My Poem “Loving You”

I can’t stop thinking about
the one who saved me…
I can’t stop seeing in my mind
the one who completes me…
I can’t stop remembering
the one million and more memories
that I and the love of my life have shared…
I can’t stop wishing once every second
that I were back there where my angel of inspiration
every day shines and hypnotizes me
with the gorgeous glare of her beautiful stare…
I can’t stop thinking about where we have been
and what we have both seen…
I can’t stop reliving those moments
and the best times of my life,
because what we have experienced together felt so incredible,
amazing and heavenly to me they could easily have been a dream –
but they were not merely a dream… they were real…
everything that I still remember so vividly happened
and the stories that we both can retell word for word
in perfect symmetry and synchronicity are all true…
I can’t stop believing that no matter the time
and the distance between us that we are always going to be
two halves of the same heart and soul,
and when I look into the eyes of my muse
that mesmerize me every time I see them
because they are so vibrant and strikingly blue,
even if I cannot always be heard saying a single word
I am always saying to you, Melissa,
my fiance, that I love you!
I can’t stop the fountain of love that I feel for you
from flooding the world and showing anybody and everybody
how, what, and why I love you the way that I do…
I can’t stop and I will never stop loving you and only you.


My Poem “Five years ago today”

5 years ago today… I was a poet then and I am still a poet to this day… there was snow to be seen everywhere I looked, but I was not cold… I held up a window and a mirror for others to see into my soul… some things never change, and some things always do… I remember where I was and what I was doing five years ago, but do you? When I think back, I have not changed that much… When I look around at the world as it is now I can see and I can still remember all the things that I have seen and all the things that I have experienced that continue to mean so much. Five years goes by so fast. This is not my first retrospective flash from the past – and I know for a fact that it won't be my last. #improv #poetry #poem #onthefly #me #fiveyears #today

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A little improvised poem I just wrote on the fly after looking at this picture of myself from five years ago.

My Poem โ€œRoughโ€

There will be so many people
sleeping rough with a hard pavement
as their place of rest this Christmas…
There will be so many homeless men and women
sleeping on park benches
or on the green grass of public places
as they try to stay alive
as best that they can over the festive season…
There are so many people who I see daily,
weekly, sitting or lying on the ground
with their heads as low as they can go
who look as if they have given up
and as if they have lost any sense of hope:
people who feel like living on the streets
is their only option
because they have nowhere else to go…
I cannot imagine how it must feel
to live such a life of desperation –
there are people who do give whatever they can
to people who are homeless,
and there are even churches
requesting anyone who can
to donate a coat that they no longer wear
so that someone who hasnโ€™t got one
and someone who needs one can have one…
I have asked myself many times
what the answer is to this troubling
epidemic of homeless people
that is endemic to big cities
all around the world –
from New York City in the U.S.A.
to Birmingham in the U.K. –
and the unfortunate reality
that always presents itself to me
is that there is no silver arrow idea
that could completely put an end
to the problems felt and carried every day
within the heart and the mind
of those who live on the street…
All the money in the world is not enough,
love alone is not enough,
and time is not always the greatest of healers
to a long-term problem…
Life is not always easy for anybody –
however, I believe that we as human beings
need to start turning our attention
more to those people who feel like
they do not have much,
those people who need to be given a hand
and lifted up off of the ground:
those people for whom life is as hard
as the ground that they sleep upon
each and every night,
and those people for whom every day of their life
is as rough as it could ever be.


Poet of the Sphere

My Poem โ€œThe Mazeโ€

Into the maze I walk…
Into my mind I fall…
Into the well of my dreams I dive…
Into the place of love
where I feel the most alive…
I see painted upon every wall
reflections of my life…
I hear the echoes of voices
that sound so loud
they could be the sonic boom
of a lightning strike…
Into the maze within me
is where I go to find inspiration…
Into the maze that I have built over time
is where I go to find the things
that were born from my imagination…
Into the maze is where I go
to marvel at the stars
of my internal constellations,
and when I reach the centre of my maze,
the heart of my labyrinth,
the core of my soul,
that is where I always find someone waiting for me:
the person who I would protect and do anything for
and the person who gives my life meaning…
I have searched so many times, in so many places
but the love of my life, Melissa,
has been for so long, and she always will be,
the one who I find and who finds me
within the maze of my mind.

My Poem “The Heart of A Wolf”

As wild as a wolf –
that is how my love for you
makes me feel…
my heart beats so fast
and the sound of my soul
being renewed over and over again
is so resonant that it may be mistaken
for that of a howl…
the passion, the energy, the spirit,
the fire of love for you
that courses through my veins
always makes my blood run hot…
my memories of you and I together
are so detailed and they are so potent
that I cannot get enough of the feelings
that they make shine
like the sight of a full-moon…
I have never in my life been so in love…
Melissa, my muse, my love,
you are so beautiful
you must be an angel…
I can see your breathtaking face as I write this,
and I just want you to know
that the love that I feel for you
will always and forever
be as wild as that
of the heart of a Wolf.

My Poem “The Old Mark”

There is a man looking at me
before my eyes…
there is a man looking at me
who I do not recognize…
there is a man looking at me
who has my memories…
there is a man looking back at me
as I look at them who has been
growing within me for years…
there is a man who has lived
every day with me, and I realize
now that we are eye to eye who they are…
there is a man who is as close
as can be to me
who used to be nothing more
than a shadowy figure on the horizon…
there is a man who looks like a man,
but who also seems so alien to me
that for all I know
he could have come from Mars…
there is a man who was once young
and unscarred by life, by people, and by himself,
but who is who I see now in X-ray
and for all his faults…
I see myself as I once was, and as I am now –
one and the same, a man of light and a man of dark…
I see the young dreamer,
and the old Mark.