New Years

I'm sorry for the dreams I fled,

When I should’ve stayed and loved instead.

I'm sorry for the dreams I marred,

The tender hopes my silence scarred.

I'm sorry for the broken past,

Let’s find a way to heal at last.

Change begins within,

Where love lets life begin.

With hope, let’s breathe the dawn,

And live the year reborn;

Wipe away the tears of past mistakes,

Renew the vow that courage makes.

I Wandered Worlds

Last night, I wandered worlds within, 

where logic twists and colours spin,

where seas are red and skies are white,

and trees wear leaves of shattered light.

I walked a shore of fallen glass,

each shard a memory from the past—

a flash of laughter, swift and bright,

a lover’s gaze that cut the night.

I climbed a hill that breathed like skin,

its peaks alive, its roots within,

and watched as houses turned to sand,

and clocks dripped hours from my hands.

The air was filled with whispers there,

words that drifted, light as air,

but try to catch them, and they’d fade,

like shadows cast in evening shade.

I saw myself—a stranger’s face,

an outline shifting out of place.

She stared at me with hollow eyes,

half-mad with dreams, half-wise with lies.

And through it all, a humming sound,

an ache, a pull, a tremble found—

as if the earth beneath my feet

was drawn to some unheard heartbeat.

In dreamscapes strange, I drift alone,

in fields where time and space are sown.

When morning pulls, I leave behind

a thousand worlds, just fragments, blind.

Yet as I wake, they cling like dew,

soft traces of a world I knew,

a place unseen by light of day,

where dreams and waking worlds decay.

Little Rabbit

When caught off guard, I show no mask or guise,

The little rabbit blinks, hops away and hides.

I know I must appear aloof, unkind,

But fear controlled the motions of my mind.

Please don’t judge me for how I seemed to part,

For I am fighting battles deep within my heart.

Soft Refrain

The moment slipped away with fleeting grace, 

A smile that vanished in the winds of time; 

No hands could catch its swift, elusive pace, 

No words could keep its rhythm or its rhyme. 

 

The winds have shifted; now the skies have changed, 

The sun no longer warms that tender scene; 

The world, transformed, is foreign and estranged, 

And what has been will never more have been. 

 

The stars aligned but once, and now no more— 

Their pattern lost within the endless night; 

The chance that once stood open, now a door 

That’s closed forever, fading out of sight. 

 

Yet though that moment never comes again, 

It lives within my heart, her soft refrain. 

The Earth

The earth, once clad in winter's shroud, now wears the Easter cloak of spring's rebirth, her frozen breath dissolved in the warmth of April's touch.

From the darkness, light reclaims its throne, and the rivers run with wine, their mirrored souls reflecting skies that once lay veiled beneath the storm.

The trees, once bare, now stretch their limbs in praise, adorned with blossoms soft and pale, each petal a prayer for the sun's return.

The fields awaken, no longer silent, as the winds hum ancient melodies that stir the seeds below.

Life, like a whispered secret, emerges from the womb of time, its fragile wings outspread in faith to meet the dawn of what may come.

Though Words Are Few

I see the pain you bear, though words are few,

I’d carry it all, if only I knew

How to hold the sorrow that you hide.

I’m left to watch you from afar,

With empty, helpless hands,

Unable to kiss a single scar,

Wishing to soothe, to understand.

Never-Ending Night

I've often dreamed of love that could be mine,

Where in my heart, hope softly starts to glow;

But all my feelings, I must now confine,

For you’ll not turn to me or ever know.

You are the sun, too bright for me to keep,

While I, the moon, just borrow distant light;

In silence, your beauty I must seek,

Alone within this never-ending night.

For every smile you give without a care,

Feels like a dagger cutting through my heart.

How can I live with all this deep despair,

When I know we will always be apart?

And though my love for you will never fade,

You will never hear the plea I’ve made.

Yet Still

If the two could see the sorrow in their eyes,

The silent bond that words would break,

Their wounds would heal, and love renew;

Yet still, they suffer from mistake.

Yet still, a light remains unseen,

A flicker faint beneath the grief;

If only they could let it rise,

Yet still, they cling to disbelief.

Shakespeare Adaptations

It's a bit of mystery why songwriters haven't prolifically adapted Shakespeare's poetry. Perhaps it's heresy or something, I have no idea, but it works.

Sonnet 29:

Sonnet 27:

Sonnet 18:

Unveiled

In depths where earth’s rich heart lies bare and vast,

Where rivers sing to mountains, old and wise,

There blooms a love as wide, as deep, as fast,

As stars that dance in unending skies.

With words as tender as the day’s first kiss,

A voice, in whispered tones, confides,

Revealing love’s most intricate abyss,

Where every shadow, every light, resides.

 

Write no more of what could be, of shadows in the night,

But turn instead to what is real, and hold her to you, tight.

For love, when lived, in flesh and blood, surpasses every tale,

The poet’s dream, no longer sought, in her, at last, unveiled.

 

Her hair, a cascade of shadows, spun from silken night,

Frames her work, a masterpiece, in the morning's gentle light.

Drawing closer, she weaves a path, where flowers bloom and grow,

As if the earth itself responds, to the grace she does bestow.

Hazy Kaleidoscope

In a world of fractured light, I see

Colours swirling, blending truth and deceit

The lines are blurred, reality's askew

Can't make out what's real, can't find a single clue

Through kaleidoscope eyes, the images distort

Shadows dance, illusions run amok

Lost in the maze of this hazy terrain

Searching for clarity, on the verge of going insane

In this hazy kaleidoscope, I wander alone

Reality's just a shattered prism, I can't condone

Every step I take, the lines begin to blur

Lost in this chaos, my vision's all a blur (ooh-yeah)

In the echoes of silent screams, I roam  

Finding pieces of dreams, far from home  

Mirages of peace that fade away fast  

Grasping for truths, in memories of the past  

Spin the wheel of fate, where will it land?  

In the grips of confusion, where I stand  

Broken fragments underfoot, sharp and clear  

Every shard a story, every moment draws near

Shadow of Deception

I wake up in the morning, in a daze

Mind clouded, lost in a devilish haze

The lines are blurred, intentions unclear

Caught in a battlefield of love and fear

Energetic guitar riffs play in my mind

Raw vocals echo, a voice hard to find

The rock and house collide, creating a storm

A fusion of emotions, like a fire reborn

In the shadow of deception, I find no peace

Caught between the beats and the guitar's release

Lost in the chaos, the swirling of sound

Blurred intentions, lost and never found

The clash of drums, a thunderous roar,

Lyrics that bleed, emotions that soar.

In every strum, there's a story untold,

A tale of the heart, both fiery and cold.

Fever Dream

Lost in a haze, the world is a blur

Sweat on my brow and fear in my heart

Pulsating beats, electrifying surge

In this fever dream, I'm falling apart

Guitar riffs screaming, drums pounding loud

Synths intertwining, creating a storm

Visions and nightmares, they collide

In this fever dream, my soul is torn

(Oh-oh-oh) Fever dream, take me higher

(Oh-oh-oh) Lost in the rhythm, caught in the fire

(Oh-oh-oh) Gritty and raw, my emotions collide

(Oh-oh-oh) In this fever dream, I can't hide

Shadows dance in the flickering light  

Echoes whisper, voices in the night  

A crescendo rises, takes over the scene  

Caught in the clutches of this fever dream

Ode to a Headache

O Headache, thou art a silent warrior, with a crown of thorny rose,

That tightens with an iron grip, from my temples to my nose.

Thy subjects, we, in futile fight, do seek to ease our plight,

With potions, pills, and whispered spells, in the dimming of the light.

“Ode to a Headache," I do declare, with a wry and weary smile,

For this royal pain within my head has lingered quite a while.

It taps upon my temples, a relentless, throbbing beat,

A reminder of the night before, and all that I did eat.

The chocolate was a villain, red wine played its part,

Each a merry prankster in the throbbing of my heart.

But fear not, for this tale does hold a twist or two,

For I've found a secret weapon, a potion tried and true.

With water as my ally, and rest to lead the charge,

I'll banish this foul jester, and set my brain at large.

Silken Night

Her hair, a cascade of shadows, spun from silken night,

Frames her work, a masterpiece, in the morning's gentle light. Drawing closer, she weaves a path, where flowers bloom and grow,

As if the earth itself responds, to the grace she does bestow.

Scientia

We probe the boundless cosmic night,

And in the atom's heart, we seek the light.

We claim the mysteries that nature hides,

But chase reflections of our minds.

Easter

The earth,

once clad in winter's shroud,

now wears the Easter cloak of spring's rebirth.

From the darkness

light reclaims its throne,

and the rivers run with wine.

Scratch pad: Limerick

A baron from old Aberdeen,

Declared, "Our weather’s so verily mean!"

One minute it’s sunny,

The next, it's all runny,

It’s like nature’s own washing machine!

Scratch pad: poems

Upon the stage of fate, in Deptford’s gloom,

Where cobblestones echoed with whispered dread,

Marlowe, with gasping breath, met his doom,

"Neptune’s ocean clears not this blood," he said.

In that dimly lit, foreboding room,

The world had lost a voice, too early, too soon.

..…

It begins with a murmur, a sigh in the trees,

Then, droplets commence, carried soft on the breeze,

Tapping on windows, like spirits that prance;

The earth, parched and longing, lifts its face to the dance,

Embracing each drop, with a grateful sigh,

A perfume of rain descends from the sky.

The rivers and streams, once silent and slow,

Now babble and chatter, as they swell and flow.

…..

Write no more of what could be, of shadows in the night,

But turn instead to what is real, and hold her to you, tight.

For love, when lived, in flesh and blood, surpasses every tale,

The poet’s dream, no longer sought, in her, at last, unveiled.

Depths

In depths where earth’s rich heart lies bare and vast,

Where rivers sing to mountains, old and wise,

There blooms a love as wide, as deep, as fast,

As stars that dance in unending skies.

With words as tender as the day’s first kiss,

A voice, in whispered tones, confides,

Revealing love’s most intricate abyss,

Where every shadow, every light, resides.