Fate of the world

Have you ever let fate just take your life, and suddenly someone’s just there?

And not only that, without knowing why, it seems instantly about you they care.

It might be nothing to you until they open their mind, and you can glimpse them within.

A comment here or thoughtful remark, or just something that makes you wear a grin.

You might share a rude quip or some intelligent joke, or maybe just an idle chat.

A poem in the making it also could be, unless it’s a question about getting bench fat.

Maybe they’re confident to the rest of the world, but allow you to see their soft side.

For reasons unknown it’s kept from others, but from you there’s no reason to hide.

How they look at you might be different as well, from what maybe you were expecting.

They see something in you that you might not, but always in their eyes it’s respecting.

Caring, confident, smart, funny and witty, are some of the words they could use.

But hilarious, awesome, honest, friendly and special, are others from which they can choose.

The confidence needed to put pen to paper, might be just a simple mistake.

But if someone is told that they are special, then only positive thoughts they will take.

The world’s a big place and we are all just ants, trying to make our own way.

Imagine a world where everyone living, was afraid of things others might say.

At the end of the day the world’s a big place, but people both love and hate.

Finding someone who gives you a buzz, well, some would say that’s just fate.

Once a Year But Always

The day is warm and the weather is fine, 

I want you to be my Valentine.

Dinner for two and maybe a kiss,

This is the one day romantics would miss.

Will you be my Valentine, 

I hold you on the beach.

And not just for this special day,

But always within my reach.

So take these words and hold them dear.

My love for you will always be near.

If i am away and not by your side,

Know it is only that my hands are tied.

Will you be my Valentine, 

I hold you on the beach.

And not just for this special day,

But always within my reach.

This day is welcome and comes once a year,

I love you everyday, of that have no fear.

And even though in our own world we're a pair,

Everyone else in the world, this day we share.

Will you be my Valentine, 

I hold you on the beach.

And not just for this special day,

But always within my reach.

Friends at all costs

What does it really feel like, when someone touches your soul? 

Is it a sensation of love, or the safety of knowing you whole?

You can lean on their shoulder, when the times are tough.

But sometimes their words, will be considered too rough.

The truth is what hurts, but you wouldn't change a thing.

As their friendship will last, through the thick and the thin.

A childs mind

Hold my hand as i walk deep in the night, 

you are my rock that i cling too.

Leaves sticking together and blocking the light, 

of the moon that is trying to break through.

A sound close by startles us both, 

together we joke it's a killer.

Somehow the night hinders our growth, 

and like children we think of The Thriller.

Footsteps behind signal a worry, 

one that we both don't want to admit.

But we are scared and we dare not tarry, 

the question we ask is "Who is it?"

Reaching the end of the forest lane, 

as safety beckons us forth.

In our minds we imagine the pain, 

and like a compass we head direct North.

Scarlet in colour would be our death, 

if the person behind catches us.

We're safe on the road as we see a light, 

and signal to catch the last bus.

It pulls up to the curb and we get a seat, 

and look outside of the foggy window.

The person that scared us is dead on their feet, 

and they are holding a pillow.

They get on the bus and give us a look, 

if looks could kill then we would be dead.

It's my mum with my stuff for camp, 

and she wonders what goes on in my head.

Smiles of Gold

Inside of me where no one dares look, there ticks a heart of gold.

A rainbow of colours to send forth on the world, until my body gets old.

You see gold is a sense, not a colour or solid, that moves people in different ways.

Is happiness measured from the jewelery we wear, or the joy from all of our days?

Twinkle and shine will describe it so well, however it can be subdued.

Its a shame to think something so beautiful, can be the cause of so many feuds.

What if wealth was measured in smiles, and gold was nothing but stone.

Would the smiles of strangers lift you up, like the gold you currently own?

Look into your heart where the happiness lies, and answer what makes you feel rich.

Is it gold on your fingers that you like the most, or smiles that provide someone a lift?

No one can know what you feel inside, until you share your wealth around.

For riches are nothing if made of gold, when smiles are free and can always be found.

Somewhere Behind Yourself is You

Sadly i come unto the day, hoping for a change, 

One that will never come.

How can it be so perfect inside, but rough to the touch,

I am sure it will be found.

Highlight of the night, seems to be the darkness,

But lets us see the stars.

Contradiction of life, flows through to the end,

And the beginning is also the end.

Ghostly Intentions

A look to the past reveals the ghost, of someone you once knew quite well.

This person who was but now has gone, deeper into the feeling of hell.

The time of their life however so short, the up of the downward spiral.

A look from society says in your mind, your not you, you're someone who's viral.

Keep pushing yourself to unattainable goals, reaching for the stars but not getting.

The fight is your brain hating your own body, how did we get to this setting?

A gentle reprieve from the daily grind, emotions that lift you to the sky.

A junkie to others but a son nonetheless, if only you didn't get high.

Your mother is worried for your safety and hers, she cant face the situation alone.

Attacking your demons and humbling yourself, you know that you should be home.

Admitting defeat is a step on the right path, the chance of a fresh new day.

 Lots of words need to be spoken, nothing wrong is what you can say.

How can feeling so good only ruin your life, and feeling like crap is the road to better?

But no matter what or who you have become, your mum loves the ghost if you'd let her.

A hand reaches down, takes one smaller to hold.

The young has a frown, but will do like the old.

What will he become, in the future of life?

A father to some, with a devoted wife.

The challenge is set, for this little one.

So many goals unmet, already so much fun.

Composed and ready, he walks at my side.

Wobbly yet steady, a smile I must hide.

The chance is his now, to make this his mark.

He doesn't know how, or where to start.

But besides all of this, he is only young.

Sometimes hit or miss, sometimes pain or fun.

An old age he will reach, with plenty of friends.

Then it's his time to teach, and the cycle starts again.

* This poem was inspired by both my nephews who were born within 4 days of each other. Cant wait to see you guys grow up.

Bedroom Antics

The lines of fabric are tight on your bottom, 

The cloth doesn't cover your legs.

Plump at the top with two soft pillows,

At night it is action you beg.

A soft heavy cover will hide most of your charm,

The eye travels from foot to the head.

Each night you strip off and take one in your arms.

But then again, who'd have thought you're a bed?

Closed Eyes

The moment in time so quickly forgotten, how should anyone know?

You scream from the cliff at the top of your lungs, if only your conscience would hold.

Innocence is a curse, the weak pull you from your life.

But is guilt the one thing you can survive?

A danger to others when you're in a crowd, the phobia creeps up within.

Even the chatter of birds on the wing, is silence when you are forgiven.

You put pen to paper and sign with your own blood, this isn't how it should be.

How can the world just keep moving on, without me being able to see?

Surface Tension

Forgotten not always, i pick up my feet.

I wander the mind, alone in my heart.

Steady if you look, inside is a jumble.

The sadness begins, while altogether gone.

A smile does wonder, so to a dog and his tail.

Children who laugh, keeps the positive afloat.

The darkness envelopes, but does not invade.

Evening it isn't, the suns rays don't warm.

The tree drops a leaf, the bird in the sky.

Tomorrow never comes, and today always ends.

Silence is golden, although louder right now.

Scattered photo's on the bed, match memories once had.

The sandy beach bluff, rolling of tides.

Whistle the tune, and ride on the bike.

Handle some moments, save a nice gift.

A new life beginning, as you step from the past.

Joyous and content, the fire burns down.

Animals in clouds, moonlight dancing on puddles.

The cat on your lap, drips roll down the glass.

Succulent fruits, and a warm tender hug.

Why?

When i feel down, i feel lower than low, how can i fight the depression?

The sky is blue, the sun is shining, but still there is non stop oppression.

It must be something that i cant see, something much larger than me.

But how do i know if it's something i want, or if gone then something I'd see?

The child is smiling, he looks up at me, with food all over his face.

He now has a big grin, well into the future, as he is first in the race.

The pleasure we share is a bond between us, as i look at my son so proudly.

But how do i know if its something i want, or if gone then something I'd see?

People around me, they smile and laugh, and share in this moment of joy.

Who would have thought, that this day would come, well i did but i still act coy.

I touch on the truth as i share my tale, all of them rapt by my glee.

But how do i know if its something i want, or if gone then something I'd see?

I may be a ghost, but still on this world, alone in my bed surrounded.

Although it is close, i know in my bones, my family will be dumbfounded.

I left them a challenge to pass on forever, a goal to be all they could be.

Because now i know life is something i want, and without it then nothing I'll see.

I thought i would write this poem as, well, i honestly dont know why. It could be because a mate passed away 3 years ago with cancer. Or it could just be me finally facing how he might have been feeling when he passed, or how i am feeling now he is gone. Either way, he is a memory to me still, and many others. I know in the future his friendship will still be with me.

Dreaming

One day it will happen for the good of your heart,

but evil will lurk in the shadow.

Keep your mind open and traverse the turns,

And stay off the straight and narrow.

Fight the instinct to hide at will,

To surrender yourself to the night.

No one will come because no one cares,

If you survive or not your own plight.

You're in this forever 'til death has his day,

Screaming down further and further.

Running from horrors that play in your mind,

And forgetting about your own murder.

The light in your eyes is red from distance,

Pits of memories once been.

Who is to know what will happen next,

At least this was just a bad dream.

- I really wanted this to seem like there was no way out, to be in-coherent, yet making sense all at the same time. I feel like i succeeded in most ways, but i dont know if i captured the relief from waking up and realizing it was only a nightmare. Maybe I'll come back to this and end it differently one day.