Pipin Poetry (28)

You told me you were no good for me
and as inadequate as can be.

But I told you that without a try
it would not be fair yet to say good bye.

You said that you were just a simple man
that if I would be with you it would open a wormy can.

I said it would be alright
and we could talk about it all night.

You said that you were to poor to give me what I need
and even so you were a doer
you did not feel you could earn the bead.

I said that I do not need a life of jewels and money
and your love would be my life's honey.

In the end you left without a word of Good bye
and without even a chance of a try.

Sunshine so bright, flowers so colourful, your eyes like dynamite
walking hand in hand knowing well that you could be my cyanide.
But still I enjoy the supsense of not knowing how you will love me
as I told you that I have been hurt so many times by thee.

I carry on ignoring the little so well know signs of my intuition
when we turn into well known establishment somewhere down south in Britain.
Your colours are changing slowy into that of a Chameleon
acting like a bird of paradise at first then more like a stallion.

You are not my type! after all you had offered me this afternoon
I excuse myself and make my way out through the back of the saloon
Once outside I take a deep breath and can finally break free
cleansing myself of your pompous behaviour in the nearby sea.

I travelled a thousand and one miles without a break
just to came and say....Hi!......to you!
When I arrived all you were for me but another take
in my ever thirsty hunger for a love do.

I looked at you with my dark mysterious eyes
ripped your heart very slowly trice.
Left your soul less able to ever again to tell lies
and your frail and used up carcass for the mice.

THEN...

You were reborn without a soul and warm hearth
and floated helplessly between heaven and earth;
until the time came you transformed into another mold
never ever be released again to a human hold.

Looking out of the Ferry's window
riding across the sea with a flow
I remember how it used to be
back then you and me.

Every six months we visited family
now matter if summer or winter
now on this ferry there is only me
and my mind racing like a sprinter.

Was I happy back then you were mine?
thinking how we used to argue
from the start our love was not sublime
and only shortly after lost its value.

You and me have since moved on
and decided to stay friends after all
I lay alone now on the luscious overgrown lawn
Looking up into the blue powdery clouded wall.

There you are again almighty and in disguise
Crawling through the ruins of the undergrowth
Stopping, listening to every sound, watching and waiting for a rise

The slightest glimpse of light makes you freeze
as only in darkness you move around with ease

She was once your queen
back in the pharaonic been;

Now you seek her out once more
In the undergrowth at the woodlands core.

All is done now and I packed all into my saddle bags,
mounted them on to my new horse with all country flags.

Riding slowly away from rugged mountain terrain which was, for so long my home,
Mixed nostalgia setting in but I am finally free to roam.

My horse leading me on to a steady path along thorny hedges and trees
Accompanying us now are just the squirrels, birds and bees.

We will feed of the the land and the ground will be our bed,
tranquility setting in at sunset on this long ride ahead

Now darkness is breaking in and my horse and I settle down for the night
the wind is blowing a gentle breeze around the now roaring fire's bright.

I made my bed in the undergrowth and fall asleep under the sky of infinity stars
peacefully I hibernate without surrounding concrete towers or any noises of cars.

My life wire is swaying from side to side
Trying to keep myself above water
At times I am flying with the kite
- Only to drown again later

Sitting somewhere between the times
In the now and yesteryear
Life has not been easy minded on committed crimes
Since coming back from Middle East I have stayed clear

No more noises of the dead and decay
Just in my head like a parasite they stay

Days are done and gone of unbelievable inhumanity
but now existing I am merely for my own sanity

Soldiering on day in and day out
Trying to makes sense what life now is all about

Life goes on behind the daily mask
I portrait with laughter to the task

They told me C.P.T.S.D will be your friend second to none
Always be with you and never gone

Mirror, mirror on the wall
When you ready next again to fall?

Standing at a pavilion somewhere at a strand
Watching people thoughtlessly walking by

My eyes wide shut wandering to a nearby stand
There you are existing tall!...I sigh!

Strung round your neck a signage saying:
'Love for rent - Apply within!
Now I am slowly waking up
and suddenly I am not that keen

As all comes crushing back down to me
That love should never have a price

No matter how far you slip down into debris
Love just should not be a vice!

As a restless Nomad I searched near and far for a place to belong
then he came into my life and gave me love and a place to call home.

Years and years passed by without a blame all so happy and content
then one day at dawn I packed my bags again without a word and went

Freedom was there for me to take as I pleased without the shackles and chains
I ran freely through poppy fields, down the river and back up across plains

To seek out a new life on the horizon which was tailor suited only to me;
Since then years gone by, but still with hope that one day, I shall find thee.

You're no God to her.

How dare you swoop from above with your mighty wings
Cocooned in your own beguiling words!
You? You're no King of Kings to her!

How dare you deceive her who bled so deeply, making her believe again?
And how dare you judge her? Her whom was sent to Hell and back -
You? You're no God to her!

How dare you not believe in her when she entrusted her very soul to you? -
Letting her bleed through your disbelief and fear of new beginnings -
You? You're no Master to her!

How dare you suppose your own imperfections to be of lesser magnitude than hers?
How dare you threaten her with prosecution when she can come to no harm! -
You? You're no Deity to her!

How dare you not think of her as a path which remains wide open?
As she has not lost her faith and trust in you -
Because....You are All to Her!

Sitting here on the ledge of a hill looking down at the valley
and up again the winding roads thinking how it could have been.

In complete stillness I sit here watching all the birds ralley
fate they told me comes in threes which remains to be seen.

For now the sun shines and is keeping away the rain
my heart still bleeds but its lessens day by day the pain.

Soon its time to leave the hill to cross again the waters
to find the one I promised of my coming every three quarters.

He lives between the rugged land and sea
and unbeknown to him he is the one I want to be.

Years gone by without a passing soul
right there!, up in the hills with its winding roads.

Then, in midst of darkness an ever increasing small light shone
right there!, coming up the winding roads.

The steel horse stopped with his brute of a king
right there!, at the top of the winding roads.

The light shone bright when he looked around with his mighty view
then saw the ruined darkened place in the undergrowth barely for anyone to see
cautiously he made his way to find out its meaning of cruel true
then turned around half way when the undergrowth became to much to be.

His steel horse carrying that so now frightened brute of something but not a king
right there!, into the darkness going back down the winding roads.

Now beauty who lives up those hills in the undergrowth
will wait patiently for another passing soul,
right there! with its winding roads.