, unfortunately far too late.
His help no longer useful,
Time now, only for fate.
Drained and alone, he left the fiery fray.
Dazed, confused, he returned to normality.
He'd tried so very hard.
Time was the healer, for those friends at least.
But for the other, the hurting has never ceased.
Destined to feel the pain of others
Losing faith in those they love.
Helping, quiet, peaceful, gentle,
The solitary, solo, white dove.

Entire Moments In Lost Youth

Entertaining for the soul,
Music in your veins,
Intelligent and feeling,
Living through the pains,
You remind me.

Enigmatic and engaging,
Moments make the years,
Inside those effervescent eyes,
Lie many hidden tears,
You reflect me.

Experience in waiting,
Muse to the mind,
Inspiration for starlight,
Listening with heart so kind,
You reveal me.

Each silent step taken,
Marks the satin soul,
Inside hidden depths,
Listen, feel, know,
You reach me.

Entire Moments In Lost Youth


Feelings, like clouds; ever changing
Drift and swirl in a myriad of patterns.
No boundaries or fences,
Shaped only by the hand of thought.
Actions driven only by imagination,
As substantial as dreams, ruled only by emotion.
Clutching at the wisps of reality,
Feelings flow out and disperse.
Shadowy shapes in the landscape of the mind,
Watching angels and devils, gods of the soul.
They shape all the movements,
All the decisions made.
Never to be seen, often mistaken,
Folding the flow of life.
Feelings are the music of the mind, the poetry of the soul,
Shaping all who take time to listen.
Feeling waves lap at the beaches of the mind,
The island of our thoughts.
A timeless motion of dreaming bathed in their purity,
Feelings: emotional insecurity.

December 10, 2004

Poetic mixed bag

Colours of the Mind

In the purple haze of relaxation
Slow down, time to think.
Plans are drawn in pencil,
Memories writ in ink.

Floating on the sea of splendour,
Dreaming fills the mind.
Seeking, I know the answers,
It's the questions I must find.

Marooned on reality's green island,
In blue oceans filled with doubt.
Surf the orange wave to heaven,
Wash the dark unhappiness out.

Yellow skies of care and love,
Surround this pleasant land.
Indigo violets splash colour,
Across the flowing sand.

The rainbow high within the sky,
Displays, for all to see,
Hidden depths within the mind,
Colours and luminosity.

Coming down

Sitting staring at the sky
Watching the moon and stars go by.
Reliving the hurt all over again,
Trying to reason out the pain

An angel looking back at me.

Thinking over time long past,
Living a life way too fast.
Aching like never before,
In need of love to reassure.

An angel looking back at me.

Reflection of opaque simplicity,
Driven into the deep duplicity.
Heavenward facing through despair,
Which of two, only one will care.

An angel looking back at me._

Criticism Culture

Criticism culture, negative way,
Not good enough, nothing to say.
Feelings ignored, always the same,
Falling downward, driven insane.
Unhappiness, uncertainty, oblivion doom,
No achievement, life of gloom.
Feeling needed, a life of care.
Happiness, knowledge, wanting to share,
Looking forward, everything to see.
Considerate opinion, something to be,
Positive attitude, listened to view.
Praise culture, giving value,

Praise Culture

December 02, 2004

Beautiful eyes on a clear and cloudless night

Just a few more poems

Beautiful Eyes

Trying to picture the face
But nothing will appear
Except those beautiful eyes.
Their brilliance, their colour
The light they provide
Deep in those beautiful eyes

I see all my inanity
My thoughtless anonymity
Reflected in the beautiful eyes

The gaze so intense, full of feeling
Smiling eyes providing healing
I fall into those beautiful eyes

Dreams and wishes forged
On an anvil of hesitation
Stolen glances, lingered looks,
Shattered signals of anticipation

I fall, unresistingly
I fall, unrealistically
I fall unrelentingly
Into those beautiful eyes.

Clear and Cloudless Night

The cloudless cloak
And stars so bright,
Silvery moon, subdued light
Remind me of you.

The shadows of trees,
The depths of blue,
Cold air, shivering too,
Thinking of you.

Starry eyes forever changed,
Memories to last forever.
Quiet calm, never forgotten,
I will always remember.

The nights that remind me,
Cloudless skies will find me,
Lost in memories of you.

Art of Deception

Behind the words and action
Lays a man you'll never see.
Hidden by the tangled web
That traps both heart and mind.
His thoughts remain invisible
In the blindness of your love
Feeding you with half-truths,
Corralled by innocence.
His smiling happy countenance
Keeps your doubts at bay.
You tell him that you know him
He laughs your fears away.
Alibis abound for those late nights
When you lay awake in bed.
His professions and his demeanour
Takes away your dread.
Behind it all he runs around,
With friends becoming lovers.
A guiltless soul of excuses,
Never to be discovered.
The art of deception, known only by his kind.
He'll break your heart, tear your soul,
Then he'll twist your mind.
Alone, bereft, they told you so.
You could not believe.
He smothered you within the web,
Never let you breathe.
He stole your life, and fed upon its blood,
All the while you said you understood.
Why he had to work so late, why he needed space.
The art of deception, now scars upon your face.

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