Touched

My world it turned to fog

I didn’t want the detail crowding in

And so I blanked it out

Specifics aren’t where I wish to begin

I’m crawling back to life

I cannot stay in limbo ever more

But not yet standing up

I wonder if I’ll ever leave the floor

And you who put me here

So proud of all that you have done for me

But I forgive you now

Your hatred cannot stop me if I’m free

You think that I am weak

Refuse to play your petty little game

But you can’t touch me now

For I am here and I have found my name

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Being

In being only his I am myself

Not sharing makes this specialty unique

I saw a man and stepped down from shelf

He answers all the questions that I seek

In being only him he is divine

Simplicity and strength within his smile

Imperfect yet we fit when we combine

I want this to continue for a while

In being only what we’re born to be

We bring such happiness upon our heads

And others disapprove or disagree

But why are they concerned about our beds

In being only human we’re the same

And love is not a source of guilt and shame

Painted

Alone in pearly grey so Garbo chic

Yet you anticipate my every thought

Insidious how you into me seep

But in your foolish games I won’t be caught

Without a word my star that shines ahead

How black and white has cast you in the shade

Your garish technicolour hues are spread

But man or mouse your plans are not well laid

And you will be the people’s choice no doubt

So populist but not what I prefer

You’re zooming in while I have faded out

So many things you are but not demure

Not jaded my depart from tinsel town

The queen is dead all hail the painted clown

Not

Wanting you not wanting me

Perverse

Being had not having you

Was worse

Longing for the absence of

A touch

Finding what I wanted was

Too much

Dwelling in a place I don’t

Belong

Sleeping by your side it felt

So wrong

Waking far from you I was

Alone

Asking you to never take

Me home

Loving hating you is where

We are

Wallowing in sorrow how

Bizarre

Dead or Alive

What did you find in the bottom of the bottle
How many demons to release
Poured you a drink and then poured for you another
One way to get a little peace
What did you want when you told me you were leaving
I watched you falling out the door
Did you believe I would lose myself in grieving
I felt like I'd been through the war
You're so unkind on the days that you are drinking
How many days are in a week
Alcohol won but the friend got lost I'm thinking
Help wasn't something you would seek
Everyone knows never trust an alcoholic
They only want another glass
Hatred you'd spew after being melancholic
Thank you I will not kiss your arse
Nothing is found in the bottom of the bottle
Saving the pain on which your heartache seems thrive
Drinking is one way to numb the pain of hurting
Dead drunk but feel you're still alive

Conscious Beam

So many are not happy with their lot
This life on darkened roads you did not choose
Bemoaning everything that you are not
Will drive you a place where you will lose
Its good to make some changes, take control
Just look within and if by chance you find
That you are not too happy with your soul
Then search until your psyche's realigned
For what you seek is concrete, not a dream
It lives within if you decide to see
So make your inner eye a conscious beam
A torch along the path to who you'll be
And don't give up when frightened and alone
The light of love you shine will guide you home

Pulse

Stop to feel a heartbeat
Everything is fine
Life is ticking over
In the hands of time
Moments lost in chaos
Wonderful release
After seek reflection
Time to make some peace
Life it should be balanced
Up and sometimes down
Swing or roundabout as
Merry we go round
Future's never certain
Yesterday is gone
Feel the rhythm pulsing
Moving you along