kyriacos2009 Poetry (27)

Bloody tears stain my sorrowed face from life's setbacks, obstacles, shackled and imprisoned thoughts of inner peace I chase...

I've had my share of hurt and pain, yet here on this land of earthy quicksand and black holes I still remain...

How I am tested time and time again, which path to take with so many roads to choose from, do I take the crooked path and chance my luck

or shall I remain on the straight and narrow, wait for destiny with arms outstretched and remain as I am and be hallowed...

I toy with my thoughts and ignore my hearts calling, a dual with myself, do I stand tall, or do I wither, crumble and continue falling...

A battle of wills and scales either side of me, unevenly balanced with the devil's tale tipping the scales and whispering blasphemy..

Head in hands in confused despair, my guardian angel with magic wand and golden hair...rescue me and unshackle my heart, shatter the devil between it's eyes, wake me up from this nightmare and allow me my fate

There is no use, I am who I am, whatever life throws at me, shapes me
into the man I was born to be, and of who I am...I will take you life, and whatever you have bestowed, for it's your unpredictable nature that has nurtured me and allowed me to grow..

So here I will stand and fight you toe to toe, for I will never change, no matter how bad it gets..for you are my fertiliser, without you I die, and the goodness of my heart will cease to shine and glow

'I remember the time you said you were leaving, winter it was, a cold and frosty morning...

'you said your goodbyes with sadness etched in your Irish weeping emerald eyes...would I ever see you again, I asked myself, as I stood there with great sadness, with empty heart...

'Play me one more tune, just for me, play my favorite you asked...one more harmonica tune to send me on my way....

'Oh Danny Boy', was your favorite, never failing to melt your heart, whenever I hear this song you would say, we will never really be apart..

'As you wish my love, just for you i'd say, just for you to send you on your journey away...'I played for you, the haunting echoed sounds of your favorite, 'Oh Danny Boy'...

'You drove away with a wave goodbye, tears streaming down my sorrowed face...'Wait I cried, Just one more tune, your other favorite, 'Over the rainbow', just for you...

'I watched you dissapear into the distance, and although you had gone my love, me and my tear stained harmonica tuned you another tune....The echo's of 'Over the rainbow' sounding out, just for you..

You blew in like a hurricane, working the crowd into a frenzy...
with your green baize skills, you thrilled and spilled a plenty...

You toy'ed with your opponents, but even they were in awe, of your mighty cueing action, your cue was your sword...

A flawed genius you were with inner demons being your biggest rivals,
little did you say in public, you did all your talking on the tables..

You were a rebel but not in disguise, you were planning a comeback, much to everyones surprise..

So long Hurricane, blow them away elsewhere, dazzle them wherever you are, and most of all hold your head up high, your fans love you, so never do despair...

Your heart is hurting, wounded in the battlefield of Love, of what you once thought was endless and timeless, your true love has prematurely ceased...

A heart once beating with extra-ordinary life, is now bleeding tears of sorrow and despair, and with a beat so faint, gasping short breaths of air....

You have so much more to see, so much more to do, i'll not give up on you, until you do...Hop onto my back, it can take the weight of two, I'll carry you and your heavy heart to wherever you want to go, and do whatever you want to do..

Your heart is heavy, your burdens even heavier, let me lighten your load, let me be your legs, your eyes of sight, let me prolong the beating of your heart and take you to new heights....

I'll carry you a million and one miles, your journey will be worth it, i'll take you to the highest mountain, the highest peak, to the very highest summit....

Once there we have reached, i'll lay your body gently at the peak, where there you will breath new life, the freshest of air you will inhale, but with little strength, your body too weak....

For then I say, I will kneel beside you, I'll raise my head to the heavens and inhale my lungs with the breath of Angels....It's then I'll put my lips to yours and exhale and breath new life into you..

Your eyes re-awaken, they flicker new life..you gasp out a cry of freshness, with new meaning, with new vigour and glorious delight...

To another journey now I say, a new road where your destiny beckons, with new dreams and wonderment for you to embrace, your heart now strong, a new love now is but a short distance away..this I say, this is what I reckon....

I took myself on a walk, walked the crooked path, destination, memory lane....remembering all the happy times, the loves, the laughs, mixed in with a little bit of sorrow and pain

Recalling past events of childhood, the crazy teenage days, through to the mid-life age, and of youth re-capturing embarrasing ways...

So i'm a little bit crazy, not your usual human being..but who wants to be normal, boring and predictable, i'd rather have a little fuss, with a little mayhem thrown in, and the odd challenging obstacle...

A middle aged man am I, still not sure what I want to be when I grow up, so I'm a little kid at heart, not half empty but half full is my ever expanding cup...

Iv'e raised many eyebrows with my opinions, controversy and challenging behaviour, but I remain a man with a heart of gold and a mind and soul that you can savour...

Many friends I made along the way, and many i have yet to meet...still a few management and boardroom directors, red tape and weak making coffee machines i've yet to defeat..

So here's to those of all ages, for those who feel life has passed you by, and your life is but a slumber....Go out and do your thing, live life to the full, make your dreams reality, for age is just an accumilated number....

You grumpy old whingers, complainers and verbally challenged cringers...'ooooh, it's so hot'...'ooooh, it's so cold'..Shut up!!!

The government is crap, they are bleeding us dry, job cuts, tax rises, NHS down the pan..Shut up!!!..you same moaning complainers who voted them in...

'I hate my job, I hate where I live, I wish I had more money....Shut your mouths!!!..go and sleep in cardboard city, jobless and penniless, and thieving your next meal...

Ooooh..'I just bought a new handbag, I want those gorgeous shoes....oh no, i'm broke till the end of the month!!!!...Shut your mouth!!!

Going to the gym..wishing you were slim..'oh I wish I was as slim as her' you say, while you stuff your face with a bucket of KFC!!!

Only been abroad once this year, the neighbours have been away twice...SO WHAT..!!!..some don't go at all for years, you cringing, moaning, energy sapping, woe is me....

AAAAARRRGGGHHHH..!!!!!....SHUT UP..!!!

In the corner of my mind you sit so quiet and carefree....
You're humming your favorite song in a broken melody..

Your angelic face without it's makeup, resting in the palm of your hand...you stare out of the window at nothing in particular, just watching the world go by, drifting away like grains of sand...

A robin lands at your window sill chirping with curiosity, you break a weak sad smile, you press your finger to the pane of glass wishing for the same freedom...you imagine yourself with wings to fly yourself away to a place with no rhyme, meaning or reason..

To my heavenly abode I will fly you think, no place in particular, just a place where I can sleep, feel safe, and rest my weary head, a place untouched or spoilt other than by natures wild and wonderful wilderness...

You wish to lay your head down and rest it in dewy grassy fields, surrounded by a well of fresh water, a running stream of sunkissed wheat, your innocent thoughts of nature, creating yourself a personal shield..

And when your tired body has rested, and regrouped it's inner strength, you'll rise again with renewed love of life, your soul cleansed with inner beauty, growth and endless zest....

Let me wrap my armoured arms around your skin of alabaster, let me hear your groans of pleasure and to feel your heart beat faster...

My hands of steely rough around the small of your svelt waist, my fingertips probing the contours of your body, with passion and with haste

My lips gently pressed against the smoothness of your trembling silky skin,
Let me stoke the fires of your passion and ignite your soul within

Your urges lose control, you entwine your thighs with mine, these feelings of contentment so pure and endlessly devine

You bite your soft ruby lips with eyes tightly closed, as I passionately make love to you, all the while protecting you as if you were a rare precious rose

We lay in the protection of each others arms, our bodies moulded together, smothered with the scent of each others love.

No words are exchanged, or ever were they needed, for our love conquers all, like fresh innocent pods, together we are seeded

"Out and about in town on a selfish shopping spree"
I noticed you were sat in a doorway, cold, homeless and ever so hungry

"I stood and watched as you were ignored,
people walking straight by, avoiding eye contact'

"Your hair was matted, with grubby clothes, and dirty fingernails"
the dullness of your eyes, and tear stained face, you were crying out for help, your tired body screaming to be embraced

"Feelings of guilt had overtaken me, look at you, and look at me, out and about on my self indulgent shopping spree"

"Approaching you I crouched to my knees in front of you, I took your fragile hand and gently raised you to your feet

"I walked you to a nearby diner, a place where you can be warm, a place where you could choose all that you wanted to eat

"You had a full English, and big mug of hot tea, I had a black coffee as I watched you eating hungrily and hastily "

"You were silent throughout, never speaking or questioning me, you gaurded your food so greedily and protectively"

"I drove you to my mother's house who never turned a soul away, 'look after her mother' I said, while I shop her some clothing, I'll be back later
to see how she's doing"

"On my return my mother greeted me, Tis an angel you found my son, go in and look at her...I walked in the living room and there you were sat, bathed and clean, hair long and golden, and with eyes of blue, I stood there stunned I could not take my eyes of you"

"There at my mother's you remained, for 2 years she cared for you, easing your suffering and ridding ou of your pain"

"Good friends we remain until this day, you built a life for yourself now..with a place of your own, and a good job too..often we get together and you recall that day, when I rescued you and altered your path in so many way's".

What gift is this that God has blessed me with....to absorb everyone's pain, to feel every cut and graze within....

Able to touch a person's hand, and know and feel whether they are good or bad...is this truly a gift, or is this my punishment, to endure and cure and mediate rifts...

My intuition is far deeper than is needed, to recognise sorrow within and the need to heal everyone's personal defects...should I fight this and be blind to peoples needs, or should I carry on God's work and reap the rewards of this blessed gift...

I walk in to an unknown dwelling, and I feel it's presence of past and present, I sense the presence of ancestors passed away, the room fills with the aroma of cookies and mince pies....

I walk the rooms to where my curiosity takes me, I smell past lives, tobacco smoke smoked from a pipe, old fashioned perfumed scent that still lingers...

Who smokes a pipe I ask, and who is wearing that sweet old fashioned scent....the last people to share this room my Grandmother say's...your great Grandparents..they of whom passed away twenty years ago...

She looks at me with tears that trickles down her long lived cheeks, don't fear it she say's, for it is a gift, you are blessed with this, use it to heal and help other's....

I feel this everyday, in one form or another..but no longer do i fear it or dismiss it's sense and power....what sacrifice is this if it heals other's pain..long may my gift continue, and never shall i let it wain...

With a love like mine, there will be no stubborn boundaries...between us there shall be no devide, no mistrust or lies, nor pointless doubts, suspicions or unfounded negativities

I'll kiss you to sleep, and stroke you when you are weary and restless, I'll sing you a melody, make love to you, I'll create you a haven which will leave you breathless

When morning breaks, i'll wake you with a smile, I'll tell you I love you, whilst looking deep into your eyes, holding your hand all the while

A tray of Breakfast in bed I shall bring to you, a choice of one of your funny herbal tea's, with a rose by the side, assorted toast and a selection of your favorite cheese

I'll run you a hot scented bath, and then undress your beautiful body bare, I'll handle you with tender love and wash your long wavy brunette hair

This is how your day's shall begin, this is how I'll love you, for I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, a love that you will cherish, adore, and compare with so very few

Friday night again, the eve before the weekend, I must stock up again, before Saturday dawns....

I wait until everyone's asleep, before tip toeing to the kitchen, with a brown paper bag, I hastily fill it...But carefully does it so it doesn't go missing....

I take a handful of cornflakes, as much as a six year old's hand can, I place them carefully in my brown paper bag, the flakes stick to my tiny fingers and my hand...

A slice of bread I add, I break it in to pieces, and usually I add some raisins for their sweet taste, and finally some chewing gum, as it was my favorite and it seemed to last for ages...

I carefully tip toe back to my bed, happy with my haul, I add my only possessions, a finger puppet in the shape of a teddy, and a little shiny marble...

It's 8am, Saturday has dawned, My brown paper bag hidden in my pyjamas..with my usual look of sadness, always withdrawn and forlorn....

'It's time' my father beckons me, I get out of my bed, the set of draws, the fourth draw down is open, I climb in and lay myself down, the draw is pushed closed, darkness now falls...

'Not a sound from you, or any form of movement' my father tells me, as the sound of lock and key begins my weekend of solitude, fear, hunger and torment....

These were my weekends for all my childhood years, filled with silence, darkness and unmentionable fears....

And a man I became, with my own thoughts and beliefs, no more hurt, or spoilt weekends, no endless silence or grief...

My time now given to children, to those in similar suffering, a modern day rescuer, my life devoted to end all forms of hurt, and instead allow the childhood of today to be lived and enjoyed as it always should be....