The house on the corner

The street I live; there’s a house upon

Dull, colourless it looks like a jail

The letter box is filled with untouched mail

Rubbish is strewn across a messy lawn

There’s cars parked outside but no one goes in

Paint’s peeling and the roof’s in disrepair

Can’t recall when someone was living there

And the front door is always left open

Through the windows reveal a sorry scene

There’s trash on the floor. Furniture long gone

And when the night falls no curtains are drawn

The only light comes from a TV screen

Is anyone living there? Who can tell?

But the house keeps its secrets guarded well…

11th April 2012

Video Store

It resides within a darkened corner

At the end of a lane where few dare to tread

It had a store name but now it’s faded

Its windows are as black as a mourner

There’s no way to see in: Step through the door.

But it only opens at the dusk hour

Once inside it smells of a dead flower

And the shadows dominate by the score

There’s no kid friendly stuff within these halls

Only the stare of demons and nightmares

Of a thousand murderers. And the gaze

As faces etched with fear scream from the walls

When you leave it’s quick: Sprint back up the lane

But the store knows that you’ll be back again

11th April 2012

Like a Bridge

When I think of you it makes me happy

Reading your emails make me smile

You play Daytona USA with me

Each moment spent together: worthwhile

And I love hearing your voice on the phone

And you hear my stories from the Isle

You make me happy; My sadness has flown

You’re fun to walk the streets of Melbourne with

Stick with me and you’ll never be alone

It’s something so strong: Let us start forthwith

These words I write for every one is true

For it is to you, my heart, that I give

11th April 2012

An army of demons and a loaded rifle

One for the image they told me to reach

Two for all the friends who never came back

Three for all the time spent on the wrong track

Four for the life lessons they tried to teach

Five for all the potential left unused

Six for the hearts that have been left broken

Seven for the lies that have been spoken

Eight for the many offers left refused

Nine for the circles that kept me way out

Ten for the hate I so easily bred

Eleven for all those who want me dead

Twelve for those left disappointed, in doubt

And this army will arrive on this day

But I’m ready – I’m not running away

6th April 2012

Too Good to be True

My lover came knocking on my front door

With a bouquet of roses in his hand

He said beautiful was the dress I wore

And things only my heart could understand

He asked me about my day and my friends

That a booking for dinner had been made

His touch makes my heart race. The kiss he sends

He holds me and I’m no longer afraid

He says he’ll be there for me. He does care

I hear his heart beat when I hold him tight

The adoration is beyond compare

But in my heart something doesn’t feel right

He’s too good to be true. Thus we must part

My hands on the knife rammed into his heart

6th April 2012

Wandering Through Heaven

Today I played guitar with Dave Mustaine

Talked to Alice Cooper on things scary

Played drums with Ringo and Nicko McBain

Saw Chuck Norris arm wrestle Mr T

I told Whitney Houston her voice was nice

Got to spar with Evander Holyfield

Talked ‘bout vampire fiction with Anne Rice

Told Tom Hanks how much his acting appealed

I discussed action movies with John Woo

Told Weird Al Yankovic he made me grin

Discussed physics with Isaac Newton - True

And told Don Bluth I loved Secret of NIMH

In a place people are pleased to see me

And tomorrow’s looking good already

Completed 6th April 2012