For my accomplished accomplice

Smile stay
be with me always
my lady eternal flame
light of life
wonderful haunting aching crying
raging at imagined deceit
coming up for air with a smile
alive in your golden eyes

You touched a place
no one reached before
nights days
all your crazy ways
wise alive
carefree child
companion friend
don’t let this ever end

We’ve got so far to go
farther still when we get there
but I wouldn’t want to get there
with anyone but you

Here lies the body of Obadiah,
died for the want of
an un-punctured tyre.

Obi.

Who will write the nursery rhymes?
Or tell the tales of old
Spring days
Long summer days
the Autumn days of gold
With winter days so cold
For the children have stopped singing
The playground is still
And the swings have ceased their swinging
No knock and run
Or just for fun
Making games up
And trying their luck
No clapping games
Or simple tag.
Not like the
Childhood
You and I had
It makes me rather sad
To think we might be the last
We who played outside

The great canyon mountain
Above is the vast blue horizon sky
Across there stands a tall
fearless high courageous mountain
portray bold as no others can defeat him
Like a mighty guardian angel come to
protect his nature land
In the hot barren dessert that it stands
despite facing many obstacles
nothing can tear it down
even with the own reflection echo sound
Through rain or shine, cold and hot
It stays strong and remains to survive
To let nothing breakthrough
With the thick and rough layer of skin

Echoing through nightmares untouched by the light
Contorting and blemished beneath drowned moonlight
Controlled by the pressures that force the dismay
Becoming the monster you fear more each day

Collect every camouflaged outbreak divulged
You creep around corners with weapons you hold
Conniving and patient, wait hours on end
To slither through dreams, into terrors you bend

Collectively cornered
against
the wall
while all my
thickening thoughts
begins to
fall into
A reticently
rambling refrain.
Erratically
rustling
through that
perilous
passageway.
Where every
faint flicker
in the dense
dwellings
of the dark
Just decides
to fade away.

Now that my head has cooled down a bit
The hot headedness of my youth has left me
I can see life through clearer eyes

I no longer demand much from it
I talk to it quietly,
As if to a mate on the road
Gently I tip my hat and smile
It's been a rough couple of years
I say, hat in hand
A rough couple of years
But we continue to trudge on

The afternoons are much kinder now
Quiter, and gentle on the soul
The nights, though empty and lonesome
Are filled with the brightest of stars

What do we call it
Emotions within our hearts
That make our lives whole

Mark loved to ski fast and barefoot.

His little sister, up on skis he put,

And showed his family how to fall,

Said to them all, “Curl up in a ball”.

Mark was a teacher, a sort of preacher,

Certainly a one of a kind creature.

He was so very good with anything water.

We miss Mark, but he left us his daughter.

Your beautiful eyes, disguise your lies
If looks could kill, and your will was mine
Then we’d look at each other, and both would die.
Your beautiful eyes, hide what is fine
Because lies catch up - it’s a race
The finishing line is sublime
Give it time, and you will see
That looks can deceive – an ace up your sleeve
A mirror image - fix your mind
A visual contraceptive - no finishing line
What lies behind, your beautiful eyes
Is an immoral brain - misaligned
So, see what you’re doing, don’t keep them closed