June 27, 2013

 

 

I love, therefore

I am alive.

I will still love

tomorrow when you

are gone from my side,

but I will mourn your loss,

and yet through despair,

somehow survive.

 

 

June 20, 2013

 

 

Come back to your homeland

and your friends, be among.

To remain imprisoned in this

crazy, self imposed exile, can

only be wrong.

Come back to New York

where you belong.

 

 

 

 

 

Footprints in the mud

Going nowhere fast

Bogged down in no mans land

and living in the past.

 

 

 

 

Little voice so hauntingly tender

Just letting me know you are near.

Begging for seeds, if you’re lucky, and

however long it takes, you do persevere.

 

Little voice to your tune I surrender

Here is the nourishment that you demand.

I pray for the day when nerves desert you

and you accept this meal from my hand.

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a deadline, when

she was running short on time,

and choices weren’t an option

and she’d lost a love sublime.

 

She came to the conclusion

that her life was now her own, with

friends submerged in parenthood

and others, she’d outgrown.

 

Once upon a deadline, she

got the urge to travel on, though

the love she knew she’d lost,

in her mind would linger on.

 

She came to the conclusion

as she trod a new stepping stone,

that no-one else could take his place

and the future she would face alone.

 

 

 

 

 

Here comes Moonhead,

so I guess it’s time I should leave.

He wants you in before midnight

and your Papa, you mustn’t deceive.

 

 

 

 

 

No Inland Revenue

hot on the trail.

No luxury yacht

waiting to sail.

No car to park

No flat tyre with a nail.

No designer shopping

No taxi to hail.

No dining out

eating curly kale.

No living up to

some holy grail.

 

 

 

 

 

The problem with

deleting heartache

is that it remains in the

memory’s hard drive.

 

 

 

 

It’s Friday again, the day we

would go to the market and

then onto lunch in a nearby

village.  You would play for

time and stretch the day out

as much as possible.

It broke my heart to watch

you walk up your path at the

end of the afternoon.

You could never understand

how I needed an hour to myself

before the family came flooding

back in through the door.

Come Monday, I knew the

first call of the day would be

from you, quite often saying

‘Get over here NOW, I haven’t

seen a bloody soul all weekend’.

 

What I’d give to be able to spend

a whole Friday with you now!

 

 

June 11, 2013

 

 

Free from stress

Free from pain

Yet sat here sobbing

in the pouring rain.

 

Free to express

Free,  strength to regain

Yet envying the robin

on the window pane.  

 

 

 

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