The day after the night before

I walk the walk,
Of a thousand dead,
Feeling nothing,
As I leave my bed.

Outside my window,
Is dark and dismal,
I think I’ll stay,
And hug my pillow.

My soul is light,
And ready to lead,
My body unwilling,
To do the deed.

As I walk the walk,
Of a thousand dead,
It takes me back,
Straight back to bed.


Valentine of course

I’ll stay at home,
This time of year,
Fawning couples,
Singles in tears.

The restaurant’s,
Decked out in hearts,
For beautiful people,
And us old farts.

Popped in we did,
For a tasty morsel,
The d├ęcor gaudy,
The music awful,

Couples pretending,
They are in love,
Looking for cupid,
From up above.

I’ll stay at home,
Next Valentine,
Don’t need a day,
To say “you’re mine”

Just another day,
On life’s love journey,
You are the one,
That I want with me.

Love of course

It’s definitely an obstacle,
A preposterous atrocity,
An absolute abomination,
This feeling they call love.

It’s an interfering pain,
A melancholy delight,
A mind altering administration,
It really must be love,

Heart wrenching,
Stopping, if not breaking,
Controlling our emotions,
It has to be said, it’s love.

Reciprocated feelings,
Help to ease the alterations,
The calming of the heart,
When someone’s in love with you.

Leaving home

Close to where,
I once called home,
Fields and woods,
I could always roam,

Long windy roads,
That led somewhere,
Out from the village,
I didn’t care.

Longing to travel,
I packed my case,
Got on my way,
My dreams to chase.

I left behind,
My friends and foes,
Sure in my mind,
It was time to go.

Made my way,
For many years,
Through laughter, love,
And sometimes tears.

Sometimes I visit,
The place that I called home,
But this wayward spirit,
Was meant to roam.

Long windy roads,
Leaving behind,
Along the highways,
Something to find.

A home that I,
Could call my place,
No more to travel,
No more to chase.

Can we afford the intimacy

Can we afford the intimacy,
That time affords,
That propriety has thrown,
Into the wind.
The time spent wandering,
Within ourselves,
Within the temple,
Of self acknowledgement.

Can we afford to be reserved,
To be open or unsure,
To look within,
Discard the outside world,
It’s wonder and it’s passion.

Take care the intimacy,
Of self care,
That it does not become,
A selfish pursuit of will,
And pride,
Of worldly goods,
Disregarding others,
From our thoughts.

The time afforded,
Is worth,
Self acknowledgement,
Tempered with respect,
Care and passion,
For the world.
For the reflection,
And love of others.

Letting go of Worldly ways

Through the emptiness that is a void,
Through the unknown Universe,
Within my mind I float alone,
In my thoughts I can immerse.

Through clusters of the stars we see,
From our bedroom windows late at night,
I can travel anywhere,
Out far from Earthly sight.

The silence and the calm space about,
The peace I find in meditation,
I wander through the vacuum of the Galaxy,
With little expectation.

The secret of my calm demeanour,
Is my time spent in deep contemplation,
Letting go of Worldly ways,
And all of life’s frustration.

Calm down it’s only life

Calm down, it’s only life,
Everyone’s got to go through it,
The ups and downs of experience,
The lows and “let’s get to it’s”.

The waves of indecision,
The apathy of “I dunno!”
The marked responsibility,
The lessons by which we grow.

The walls that block our path,
The crossroads that we reach,
The stopping for a moment,
The barriers that we breach.

It’s only life that moves us,
Along the road to discovery,
So live it to the full,
Be what you want to be.