I still .. Love You
This poem is for my beloved father - God Bless his Soul - you can also feel this poem as it is for a lost love , whatever that love means to you ..
To Be
Ever wished?..........Andrew......xxx
ravel
this is to make you smile no matter who you are
What do YOU see?
"Are you listening?, do you hear?" "what I've said, right now, right here" yes I hear, I see your pain, I understand lifes loss and gain, did you say I was wrong to think this way?, unreal, untrue, too far away?, "wake up, get up, look at real
worst in my life
when i can't see you cant talk to you i feel like to cry you are my breath with out you ill just die
My Full Moon
This poem is about someone that will always have a place in my heart.
You Show Me Yours!
Wow, so thats yours?, what can it do?,,,,it does everything, want me to demonstrate for you?, Yes, I'd love to see it do its thing, jeez its big, bet it can damm near sing, Just hold out your hand, have no fear, just hold it like that and press
By The Light Of The Silvery Moon.
Just dreaming......lol........Andrew....xxx
Do you know?
Dont know why I wrote this, must have felt like a ghost writer at the time eh!
glance
at our approach I look up...to your face then..you look up...at mine our eyes meet... facial expressions...reserved......briefly and then we...fly to each other's arms make incredible passionate love.... before the world..right there! we live
Untitled
I can't exactly decipher the mood I was in when I wrote this, but even if it is a bit dark, it's still one of my favorites.
How did we get here?
This is about an ex I had. That relationship was probably the worst I have ever and will ever have.
Whats love really?
Whats love really?, what could it be, what does it mean, to you? to me? So many minds have offered their view, but what does it mean to me and you? So I'll outline my thoughts by special request, I'll try to explain, I'll do my best, Love
True Love
This poem is to all those people who are looking for that true love. When honestly they may not even know what it is to be loved, because to be love and have a true love are two different thingss.
dust into ghost
just to get people to smile
All In The Plan
Follow your dream down this windy trail, you'll be a success, you can't fail, you'll reach your place without thought or doubt, you can't divert, or wander about, you exist, you're here, you'll exist tomorrow have no fear, ITS ALL IN THE PLAN,
Stormy Winds
Stormy winds arrive with force, their angry howls create discourse, batten down and stay inside, avoid its rage, from it we hide, It does increase intensity, we pray to God that he may see, our faith in him is strong and true, it pass's by, from
Forgotten Love
Ahh well, life goes on!!
Eternal
For day after day, I've ploughed this field, Albeit for nothing, a barren yield, Covered forever by a black cloud, Where green shoots of hope are not allowed, In this field that no-one wants to know, Where even weeds refuse to grow. But, though
hard fallen
you took me away, to places I had never been got to get back to you, for cast down I am when I'm alone, I ache for you can't stand it away, can't think what to do were I to just hold you..kiss you given the time, our bliss pours through but t
just one more thing
oh...and one more thing...
Live The Moment
I hope you like this one
If WE were God
If we could recreate and start again, the creation of man,, what then?,,, so that we were God, could we produce a better plan? And IF we were God and this was now, would we do better?, would we know how? Would we call a meeting and define our
I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
Nostalgic
Total Rubbish!
Look, did ya not read the title,,,,I warned ya!
the haunting of dreams
questions to many questions to many thoughts
Hostages and prisoners
Nothing/nobody really has any power to hurt you.The power lies within the emotion you attribute to it. In search of spiritual detachment.
When..........
Ahhhhhh.........Heaven!........lol......Andrew......xxx
The Return
an abecedarian
My Diagnosis!
Comprehending limitations causing spatial delay, creates corrective corrosponding conditional decay, administering adaptive medication during play, will intensify conditions showing limited replay, progressive alterations to the chemical make
Disconnection
just wondered how many people get there hearts broken on here, we all search for something, you think you find it but discover its not real after all!!
What remains after...
What remains after from our civil wars, from all people we lost, from all this hate that was hiding behind doors. What remains after from all dead people lying in the street, some i knew before,some i met before, some didn't know,some didn't
The Rain
I still get angry when I think about my ex and I just needed to vent that with writing. It's a bit sombre and for that I apologize.
Together We Just Are...
Just a continuation of my other poem. Hope it's up to your standard Agoodguytohave! :)
Pestilence
Pretty long-winded. I wrote a story about this concept, and this is something of a recap on the general premise. The idea, originally, was of all these destroyed buildings, reminiscent of bombed warzones, which would rise our of the ground, half demolished, but larger than ever, seeping oil and tar, smoking as if on fire, unexplained, across the land, destroying whole landscapes and cities. The idea, of course, was some kind of supernatural justice against the world's inability to solve problems- Taking the form of the exact imagery war has caused, and yet somehow worse, darker, more abysmal, and inescapable as it consumed country, city, nations whole, slowly, slowly. This is somewhat of a constraint, as I've forced the writing into a kind of wave- Ideas expressed must be shorter, shorter, shorter, longer, longer, longer, switch, switch back, in form. 'Wave' form, if you will! lol
Life Lessons
When I was young I learned some things, about life, the world and what it brings, twas then I realised, there's truth, there's ignorance, there's lies, I learned not to judge or critize, claim precedence or compromise, To listen with open mind,
Good Times!
sunshine on a rainy day, flowers that bloom in may, christmas presents under the tree, I pick the things I want to see, cause it works.......... for me, starlight, birds in flight, balmy breeze on a summers night, happy songs, space for two
Yesterdays Plan
Yesterday I made a plan, to be a good and better man, No more bad and no more sorrow, I'd instigate it all tomorrow, I can't live in the future, can't live in the past, won't be the first, won't be the last, So, I put it off until tomorrow,
The Spiritual Foundling...
The spiritual foundling woke up in a trash heap in a dusty rural town of a forgotten continent when he was not yet past Shakespeare’s proverbial ‘first stage’ of life, One of the first memories he has is of stealing the H2O-merchant’s horse and wat
-She's a Winner!
We drove there fast, couldn't be last, she sat on the chair, hot curlers, hair dye, cut it low?, cut it high? I dunno, you know best, want to stand out from all the rest, hot air, style with care, extensions for hair, WOW, she's there! back in
lonely star facing a broken world
lazy days lonely nights looking for a lonely star who'd keep me company looking at the widespread sky being me a lonely soul gazing at the moon so bright making wishes `pon a star a blow of breeze to animate the freezing scene so the
COMMUNICATIONS
I wrote this poem for my friend Sandy who was there for me in hard times and good times.She did not laugh at me when my heart got broke.