Amy plays guitar

Amy plays guitar, her fender her heart
a blanket to comfort against the hurt
stands on stage centrepiece of the band
the spotlights glare, this should be dreamland

Amy feels the rhythm, picking notes that sing
the piece a sad song, an upbeat tone hiding the sting
a deceit to disguise her fears, plays a part to detract
no one knows her truths, all just an act

A pretty girl, opened so many doors
a world she wished she had never explored
all the backstabbing, corrupt, vile leeches
feeding off her misery, her broken pieces

The band lives on her fame, her name
never knowing the hurt and pain
she writes her words, picks her life apart for her art
Amy alone wears the scars, cut straight into her heart

Whips the crowd into a frenzy, a sea of energy
singing her words back at her, releasing the painful memories
calling for more, or are they baying for blood
every night she leaves the stage her tears flood

Amy played guitar, now shes in the stars above
couldn't take the pain of another show, she unplugged
as she looked down at the street below
she soared one last time, she flew

Thanks for reading,
Kyle.

nightlife

When the day becomes night
streets illuminate with incandescent light
the city gets a second round
daytime crowd long gone to ground

A flood of feet take to the streets
ready to eat drink and share in the beats
new life for these cold pathways
as the lovers find their own ways

Bars and food, this is what the nights bring
shops long closed tills ceased to ring
new world, a neon glow everywhere you go
the fresh faced barmaid sighs, is this all life bestows

These alleyways, varied life signs, the night their domain
trying to find others to fill the voids to let the heart rain
the cleaner watches from the office above
just wishing she could share the love

As the drinks flow, voices slur, the night blurred
a fight hateful passions ignite, anger stirred
the grey haired police man wishes he was on a day shift
too many quarrels, need to heal rifts

Closing time, the place begins to sleep
as the street cleaners sweep
another night on the town
so many stories abound

Thanks for reading,
Kyle.

Death beckons

Death stood, his pale glow holding me so, he said to me beckoning
I had reached my day of reckoning
pushed my luck too far, played all the wrong cards
waited for judgement, to answer my plea, to sort through my life's shards

Grim reaper in front tall and gaunt, looked like me
a mirror image it seemed, my death in my hands, my life a choice to be
can I be a good man, worth a chance
this question needed answers first, then I could advance

Angel of death suspends my ending
takes me on a voyage, mind bending
shows me a life fresh and new, a glimpse of hope
gives a smile, pushes me on an upwards slope

on my shoulder his bony hand guides me
shows me who is inside, if I just get free, get clean
a heart that wants to heal and save
a soul that wants to love and be brave

Could I fight my curse, beat my demons down
could I find my worth, beat a new rhythm now
Took a trip to find myself, to regain health to see who remains
deaths shadow still too close but he refrains

He says I have a path to take
as he vanishes with a firm handshake
my doctor stands he gives me a life at last
he says I can be free to escape the past

Thanks for reading,
Kyle

photograph

 

Found a photograph of you, from back in time, when we danced
long ago, a blurred past , wonder how your life has advanced
did you think of me, all those years we missed
do you remember our very first kiss

Found a letter written by your hand, in the sands of time
a note of love, flowed from within, allowed you to shine
remember the thrill of opening it still
sweet words written, we were smitten, let our young hearts spill

smell the scent you wore, an essence of love
lingers longingly in the air, as you stood as pretty as a dove
wonder do you think of these times
do they make you smile as you lay awake at nighttime

Do you still have the songs, handwritten for you, to show devotion
the tapes I would share, all chosen with a deep loving emotion
Those words I wrote, the pictures painted
do you still dream of those days we dated?

Thanks for reading, 

Kyle

Forest of lost hopes

The forest of lost hopes, a place I walk so often
wander through this path, in here its always autumn
amble amongst fallen dead leaves, golden tears of the trees above
as I remember my only real love

My feet wet as I walk this route, the ground sodden, saturated
i look back, last time I saw you, my tears build, devastated
add to the wet ground, as I recall the smile on your face
a look that stays in my heart for all time, its own place

Those years so far gone, they blur the memories, as I sit here
in this moonlit clearing, the dark blue black sky suits my mood, a shed tear
reminds me of the life we had, never knew it wouldn't last
never thought it would be snatched from sight. the sky goes overcast

Rain drips through the branches, welling up like the tears I cry
now so many, a tidal flow, all my emotions let loose, cant stop it, I try
the swampy ground consumes me, as I relive past mistakes
my love the one constant, honest, an eternal promise, I can never break

Night turns to day, find a way out of this woodland, life advances
I always hold you in my heart, though I never got my chances
I promised to protect you, to always love you
my son these promises are always still true

thanks for reading, 

Kyle

Demons

Demons in my head, never let me be
wont let me escape, can never flee
never let me sleep, they control my beats
they force bad thoughts, feelings, no retreats

Monsters control my mind, they trigger my hate
they stop me from finding myself, let me stagnate
stop me finding peace, force me down, I slide
to this darkness, a grim hell I reside

Beasts in the brain break my will
snap its goodness, crush it further still
ground you down, grind you out, further, deeper underneath
leave you fearing defeat, if you fail to stop and breathe

The phantoms that ignite my thoughts, fire my emotion
they leave me a charred husk, a rage fueled pile of ashes, an explosion
my self hate breaks me down, led by ghouls around,
my mind a fragile state, one escape, one way forward, write it all down

So as the creepy beings surround me, I can see a way free
a way to be me, no need to create a fiction or an unreal me
show the true me, not hiding in the dark, away from the world at large
stop listening to the deathly voices, and take charge

Thanks for reading,
Kyle.

Artwork  © Rebecca Costello.
Who hopefully will be providing more interesting pieces as time passes!

Spare a thought

Alone cold, these streets under the houses of power
a man dies, no one to care or share his final hour
the misery and plight he fought every fight
to gets some peace a bite to eat, with one last breath he took flight

Beneath a blanket of stars, nowhere to call home, died under parliaments glare
as the rich elite walked past, never glancing back, not a care
big ben struck midnight on his last gasp, a last chance to save a life
another injustice against us the public, no care for our strife

Out of sight out of mind is the way they react, deal with it another day
brush it away, pretend that all is okay, bus them away
put barriers in the way of sleep, this doestnt keep them off the street
stops you seeing them there, stops you having to care, a deciet

The shame, this country is wealthy, it is healthy
but it is broken and built on lies, a failure to humanity
a land of neglect and hate has been bred
we deserve more, a land of hope, our money spent to heal not a new warhead

Where is the compassion, a call for action
a blemish on our nation, we are made to beg for mercy, we are fed distractions
A plea, lets make this a land of belief
not in fairy tales, but in our peoples relief

A place where help is given, no questions asked
where the leaders care rather than turn their backs
lets show that enough is enough
live with respect and love

Dont lay blame anywhere but here,
this is caused by a lack of care
the only blame sits at the feet of those who lead
who decide if we get to feed

So spare some change, a change of minds
lets come together as people and open the blinds
lets do some good its about time
to do any less is a crime

Thanks for reading.
Kyle
 

guns

Another day of tears to shed, as the blood dries
too many young souls lost to the skies
Another crazed madman, a lone gunman
the people deserve better, where is the master plan

No excuses, these weapons of war need to go
they just bring death, serve no other purpose, we need to grow
more guns than people, that's just evil
the cycle begins again, unless we defeat these devils

Those who profit selling tools of death
how can you sleep at night, knowing your tools took a child's last breath
you are all to blame, this is no game
a time for change, time to feel some shame

Young hearts will live on, in memories in hearts and minds
lets make their lives mean something, lets show that we can be human KIND
let them live in a world where they don't need to fear
in a world we can all cheer

thanks for reading.
kyle

Games we play

We meet in secret, hidden from view, an embarrassment to you? did I cause strife?
not to be seen with, associated or known, kept apart from your life
if that is how it starts then how can we be real, truly feel, enjoy a film or share a meal
not enough to be happy with, how is this to live, to glow, to become a love that does grow

you hid me away, to stop any stories spread,
to control the narrative instead,
just puts me down, as I slowly drown,
in the rivers of tears shed, never enough to spare

am I just a game, then play with someone new
clearly not your player two
rather play solitaire, than be nothing true, kept away from view
where is the joy in this, if its a chore to you

A puzzle maybe, a conundrum to solve
a play of the board that you try to resolve
not just a quick blast
to be left ultimately downcast

sport to you, a supporting role
an unneeded teammate, you want to be the focus, score the goal
not just a bench warmer, to sit in reserve
whilst you get to live free with all your dreams, not what i deserve

so play your games, you will be left to moan
ill walk past let the world let me in, never alone
no real lover
game over

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

Happy valentines

To all the hearts, free and single

to those who care but dare not mingle

those who never get a card, a call are never chosen

to those whose mind wants to stop any love from growing

to the lovers who just lack a date,

all alone in their minds, the future seems to grate

oh the big hearted who just want to be held

to feel close, to cuddle to let the feelings meld

don't give up hope, love takes the long road around

don't fear, your heart will be found

if you feel empty, something missing, a love of promise

your song is being written, its a special chorus

to all of you, all who have felt loves pain

who still want to let it in again

you are not alone, its a great big world, so much love in it

7 billion souls all trying to connect, sometimes it lags a bit

so happy valentine day, open your hearts, let the love flow

find a piece of your heart to share

keep it safe for the one who deserves your glow

they will show when the universe is ready

thanks for reading.
kyle.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY love you all

after the storm

The floods came after the rain
bad thoughts, my head clouds over again
the depression swims deep, in the bleak murky water
as the sun starts to shine, after the floods, the warmth

After the deluge, washed away, left in dreaminess a cleanness, close call
a tonal shift, tide goes out, the water levels begin to fall,
senses calm after the storm, the heat and rays evaporate the rain
filling my love, my hope my warmth, dispels the pain

Through coursing rivers of tears,
that brought forward my fears,
the passing time clears the waters still,
brings comfort against all ills,

When the darkness grips, clings, crowds and entombs you whole,
it tears you apart, smashes your heart and leaves you cold
but after the torrents have decreased, the sun breaks free,
to heat up the day, to light up the way

The downpour will return once more,
but with love, guidance,family and friends,
you can stand on the shore,
watch as the storm ends

thanks for reading.
kyle

creeping dread

feel them crawling, a slimy mass, over my skin

creeping deep within, eating away my sins

feeding frenzy at the buffet of plenty

as they dine upon my soul, leaving me empty

they burrow down, devouring me now

I cant escape this fate, its destined somehow

a banquet of sorts, a five course repast

as they came to this treat, the numbers massed

they gorge away the flesh

a writhing mass of death

the body nearly consumed

let them ingest the rest and bloom

my fears like insects, bugs and beasts

eats away at me, chows down,  feasts
on anxiety, the creeping dread and despair,
consumes what once was me,

with each bite I grow stronger, just wait and see

thanks for reading
kyle, hope you werent eating!
Artwork  © Rebecca Costello.

movie screen reality

Is this reality? nothing like I'm shown on my TV
no quick escapes to happiness, no grand designs no three act story
our plot lines leave holes, all the times we dare not speak
our lifetimes create faults that cause things to break

In movies you always get the girl
save the world, get answers needed, defeat evil
the countdown stops before our final call
the world carries on as before, the curtain falls

In reality it doesn't flow so great
the girl walks the other way
the world is fucked, we left our stain
a never ending cycle of pain

Evil wins through, good gets beaten down
hopes, dreams dashed in an instant, zero on countdown
answers bring more questions, who can we turn to
we can never trust as all are out to get you

Give me the movie screen life
the perfect motion picture wife
the horrors they face in a day
would leave a smile on my face

They can never compare to the terrors
of human nature's endeavours
outside the window, past the door
in the world in which we were born

thanks for reading

kyle

out of time

Jumbled up thoughts, a confusion of sorts
a clumsy mind, blown and fried, a frail kind
a man from the past, limps into view, getting nearer
a mislaid highlight, a tearful sight, just me in the mirror

Asks where I've been, his voice from deep withintoo many days gone to the ravages of time, where have I been,
a fractured perception, memories shattered
like fragments, the old scene dead and scattered

My confession, could never get along, I tripped and faded
couldn't get a grip, could never fit, didn't belong, left so jaded
traces of my life, places I cant find,
deep in my self, my spirit left far behind

Friends forgotten, no one remains, this place doesn't feel the same
the sand trickles down, the seasons pass by, alone in life again
memories no longer retained
days hidden from this age addled brain

As scraps fizzle back I stagger for clarity,
pushed so hard, I crashed my own party
crushed my own dreams, loneliness my penalty
my own worst enemy

A wish away, those absent old days
those distant sounds that far away town
all those broken grounds,once was all new, a faded story
at peace with you, a day away, a long lost glory

thanks for reading.

kyle

Prison of the mind

Only took to myself to escape
years contained inside, life without shape
hostage to my thoughts each day
a ransom that no one could pay

my vault, like a nuclear bunker
deeply dug under, in slumber
world carried on above my hideout
I sat avoiding the fallout

A retreat, an island in this dark sea
stops anyone from visiting me
surrounded by ships,mines and sharks
my shelter the only landmark

this shell, a cell, deep in hell
hard to escape I could tell
built so well, crafted with tears
to find peace within will take years

one day it will fall as all walls should,
reclaim our place in this global neighbourhood
free from this prison of the mind, this cage of mine
so lets smash it down, one brick at a time

thanks for reading,
kyle

battle zone

Talking to you ignites thoughts inside
a battle zone where love goes to die
a desolate land where happiness cant thrive
a world of hurt where only the meanest survives

This war zone of the soul, a black hole
no escape from its hold
its grip, holds firm, crushes whole
thinking of you leaves me cold

You put me down too many times
a way to make you feel bigger
this was but one of your crimes
you make me hate myself and all I can deliver

So now you're blocked from view, can't hear from you
leaves me so much clearer
as I move onwards to better, bigger, a breakthrough
this life has become much dearer

thanks for reading

Kyle

This Angel

This angel, standing ahead of me, perfect in every way
her face a delight, lights up the night
her lips, full of love a dream to touch,
eyes that sparkle in glee, her arms to hold only me

A kiss shared a magical moment, a spark,
a lightning bolt to the heart, its beat on overdrive
this angel a sight, fall so fast
feel alive, like a magic spell was cast

This angel feels so right, so why am I struck by such fright?
is she really there for me, or is this all make believe?
is this fear in my head or is she a demon instead?
the thought of the pain sure fills me with dread

These fears, so deeply ingrained,
try to open, but I clam up, mess up
walk away, hide the feelings, keep them at bay
close the door before its opened, that way I cant be broken

thnks for reading

Kyle

pain flows red

You hit me hard, face splits, blood spills, I'm down,
the blows rain on, as the flow continues red from my crown,
take the beating, better to feel pain than the numbness within
feelings swell like the wounds on my face, gaining a thick skin,

When I was young, never could fight back,
now I don't want to, welcome the attack,
the pain sets free to feel alive in this moment,
the ache signals my brain there life in this man, damaged not broken

Tried to shout, but the words were stuck,
couldn't find a way to release,
inside trying to escape like a caged beast,
a roar to unleash, to let go, to be set free

So low too low,just want the numbness to go,
to let me scream, let me roar, let me find my voice once more,
to let go of the pain held inside, to find the joy I've been denied,
the confidence i once held, the things that have been withheld

thanks for reading,
kyle

Why would she?

Could never believe, why would she want him?
had no money or anything to give, his looks were not much, didn't keep trim
but she loved him from afar,
if only he could see, had so much to offer,

Heart the size of a skyscraper, towering above
filled to the brim with love.
so much to share,
she could see it there

Doubted his worth, nothing good in his world, no romance
alone, flitted room to room, never giving hope a chance
never letting in, keeping his thoughts within
never to share or tell her he cares, as if a mortal sin,

To show we are there, our love is here,
we have much, so come and share this touch,
to let you in,
instead we accept fear, let hurt win

Why make it so tough, love, a curse for the shy,
all you want, to make someone happy, to give all you have, not a bad guy
as we ask ourselves why
does life make it so hard to let our feelings show, our voices grow, let our hearts glow

thanks for reading,

kyle

Across the seas

As far as can be, never far enough

happily sail across the seas, choppy and rough
the distance alone would set me free
far away from memories of you and me

An house in the hills
or an island away from life's ills
a mountain top, high above
or a valley hidden from the ones once loved

Far from the dreads and fears
away from those things that led here
happily fly away, into the sun, a warmer place
or into an empty icy waste, a distant space

The woods far from people who cause no good
an empty beach, sand bleached by the sun, the solitude
a freedom from those attitudes would certainly suit my mood
as i watch the world rush by, id sigh and enjoy this interlude.

thanks for reading.

kyle

Trickle

Scream at the sky, why, did all I could in this life,
never was enough, it does crush us underfoot, always on the edge of a knife,
it dents our hopes, shatters dreams, leaves us nothing to cheer,
we give all we have to live poor, in debt to the men we fear.

all is never enough for some, they need more,
to feel their worth soar,
too much doesn't exist for them,
the figures can always rise again.

it never trickles down, a lie to keep people sated,
they just use bigger a cup to collect more, as we sit by feeding on the dregs, deflated
we make do, fighting between ourselves for scraps
making less and less , never enough to avoid the traps

the test can we accept less, can we live with none,
this figure suits them best, destroy the workforce, cut costs at every turn,
they earn their place at the table of wealth, but all will never do, reinvest
not enough they will fight to have some more, till there is just one left

on their diamond encrusted golden throne, atop mountains of cash,
in their shiny tombs, built with the blood of the common people, but it is so flash,
no one will care or know, as you sit all alone, high above,
and wither away, your wealth no trade for a heart filled with love,

thanks for reading.
kyle

Destined to be

was it Fated to be, saw from afar, felt it must be, in the cards

born into this world in the same time span, a billion to one chance

the odds stacked against, the world never made sense

two hearts along for the ride, a journey we started this night.

was this destiny? destined to be, seven billion lives and ours collide

born into this storyline, this fairy tale ride, our dice rolls high

another time, could have missed this, could have turned left skipped it

instead glances struck, connection across the room, a kiss shared by the eyes.

foretold by the stars, constellations sang of this love

could have missed the bus, walked by this place, gone home to bed

could have been born in different times, you here today me sat in a long past day

this is the game the universe plays, chances so slim, held our glances, hearts began their dances.

must be written somewhere in a book, a prophecy of love, long overlooked

could have met a friend or watched a movie instead, could have walked right past, but i was hooked

so many ways we could have not met it would be wrong to waste this

as we get close in each others arms and embrace it.

A fortune told, this love was meant to take hold

this was predestined to be, you and me, this room its views, just a setting for two

set of paths, any turns would set us back, left in a different life, a storyline with no love in sight

we took all the right steps to make this story unique to set this story free.

sent here today, pushed on by hidden hands, to take the right road

to share in our passions, set fire to our hearts minds and souls

our whole being ablaze with the love inside as we dance together for the first time

as our eyes interlock, hold us transfixed, we share our first kiss, a first moment of true bliss.

thanks for reading
kyle (the completely hopeless romantic poet)

mythmakers

Myth makers, story tellers, weavers of tales,

a breed alone, to lay out their worlds and set sail,

their minds a glow with inspiration,

fires their passions the imagination.

songwriters poets and musicians, all speak with a flow,

tell their lives as songs to fill our souls, show us ways to go,

to flirt with their angers passions and lust,

their stories in sound give us a sense of trust.

artists and sculptors, among the finest,

their works tell us of worlds that are not our own, a whole new brightness,

to spread new ways to view something ordinary to make it unique,

a different way to see, a shift in perspective, enjoy this tweak.

art comes from the heart, to heal to help grow,

to share seeds of which we can sow,

to see the world from different angles, to watch it form its own meanings,

to set our emotions free to unleash new feelings.

thanks for reading
kyle
Artwork  © Rebecca Costello.

long gone days

Did you know I was there, all those years, spent trying to get you to share,

a lifetime away, those long gone days, as I flirt with the past I feel you there,

a story forgotten, memories long buried, hidden deep where the mind doesn't seek,

a picture comes to mind, a day in time, a thrill of the mind, a still, a peek.

as I sit and reminisce, start to fit this together, and reflect,

 see you in every piece, like a jigsaw puzzle, with you its subject,

a silhouette an image just out of view, yet its undoubtedly you, a memory at last,

the long dark hair, that framed you there a moment comes back, a spark of that past.

you were always the one, the sun the moon they shone, back to the days we begun,

was smitten, our love though was intermittent,

if it was true, our love we knew, then how am I here instead of there sharing the view,

this love never blossomed, could never bloom into a flower as pretty as you,

some nights as i sit, alone awake with my heart at stake, feel a part rip as my hearts beat skips,

all the things we could have seen,

the things we should have been,

why do they now only come in dreams.

thanks for reading,
kyle (the dreaming poet)

Nighttime flights

sun sets,  awake as night time begins to loom, to unwind,

a  time to shine, to illuminate the mind,

to thrive in the dull light

as day turns to night

darkness my friend, heals, holds my hand,

my muse in this blanket of shadows, help my thoughts expand

the twilight sets free senses in me, a moments clarity,

mind free to explore the deep shores, its peaks and valleys,

the crisp cool air, entices my vision, to envision worlds afar,

no fears no worry, just a free flow of thoughts, my reservoir,

to give me words, to spark my inspiration,

to set ablaze the powder keg of my imagination,

in the land of the night i feed my creations,

set them free to live and breath to give them motivation,

this almost silent hour, alone alive mind a fire,

sets my spirits free, unleashing the real me,

the hour protects, helps to project,

new words on this page, they inspire me again,

to collect new thoughts to sort them through,

throw bad ones out, give me a new world view.

thanks for reading
kyle