Trembling Hands

With trembling hands and a shaky breath I slowly hold my pen 

As I come face to face with life’s examination, now what exactly did I learn? 

You see I remember watching and listening but I didn't actually hear 

The questions of life I see before me now, make me feel and taste despair 

What I require is a tiny drop of inspiration to answer this stern test 

But all I can feel is a scary desperation eating its way deeper into my chest 

My once steely resolve is now as weak as a leaf blowing in the wind. 

And now, yes now, the voice of doubt rings loudly in my weary head 

“You better not fail or you will find yourself in that dark place of sorrow, and dread” 

So I say a quick prayer to banish these dark and scary thoughts 

I turn to the one I rely on, my one true rock when things get tough, my God, he that is more than enough. 

What I need is that divine illumination, what you might call a deep insight or revelation 

The answer to my problems, my driving force, that elusive inspiration 

I need inspiration the kind to spark the flame of imagination 

I repeat, I need inspiration the type that would rouse an entire generation 

I choose to step upon a path no one else has ever walked upon 

I’m looking for light on this dark path, the direction that I now head down on 

So with trembling hands and a shaky breath I hold my pen and face what life may send 

You see I now see the way; here comes inspiration, with it hard-work and diligence to an inspired end. 

He said, She said……………Goodbye

Hi guys this poem is the product of an exciting project that I recently completed. This is a fusion of two poems, one by myself and the other by the talented Toni Peters (@_ThatShe_ ) check out her blog: http://tonipeters.blogspot.co.uk/

Anyways read and enjoy !!

He said:

My modus operandi, I flash a smile, I care and my words are true

Big mistake, she’s not used to this, waves goodbye, arriverderci

Floods of emotion are held behind a dam of cold hard eyes

“It’s a fool proof method, my coping mechanism, don’t you agree?”

It is often said that actions speak louder than words

And the reality is that these actions hurt much more than words

This she has experienced, She just won’t trust, she has a tough hard exterior.

That's ok I understand your pain, you’ve been hurt so this facade is now your armour

They tell me “be what she had hoped you would be, stop, wait and listen”

But all she knows is that there are too many wolves in sheep’s clothing

I’ve tried but even when I tell you that you are the one for me

All that I can see in your eyes is a nagging doubt, Mon Cherie

Try as you may you cannot shake this feeling of sadness

The time has come to say that routine goodbye; romantic madness, a senseless au revoir

Tell me what has changed in you, because I feel the dreadful presence of déjà vu,

To me this goodbye is an excuse for you to run back to the heartbreaker

His ill treatment and danger, your intoxicating addiction, you are now a serial offender

It makes no sense, you want to feel safe and not shed tears from your beautiful eyes

But yet for no reason you choose that word to say: adieu, goodbye

Then She said:

There was nothing good about our love but it hurt to let you go.
Guess that gaga feeling, bad romance is  a feeling I now know.
You never made me feel complete but your absence made my heart deplete and sorrow is all it seems so bear as you are no longer there.
I still question the actual cause of our unexpected separation. We were good together, but fate didn't accept, and thought divided we'd be better.
So away we went without discussing what would happen the day that you and I should coincide by fate and meet along the way.
I've found it hard to feel that way about any other person, then I see you happy, and moved on well and your mind free of any burden.
It pains to know I could never bring smiles, towards your face. Mere bants and jokes is as far as I got in meeting your taste.
I don't still love you, the way I did, and I doubt I'd ever go back.
But did you really love me that way too, tell me lies or fact.
We're over now in all types of ways and it’s hard to be your friend, so this is my goodbye adios farewell
We've come to a peaceful end. 

Greed

Greed and Poverty have something in common

Both relations to money, they diverge and form a junction
The way to the left is paved with an unholy thirst and greed
A path chosen due to self satisfaction, not need
The greed in man is a callous consuming disease
One that feeds from the poor with disconcerting ease
Where is the compassion for your fellow human I hear you say?
I apologise because my news for you is harsh in nature today
Whilst fellow humans starve, thirst and freeze to death
The greed infected man drains out as much money as he can
What he fails to grasp is that when he dies he leaves the wealth behind on earth
The once poor man so desperate to escape his wretched past...
Forgets his roots and nails his flag to the greedy mast
Greed turns drive and ambition into a race to amass more than is required
But wait a minute, how much money do you actually need?
Or are his eyes so blinded to morality that his bank account is all he can read?
The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer
That's the current state of affairs, the lure of money grows ever stronger
Do not get me wrong, I plan to work hard and succeed
To reap the wealth that is borne from the diligence seed
My message says "beware of greed- a nasty disease"
A money addiction, a deadly thirst that will never cease

The Beauty of a Flower

This poem was written during a serious bout of insomnia sometime between the time of 12 and 2am, funnily enough this is when the 'creative juices' are flowing .... The poem is pretty self explanatory and I don't want to go all Shakespearean on you, but its one that means a lot to me:


Beauty does not require extra motivation
It does not need to be cajoled or seek retraction
My face is clouded by the need to understand you
My thoughts are those of intrigue, only thoughts of you
Blue is said to be the colour of sadness, this is one myth you certainly proven
As you beat me up, my bruises black and blue
Till the presence of my Clematis flower, changes, alters, heals my navy hue
Her strength and purity as alluring as her white petals
The red anthers distinct, unique, a rare hot passion they slowly ignite
Like a ribbon caught in the wind, her hair lifts, enchants, enthralls
There are many flowers in the field that much is true,
But my dear the truth is that not many captivate me as much as you
A gaze of disdain from you I have yet to see
Only those of joy and warmth, looks akin to the rays of sunlight
I am well aware that you are a joyful soul that runs free
What sets you apart is that your beauty does not falter
When the colour of life turns blue, I need not run helter skelter
I simply seek my flower, Clematis my escape from reality that sets me free.

So Im the newest entrant into the world of social and topical commentary which i am going to channel through my poems. I have a passion for creative writing and a disdain for misuse of grammar....this all adds up to a thought provoking poem (well thats the plan!!) 
This is my intro, I can assure you that things will definitely get more interesting :)
Watch. This. Space