Iris

Waiting at a bus stop in pouring rain
Looking back at the emptiest of streets
In a shelter made of grey concrete plain

Sitting on a grey bench of seats
On the most miserable Sunday morning
Alone with a destination to meet

A bus then arrives with it's door yawning
I then choose a seat when all are empty
Then through the rain, it grinds without warning

Eventually dropped off in the city
Through the rain I walk - past things to ignore
For there's a certain house waiting for me

Upon finding it, I knock at it's door
Before confronting a pair of blue eyes
Gazing at me with an intense implore

All defenses crumble - here is my prize
Bearing a purity no one else can touch
It all falls down with the sweetest of sighs

Within my hand beauty is all I clutch
A strong love untainted is all I see
With a wanting I must heed oh so much

The world stops turning. Time ceases to be
Within this deep ocean, I willingly drown
Into intoxication so pretty

I won't refuse this nor will I back down
Instead I'll submit to this emotion
For my princess, I present a gold crown

Melting away with intimate motion
All feeling gives way for love so pure
Fair lady, give me my drug, my potion


30th September 2006

Dear Friend

Debating which anime girls we like
Talking lots about Final Fantasy
Prattling on fun stuff endlessly
Exchanging words understood by our psyche
Urging the other in the written word
Seeing only where the other brightly shines
Supporting each other in troubled times
Sharing loud laughter at all things absurd
Encouraging the other in romance
Providing whatever help when in need
Believing that the other can succeed
Who cares if this was a product of chance?

Caring naught for any differences
For strength in friendship commands the senses


29th September 2006

Songbird

The songbird sings the loveliest of tunes
With a voice confident, knowing and fine
Proclaiming the most delicate of lines
Made up with words to make anyone swoon
The songbird listens to all that I say
She listens to each word attentively
She always seeks new words to come from me
Whether they be white, black or shades of grey
The songbird keeps saying I could do better
She tells me to do so with honest eyes
And to such a challenge I gladly rise
Some friendly competition? I’ll let her

So I write words for the songbird to read
It’s her world that requires such a need


28th September 2006

Suicide

I want to enter an eternal rest
I want to forget the feeling of pain
I want the nightmares in my mind to leave their nest
I want to cease trying to live again
I want it all to end before I go insane
I want an end to feelings of being a flop
I want to everything to stop


28/09/2006

The Feeling of Love

It’s the warmth that radiates within you
It’s a connection no one else can touch
It’s a feeling everyone wants so much
It’s knowing that someone cares deep for you
It’s knowing what one feels without speaking
It’s doing things that make you feel so good
It’s enjoying life with someone - like one should
It’s an acceptance one’s always seeking
It’s the warmth of a hand one wants to clutch
It’s saying the most beautiful of words
It’s singing a better tune than the songbirds
It’s something that goes far beyond mere touch

It’s a sense of compassion like no other
Shared only with the one called your lover


28th September 2006