A Gypsy's Key

I have the key,
I've got the key
But to what,
Who knows where;
Or how to get there
Or why. Still
And still I try.

Sometimes I sit and beside me I cry,
Where I look
Of all I search.
I try try try
But it doesnt fit,
There is no place that seems to be
To fit the me, to fit this key.

Give it up
Show me the way, this goddamned noise
Deafening me
Drilling into my skull,
Letting it all drip out

Then I am nothing but a mess
A puddle on the floor
Crying on the key.

Is that the door?

For When The Devil Is Behind You

Don't forget
All flowers push up through dirt,
No matter how bright and beautiful.
It's what makes you unique,
Enigmatic, and you.
Labels cannot stick to you, never, not
Like the others and the others do.
Embrace the freedom that has given you wings.

Beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder,
Rather, (and here comes the maths) it is everything you do
Over everything you don't,
Added to everything that is you.
Don't stay in the negative too long
(Logic would assume that negatives are just wrong)!
Everything that is beautiful, is everything, is
You.

Fire, Glow

In the drip drip dripping tap,
I hear the tick tock ticking clock,
And the chimes as it strikes: 
Nine on the mantel top.

The fire pop pops and crackle cracks,
As the silence of the snowy night
Rap tap taps at the door.
There is nobody here;
now or ever before;

But the fire burns
And the clock ticks on -
And will only stop when the time is all gone. 
The comfy sheets, and those puffy pillows 
Will st

ay permanently plump,

Eagerly awaiting

The last pops and crackles from the hearth,

The quick cold footsteps

And the slump and the two bodies jump

Retreating for the night. 

In the ticking clock I wait,

Tending to the fire 

The kettle at the boil, 

Ready for desire,

I keep the pillows plumped

And the home a beacon in the night,

That her adrift in the snow dark sky will see my light.

Yet still there is wine and tea and food to eat, 

Warmed toes by the fire.

What can I do, 

Everything is ready.

All I need is you.

Day Four - The Cat Naps In Camp

The cold plastic material smell
Blotting out every other sense,
As the husk drips and sweats
With the dark breaths of night.

The tearing shudder
Throwing back the skin,
Dragging in the morning light
As it sniffs at this new day.

Jostling for freedom
The man is expelled,
As the day reaches for all it can:
Kissing, dewy, blissful white.

The air holds nothing of the night,
Only the smile is left:
This absurd world -
Stretching into the day

Like a lazy Chesshire Cat.

Kubus Only Tasted Good Because You Recommended It

The best thing I have ever known
Is seeing your smile
Blot out the summer sun.

The sweetest song that has ever been sung,
Flutters around my head
With every word you speak.

The closest to peace there ever was,
Is sitting by your side,
And the touch of your hand.

Without you, my life would go on;
Without the warm Summers breeze.
Without you the colours wont shine,
They wont paint pictures
In the Autumn leaves.

Without you a smile uses muscles,
To counteract a frown.
With you, I hardly noticed;
But it was always around.

If only time could stop,
Then I could win your heart.

You don't love me
And probably never will.
I wanted to tell you how you make me feel.
To show you.
I could never do that.  I love you too much.

The best thing I have ever known
Is standing in your smile.
Though it is all it might ever be

I just can't stop.
I can't stop loving the birds, the littlest insects, people as the pass me by,
The leaves, and the trees, the sun, wind, the rain;
The night, the day, food;
Every little problem in my life, every success,
Every time I think it is the end.

It shines on in pure blissful knowledge.
It shines because you make it shine.

The best thing I have ever know
Is you.

So Pitiful

I liked to think I wasn't alone;
But even my own reflection wont look at me.
I cried the other night,
Only to find myself
Mocking and laughing
At the idiot that I was.
I find myself
Just barely tolerating
My feeble body and weak mind.
Shedding my skin
Like returning home after a winter walk;
One that involved much exertion.
I don't care much to think of myself,
I am not sure we even get on,
I'm happy this way.

When Only The Clouds Move

Don't be so sure,
It's as easy to say it wont snow tomorrow.
I feel the cold, can't you.
My limbs and extremities shook,
All I feel is numb.
Like ice, only not enough hair
To stand up to this.
A lot can happen before tomorrow.
Its getting cold as this day
Only grows short.
Where is everyone.
Time is ready to freeze
The blank sickness
Of the white sky,
And the tame frosted glass
Grass hills.
All still like a night illuminated;
I sit smudged across
A photo of warmth and awe,
In this frozen scene.
I burrow and dig,
I am long gone,
Frozen: just ice.
You'll come out in the thaw.