but your memory keeps calling me back.
Calling to me from a distant shore,
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on,
but your memory keeps calling me back,
like some overplayed song.
I have a different life now,
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain,
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same.
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge,
for your memory keeps calling me back,
saying with you is where I belong.
8 August 2007
swaying back and forwardunder a warm breeze.The sun is warming youfrom your fingers to your toes.You’re on an island paradiseaway from the chilly winds that blow.Relaxing in that dream world,you have made for yourself,while the real worldis a million miles away.22 March 2008
the tarnished angelsdiscarded by our society.Those who fell victimto life’s cruel side.Paying the penance for mistakesthat befell their lives.Soiled by depravityand cast a drift on a sea of unforgivingto flounder near the ending mile.The tarnished angels of our society.
Reality does not existand I’m lost for wordsnot knowing what to say.The words I want to speakare lost again for another day.How am I everto tell you how I feelwhen my head is in the clouds,because my mind can’t concentratewhenever you walk my way.I’ve tried and I’ve triedto make sense of it all.One-day reality will…
I haven’t got the film star looksI’m pretty ordinary really.Therefore, I don’t know whythey love me like they do.I’m not part of the genius crowd;I’m at the lower end of the scale.I once took an intelligence testand was a dismal one hundred and twenty four.The suggestion for what I should dowas simple indeedeither go back…
to give us all the freedomwe all enjoy today.Now is our time to say thanksand remember them allon the 8th May VE Day.May god bless them allour heroes of the past, present and future,wherever they may be?Authors Note:This poem dedicated to all heroes of all the countriesthat secured the freedom in Europe during the second…
I see an engraved darkness of her face,so that I shall not know,who this faceless person will be,or our meeting how.An before me I see the beauty of all creation,so that I shall know not to yield to temptation.For every mortal there is a weakness,and within this weakness, temptation has its strength.For me after my…
