The Day I Wrote a Hopeful Poem

It happened on the worst day of my life
With disasters that shock me to the core
I was torn apart by pain, conflict, strife
I felt like I couldn’t take any more
Needing solution, I picked up a pen
And wrote down words on a piece of paper
Words of strength, conquest, hope to enlighten
Words to make my troubled soul feel better
I took these words to the world to show ‘em
They didn’t say it sucked, nor it was sappy
They felt comfort and joy with my poem
And I felt great making them all happy

On that day I fought my demons and won
And decided to tell all how it’s done


27th June 2005

Not Backing Down

Raise the alarm. Today it has begun
Move out of the way – its happening now
Look at this face – It’ll never ever bow
And I won’t stop until the battle’s won
A strong, pure human will won’t bring me down
I live on this earth and on it I’ll stay
Because victory shall be mine this day
I won’t chicken out. I’m standing my ground.
Grind on as the demons in my way fall
There’s no yesterday there’s no tomorrow
There’s only the now – So I’ll let them know
I can do anything and still stand tall

Forgetting the past and the pain therein
With the self-belief that I’m gonna win


26th June 2005

Death of a Bastard

So, who’s going to mourn me when I’m dead?
Who’ll come to plant flowers on my graveside?
No, they’d rather fling dirt on me instead.

The people with happy eyes and smiles wide
Pleased with the news that from life I’ve resigned
They come with words explosive as land mines

Persecutors who now sing of good times
The wrong-done who’ve come just to state their case
With stories of hate, anger and bad crimes

Meat-axes, who wanted to break my face
The apathy knowing I got what I should
Snobs who threw me from their exclusive place

But who’d talk about a man who was good?
As his many friends will no doubt attest?
And on how much he was misunderstood?

About he who tried his absolute best?
Even when no one saw what he could see?
About a great man who was viewed a pest?

A man who never walked on his knees?
A man who did good things as well as bad?
Who wasn’t as horrible as they plea?

But no one listens to the truth – how sad
And thus it is buried six feet under
As the sods rely on the view they had


8th June 2005

Only the good get assassinated

Please come back to Earth Mahatma Gandhi
We need your compassion and smiling face
We need your peaceful words quite urgently
You could put Bin Laden back in his place
We need you back here Martin Luther King
Your people are fighting their white brothers
Your speech making skills could be just the thing
Teach them again to love one another
Come down from Heaven Mister John Lennon
We need you to write a new protest song
One of peace, strength, determination
One which every human can sing along

The truth is the morons are in control
The human race needs help before it falls.


5th June 2005

Blondes prefer gentlemen

Holding your hand to make mine warm
Pushing back your fringe to see your blue eyes
Stroking your neck to hear the sweetest sighs
As you rain your kisses down in a storm
Drowning all your loneliness and your fear
Saying you’re the most beautiful woman
Allowing your blonde hair drift through my hand
Saying the things that you’ve longed to hear
Catching all those words you’ve wanted to say
Caressing your soft shoulders tenderly
Drop your defences. Here there’s only me
There’s no need to be scared for here I’ll stay

Open up your pure heart and let mine in
Because for far too long it’s been waiting


3rd June 2005

Miss Clare remembered

I should have your hand being held in mine
I should have your voice whispering softly
I should have your skin - smooth, pale and so fine
I should have your love pouring onto me
I should have your golden hair in my touch
I should have your beautiful smiling face
I should have your love. I need it so much
I should have your light within this dark place
I should have your heart in embrace baby
I should have your sweet red lips and their taste
I should have your affection. Do you see?
I should have your love. Mine’s going to waste

But I only have your face in my dreams
As well as the thought of what could have been


1st June 2005