Some old poems as follows;
Angelic Enemy
Has my best interest at heart
Eyes sharp, aims for me with a perfect sharp secretive dart
Like kryptonite
Delivers destruction with a deadly bite
Eats at the soul
Like a cancer first visual signs start with the a single mole
Is this a coalition?
Or simple disruption,
An angel appearing within those eyes,
Or fire, darkness – a simple warning of a volcanic eruption?
Is everything as it appears
Or is the devil in disguise?
Is nature’s sky about to burst into tears?
Invisible storms, a mask being the deep blue skies
Is the devil weeping?
Evil tears into the angelic skin
Or are angels leaping
For the battle of pain and sorrow, striving to win
Is everything really how it may appear?
Or is there bad blood within a single tear?
Is everything really how it may appear?
Should one tread carefully, not step too near?
Evey
09/07/2011 (12:43)
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Burgle His Mind
I wonder what is in his world,
I wonder what is kept in his box,
I wonder where the golden key is,
I wonder what each compartment holds,
I wanna understand emotion,
What makes it tick?
I wanna understand emotion,
What is its ulterior motive?
I wanna understand emotion,
And what its job is for me,
What is his pain?
What is his happiness?
Why is his world so tight?
So different to mine,
Why haven’t I a key cut?
I wanna understand emotion,
What makes it tick?
I wanna understand emotion,
What is its ulterior motive?
I wanna understand emotion,
And its job is for me,
Do I break in and burgle his mind?
Will I need a ladder?
Or an emotional sword,
Do I scream or ignore,
Or wait patiently at the door?
I wanna understand emotion,
What makes it tick?
I wanna understand emotion,
What is its ulterior motive?
I wanna understand emotion,
And what its job is for me,
2004
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Knife of Hurt
No one knows how I feel,
Right now, scattered like orange peel,
Full of so many dreams,
No more, just endless means,
Sitting here with silent cries,
Pictured like stormy skies,
Fear of the unknown,
Just me here, all alone
Threatening to take her away,
As if she were a cat, just a stray,
Looking at me, judging me,
I am anxiously waiting what is to be,
I feel like I’m being ripped apart inside,
Tried so hard to prevent, this is why I lied,
Each morning I awake, it’s at me like a knife,
Reminding me that was another life,
I can’t help but push my loved ones away,
Like on a wrecked ship, casting them astray,
All I wanted was to be happy,
Yet it always goes wrong, I end up feeling crappy,
Why do I have to feel so much pain?
That leaves me all cast out and lame,
Why so bad does it hurt?
And why do I feel like a piece of dirt?
As I walk along,
I hope for a happier song,
To feel happy and good,
Without leaving others lying in the mud
11/06/2009
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People – How I like to Watch and See
People – I love to watch them, just to see
How and what they are about, how different to they are me
All different, some are tall
Some are most definitely small
How their lives all run on different paths
Each experience different; sorrow, anger, happiness, laughs
How I wonder so, when I am out
Of all the people around, just doing their thing, around and about
Each person’s life story could be another book
Linking to other persons with an invisible hook
Is definitely linked to the global spider web, unknown
Regardless of whether they live with people or alone
With some people their inside can be so easily seen
With such different characteristics; some nice, some just plain mean
Oh yes I love to watch and observe people, just to have a little look
To peak into many complicated, unwritten autobiographies, see the book
29/09/08