People don't know

You wouldn't see in the people I know,
the things I see in them.
And they'd never see, through my eyes,
the things I see in you.
My hope is,
that sometime after you meet,
I am deaf
to the silent conversation between you.

A sense of belonging

You say the summers are too hot.
and the Winters too cold.
You say the rain is too wet,
and the sand far too dry.
I'm left wondering,
if you belong here at all?

Journey

How often it is,
that the questioner,
drawn away from home in search of her answer,
finds it was present all along.

Thou the point should be made,
that without the journey,
the answer would remain undiscovered
And the question would lead to destruction.

Walk

Is there such a thing as a wasted match?
Is an egg not created to one day hatch?
Do not be disheartened if you do not use,
the full length of your life's fuse.

That’s not to say,
not to strive,
you won one race and thus your alive.
Enough "what ifs" and regretful talk,
just look forward,
and walk your walk.

I am not my name

What came first
the name or the definition?
I know in the case of me,
I was named before I could be described.
In such an order, is it possible my definition could no longer bear to be in the presence of my name.
and if so,
What significance does a name hold?
Simply a point of referral between two searching souls?
A common identifier?
Or can a name hold more?
Mean more?
I am not my name.
Thus i am undefined.

Resembling a candles flame

I have found god upon the path I walk.
Like everyone can say.
God did not fit a definition or object I had held or heard.
God took something I already knew, transforming it into something unarticulatable, something resembling a candles flame.

Be what you wish to see.

The irony remains that we imprisoned by our own search for freedom.
Your eyes nor your hands will ever hold what you seek.
Perhaps the key is to be what you are spending your life searching for.

Be like a simile.

Be like fire.
With your love.
The expansion and spread of your love,
Does not require the thinning out and spreading of what you have.
Love grows like life,
like fire.
The source remains, regardless of the distance it spreads.
Like a garden of roses.
A candles flame could turn the world to ash.
A lovers love could pre-write history.

Authors note

Sitting here, one hand molded to a pen, the other kept warm by a cup of English Break fast, no milk, no sugar. Reading of writers drinking scotch and whiskey and smoking cigars before 10am, and left wondering if I really fit the mould of a controversial, thought inspiring writer.

Feeling fictional

How many love songs
must one write
before they can be the character
in someone else tale

How many times
must my melted heart be reshaped
Before it can burn bright
with my true lovers fire

Bored of being
the fictional character
of my own dreams
and imagined happy endings

Tired of needing
an eraser
every-time i think
I'm drawing the last line

God
i know your busy
but i've got to be near
the front of the queue now.

you gave Tim and Nim a baby boy
and freed that crook from jail
all i i'm asking is for
someone who will look into my eyes and say "i do"

And I'm told if i dig deep enough
inside myself
i'l find the gold
someone else is looking for.

So don't forget me world!
i'm locking the doors,
i plan on finding in the dark
something worth loving.

Cause i'm scared that i am down
to the last match in my box
and the graveyard of burnt wicks
brings nothing but hopelessness.

upon returning i will dance
through the wildest storms
in search of one who desires
the gold that i hold.

We are the viking love story of our 21st century OR sexy little skirt OR a viking never forgets how to pillage.

I see you waltz into the room

leaving none left for me to breathe

we have never met

and i am begging you to never leave.

You and your sexy little skirt

dancing round the room

dancing round my mind

the only truth that i hope you'll find is

We are the viking love story of our 21st century

We've grown out of our amour and village

But when called to fight

A viking never forgets how to pillage!

We will run from hill to hill

roaring our victory

over the loveless world

we've found ourselves in.

Around the world with you i'l spin

your sexy little skirt so thin

me in my boots with a belt

a freedom we've never felt

The world we've seen

will become the world thats been

laying slain beneath our sword

leaving room for a world of lovers!

A world of fathers and mothers,

sisters and brothers

a world with a history book 1 page long

"love conquered all"

" victory was in the fall."

and all that remained was

the viking love story

of the 21st century

The adam and eve of a new world

Around the dance floor we swirled

Put our swords to rest for the day

and made love all night in the hay

You will leave my room before japans rising sun

Forever in search of you i will run..

So please wont you come and talk to me

sexy little skirt,

the sand is running low

come take off my shirt.