Turn the corner

Turn the corner 

And you are there 

Grey and white 

It is a memorable sight 

Silently without expectation

No time given for anticipation 

I suppose I was lost in thoughts, they were raining down in a haze soft warming light 

Very difficult to detect but the sensation is quite perfect.

Turn the corner 

Live the dream

Day by day 

Unseen and unknown yet they mound and shape the way the days goes by

All as along as you come by

Mimic your footsteps

And the style

After a single glimpse of your smile

Without even knowing it

New habits are born

I could have sworn life was different yesterday

But somehow it has all changed slowly and steady over time

The more that was obverse the more the mind began to preserve 

Not to perturb or obstruct, that would be quite absurd. 

Turn the corner 

And evolution began

All because of the sight of one individual with a appealing nature and manner 

Perculiar how he human brain works in the wake of seeing something pleasing and unknown

Emotional propensities to a level of immense density 

Could this last for an infinite time with equal intensity.

Turn the corner 

Navy and black

Black and white

It’s a curious sight 

One that attracts and inspires

Without realisation or reason

It’s all part of humanity and it’s gift for wonderful creations in the mind

Upon catching sight of something so called “the apple of the eye” beautiful and divine.

Turn the corner

Open the door

It’s a fun adventure that will remain in our memories forevermore 

Turn the corner.



You are like the ocean 

You are like the ocean

The way your mind is open and filled with possibilities, endless and unlimited 

Uninhabited and unrequited, you are like the ocean that sparkles in the midday sun

A drift with a unique gift that sets up the tide to carry me away to wherever your heart desires.

You are like the ocean 

Bringing life and light throughout the day and night 

Connected to the moon that keeps your harmony in check 

That reminds you of the light of your life, perhaps one day your future wife 

You are like the ocean in the way you cause quite a commotion 

With the endless restless swaying and leading astray only to discover that this was were we belonged all along.

You are like the ocean 

I want to swim beneathed a starlit sky watching the twinkling miniature masses of cold dusty light inspire all manner of tales.

There is no beginning or an end when I began to decent to th dark blue depths where all your secrets are kept. 

The moon keeps the gravity in check that sets you to take the ups and the downs of life in your stride, the perfect measure of the tide, maybe destined once day to be your bride.

You are like the ocean 

Taking mind and body away to a place known as home that resides by the sea, the very thing that connects you to me, in this endless existence of mystery.

You are like the ocean 

Beautiful and powerful in every way 

A single look and I am lost for days 

For an eternity I could stay without sorrow or dismay

You are like the ocean, the perfect getaway. 

Partners in crime 

Partners in crime 

Partners till the end of the line 
A divine arrangement that is constantly changing 

The brain and the heart are in need of some rearranging 
Partners in crime 

As the violins are playing to the command of an atmospheric piano’s tune 

Underneath the dark and pale marble sky 

Unbeknownst to all a tale is about to be told 

One where rebellion conquers all in the wake of the thrill and fire 

The risk and potential ire that may arise 

It is a situation crafted for compromise and the risk of image being demised

Partners we shall remain till the end of the line
Partners in crime 

The brown eyes hold all the keys 

Just a single glance and all reservations will fall to their knees 

Only if you please as we command 

It’s not as though this situation is something we can demand

Breathtaking in a literal sense 

Brace for impact as the masquerade is about to commence 
Partners in crime 

Partners till the end of the line 

The orchestra has begun and so must we in dancing to this macabre of a melody 

It’s all part of the course of destiny 
Partners in crime

Time eternally on our side 

The Montagues and Capulets get in line 

For it was all about the thrill 

Sparking green eyes making an entrance once again 

A wink and a smile is all it takes 

The state is set for a scandal 

Nothing a simple smoke screen cannot handle 
Partners in crime 

To the end of the line 

Your hand in mind 

The brain and the heart working together combined 

An elevated emotion with a clear intention 

There won’t be a Bonnie and Clyde style intervention 
Partners in crime 

Partners till the end of the line

 Hand in hand and hearts entwined 

The rivalry lingers loud and clear 

It’s all part of the thrill and the fear 

As the melody plays and we engage in the serenade 

Brown and green eyes entwined 
Partners in crime 

Partners till the end of the line.


The Fall 

I saw the fall before it came 

That feeling that erupts in the tip of the toes and rising up to the brain 

Every sensory neuron working overtime to respond and colletste what couldn’t have been anticipated 

I saw the fall before it came 

The foundations had been set long ago and craved with the signature of your name 

You were the teacher in command yet equality was your philosophy 

It took some time to be reminded of all that had been rejected and neglected, the very thing that aided in life to be perfected, showing me all the things I was too blind to see

It’s no wonder certain symphonies serve as a reminder to everything you were

 Even though as the years go by it all feels like a blur, the old moments or sights trigger a sensory response from neurons to the brain, keeping the memories in places and refreshing the feelings that grow more appealing 

I saw the fall before it became

Even though you linger on somewhere in the clouds during the day and amongst the stars at night, knowing you are there through the single one shining brightest, a twinkle of reassurance and command, to be brave and do all the things to make you proud

I saw the fall before it came

Craved words with purple ink as a reminder and a promise fulfilled, I could be just as brave as you and live to the full.

Travelled to your land, surveyed all that you had claimed so grand, and was reminded of childhood from not so long ago, of a place where it was possible to call home living in solitude without ever being alone.

I saw the fall before it came

Perhaps all the things I do now are in your name, but in reality they are everything I ever wanted but was too afraid to try, always stuck in a position of wishing and wondering why

That all became history on the day you arrived into life, then depart and later retired to another place. 

I saw the fall before it came

Through all the regrets and there are still plenty to create, so many promises unfulfilled, and yet so many achieved, if only you were here to observe and believe

I embraced a hero with a smile like warmth and fire, with eyes of kindness that created a quagmire of emotions only you would understand, kindred spirits from the same nation after all.

I saw the fall before it came 

The battle rages on and often there are time when it seems lost, but not for long, as you once used to teach, to rise and brush away the dusty regrets that made us feel like a mess, and carry on, a new chapter, another chance for there are only so many till it comes to an end and eternal rest and sleep is the final end.

I saw the fall before it came

Now the flight arrives to carry away all the doubts that lingered on before I knew your name

Into the blue, as the moon rises above the ocean, the same devotion reigns

To keep the neurons firing and to keep on surviving, though there will be nobody like you

I saw the fall before it came, and everything shall serve as a reminder to how you made life divine. 

Life in black and white 

Life in black and white
No light or brightness in sight 

Delights were rare and excitement minimum to the point of being bare

Little was there to care, only serving to survive, the fragments of hope kept hidden

In fear of discovery and demise

To what surprise did arise upon the sight unexpected and fair

That illuminated the sky with a fiery glow that shone warmth and repair

Life in black and white

Silence ruled and any scrap of happiness taken too far, like a draft of nicotine it sent the senses on a temporary ride away from reality

Fleeting though it felt, it was worth it in the aim to escape and recover from the present 

Life in black and white

Till appeared a simple soul, ordinary to most, but extraordinarily to a few

He arose out of the blue, and seemed to understand what others could not

As those hoped and expected to be equal turned out to be nothing more than evil

Until he appeared, with eyes of gold and green, a voice deep, honest and sublime

A rare jewel of purity divine

Life in black and white 

Then he appeared and drown the planet in color and sound, often with a single notion or motion

He did something profound that quietly astounded and set alight a fire in the torrential rain when warmth and light was not insight

Life in black and white

What he represented and what he prevented

Even in the pouring rain, it made no difference so long as he remained, commanding the land with sound that drowned out the thunderous lightening 

An antidote and a cure to the darkness and colorless world so commonly known

In times of trouble or need he’s there, selfless and true, representing something more than kindness 

Perfection is non existence and never would he be labelled as such

But upon examination in a world filled with melancholy and sorrow, came he and all he represented, that kindness exists and beauty too, with the colours and light that followed wherever he goes

Life in black and white 

A glass is raised, filled to the brim with thanks and praise, lost in that eternal gaze, of a beautiful figure in soul and voice, erasing the darkness and restoring light and joy once more. 

Remember his touch, remember his voice, remember the warmth of he embrace and how it felt like wings preparing the soul to shoot up into the blue and white sky, as the sun shines its’ fiery glow

And the oh so familiar life in black and white was gone forevermore.


Tiresome are the tears that drench the skin, rendering every fibre of our beings thin

The expressions of melancholy misery as we lash out and blame others close and dear in some bid to prove how bad and cruel we truly are 

The hate and self loathing, like some ritualistic method of scolding. It’s the reason for being g disliked and abused is the reply, at least then it can be said that it was deserved and my doing for it was I in control.

Tiresome are these words that are dangerous and wrong, for there is often no reason or blame to pin on those others than the ones resoinsjbke for the pain caused. It gets better, don’t fret, or else live to wallow in regret.

Tiresome is the constant assurance then it wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t deserved, yet when it happened so much how else can be it explained, somewhere along the path the blame falls to my door 

How far can the bar be raised until breaking point is reached and all hope is obsolete 

It is not fair to rely and linger on the same tree branch weighing down, fit to break, perhaps today will be better than anticipated or expected. There is another chance for the old ways to be rejected

Tiresome are the tears that linger in a neverflow of what’s wrong, what is there to do,

Always so angry always so sad, the diagnosis is in, the survey says you are mad 

That ache to be needed and acknowledged whilst craving solitude and invisibility 

In a crowed room or an active screen, the loneliness reigns supreme 

Shiny and clean on the surface, always on the edge, promise to be better and not let the melancholy win

Tiresome are the tears that stretch the tolerance thin, craving the darkness in the light, mind stuck in a deplorable state, can’t even bring ourselves to move, frozen in this state when all I wanna do is run to you

Tiresome patterns and attempts, reinvent and recreate, a new jersey to wear, got a new style for my hair, color the past away, it did nothing but bring life down anyway 

Injection of purple to the skin, mini notes to remind and prevent the risk of a formidable path creeping up ahead,  made a vow to preserve and protect, yet other wants to hurt remain 

Tiresome is the self loathing, that feeling of constant forboding, cursed with blessing of a simply life, irritated and upset, not a single day can go by without a melancholy moment filed with angst and rage

The results are in and it confirms the sin, mind gone to waste, a total disgrace, madness and misery has come to be the mistress in your place 

Hope is gone, fear reigns on, making plans and going places, yet nothing works and back down to the same old story 

Tiresome is the wish to be better than this, just keep on reinventing and pretending to the outside world, whilst within lies the reality and tolerance is waining thin.

Tiresome are these tears and constant fears, of dreams and desires, perhaps this will be the cure, to remedy away the negativity and make it no more.

Follow the inspiration and the love, it’s wholesome and real, from a country where the best things come in threes

Unable to fulfil, the fears are there as well as the risks of going alone in vulnerable solitude, the dangers are there, probably best to stay in bed.

Tiresome is the build up to this final examination, it’s the topics they say, the fundamental cause of this depression, wait for it, here comes another act of terrifying aggression, commencing the tears and fears

Unable to breath, when will it stop, will it be safe? Confess these fears to a tired reception, the knifes are out and laced with aggression, unable to understand, perhaps the diagnosis was right and it’s all part of being mad.

Tiresome, this is becoming, to follow and go after will be validating the woes the overheard voice goes, but to ignore and leave alone will create sadness and guilt, there’s no way to win 

Tiresome, all this is becoming, perhaps it’s the lack of discipline and the never ending distracting at a beck and call, starting to think friends don’t exist anymore

The sight of the reminders raise the alarms, who knew at this age it would all still be responsible for harm 

Tiresome all this has become and the hour is late, better rest the head and pray that tomorrow will be better for all our sakes. 



Inspired that late night craving for adventure 

To explore the open road and go till the land becomes no more

Beckoned by the navy sea waves whispering intriguing mysterious 

What tales of the world do they decree on the quest to liberty 

Don’t take it to heart the gestures that were made, worthy to nobody in particular 

Even though deep down lies a stickler for positivity and success 


Lets go for a stroll

And exhale the emotions till they evaporate without a trace 

Oh for the chance to erase the memory of your embrace that shattered every barrier despite the best efforts to resist and restrain 

An icy heart now heated like a marathon running just before the finish line

Determined and stubborn, filled with fear, surely there must be a way to disappear  

Insert that age old line, how the heart wishes you were mine, not a prince but a king 

No sacrifice too great, no burden too heavy to contemplate, no demand too severe 

Mutual and understanding, on both sides would the parts be played, with you coming to my aid

Through it all lies a soul built to persevere without the necessity of fear 

It is non-existent when the sweetheart is near 

Down the cobbled street or along the grass cover field far from the prying eyes of reality 

Instead I raced down the steps and collapsed on the stone floor, till a bystander came to ask if all was well

How did I reply? Oh, it is fine, the clock struck the hour and I had go.

Attention was never one that drew much affection or desire, better to linger in the shadows 

Private and reserved, making sure nobody is perturbed or disturbed

But the mere notion of that seems obsurd as the daydreams and prayers go on unheard 

The opportunity past, the moment never permanent to last, with the eyes of all upon thee

The will and want for the audience to depart

What say you, Sweetheart, sparking eyes of gold and green, from a land deemed tooregal to be real 

How many nighttime drives and strolls will it take to forget and disengage from the memories I am too weak to let go

To immerse in the navy blue sea with waves whispering tales of mystery

If only it was possible to see what the future held in store for thee

All this is temporary and will reach its’ conclusion soon

Call me a sweetheart, I’ll say the same of you but never to your face or in a place where you can hear

Ruled as always by fear and the endless need to disappear 

The thrill that lingers in fading away, and never have you know what is truly felt 

To be erased into the night until the memories of you are vanquished from mind and sight

If only it were that simple to lead a heart astray as mine has been many years by good graces and chance 

Sweetheart, just call it a day, pronounce the illusion deceased and long gone 

The night has arrived and the adventure has begun, for how long am I suppose to run

Until the road ends after going around every single bend 

Travel the navy blue sea till out of trace or sight 

Bidding the old life a joyous so long and goodnight 

Caught up in a sweetheart’s embrace and now it’s time for myself to be a peace 

In a place unknown 

To exterminate and recreate my heart and soul anew once more.