The river flows

The river flows
beside houses where love grows
meandering along lonely banks, it makes its way
a flower waves, as the breeze makes it sway
ripples on the surface hide secrets deep
down underneath, tales held in sleep

All of the stories it has heard
the muttered words
that uttered curse
the stuttered verse
a poet trying to find words that flow
like the river below

The waters spoke
in hushed tones
every secret insight
into the loves and lives
it carries them with purpose
like a leaf on its surface
to set the words free
it spoke to the sea

Thanks for reading

Peace and love

Kyle.

Summer rain

The way flowers sway

dancing in the breeze

the trickle as rain plays

a tune to bring us to our knees

The way still waters start to ripple

under raindrops, that sparkle and shimmer

surface jitters amidst the drizzle

natures glittery moves glimmer

The way the spray splashes, in playful skips

as the rays of sunshine break free again

a dazzling delight as if swinging hips

the music and dance of a summer rain

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Three Wishes

If I had three wishes to make true

I'd only need one, a lifetime with you

the girl who makes the days feel right

such a beautiful sight

A fantasy of a girl, with long, flowing hair

like waves on oceans of love, I long to be there

held forever, a shipwreck in your deep seas

with the one that makes me smile with ease

The girl who makes the sun shine bright

who never stops the rain, to cool the night

she lays with a smile no one can displace

the one who makes hearts race

Just a wish, a coin in the fountain

I would climb any mountain

for the one that pulls the stars from the skies

the girl with loving eyes

If I could make all my dreams real

in front of the girl, that sits in my mind, I would kneel

I'd ask of wishes I could grant

and do anything she wants

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

The scent of flowers

The scent of cut grass, this place could be Eden

birds singing songs of love and freedom

we lay under branches, beneath blue skies

living in each others eyes

This place could be Heaven on earth or anywhere

a desert island in an unfound land for all I care

as long as you and I are there, under the sky above

sharing our looks of love

The warmth between us, suns heat caresses

hearts skipping beats, forgotten stresses

eyes dance in longing glances

this place entrances

So lucky to be alive

sharing this sunny day

these special hours

the scent of flowers

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Concrete and tarmac

Raindrops race down the window pane
tears stream down his cheek
cool morning breeze, clings like cellophane
mist against glass, the fog so bleak

Ice glistens in the dawn light
steam rises under the suns rays
pain inside, cold as a freezing dark night
heart stops its beat on these cold days

Dull skies over the silver steel skyline
concrete and tarmac, dark stony black
shades of grey, a monochrome mind
brain clouded, smoky, under attack

Hunched against the chill wind
that gets into your bones
alone, with no hope, or home, belief dimmed
no one hears his moans

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Embers in a dreamland

Under these street signs, old times, reliving past memories

places, spaces, used to be vibrant, now feel like cemeteries

many old faces, lost to the mists of time, photographs erased

burnt in fires, old desires laid waste

Old haunts, we would walk, laugh, joke and talk, memory vacated

buildings, gone or changed, some remain, but the names have faded

stories we told, lost under the rubble of a demolished arcade

the pub down the way, used to have a buzz, now just a takeaway

Under these street lights, used to be a paradise

we would kiss and talk of dreams all night

planning our escapades in the summer rain

never had a reason to complain

So much history, mysteries, our stories soaked into these city streets
our feet marched a beat, this safe haven, a mystical retreat

old flames, fires burnt with passion, the city now a wasteland

blaze no longer sustained, a pile of ashes, just embers in a dreamland

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Healer

The lights went out, like shades pulled down
terror holds tight, would I see the next night
dark waves washed over, sunlight drowned
afraid of the dark, but more scared of the light

Life, just a flicker of time
a candle flame gleaming, darting and streaming
wax dripping as bells chime
in those dreams I feel like screaming

The great deceiver, time, was once a healer
shrill screams fill the air, a nightmare
feverish, delirious, just me and the reaper
felt like a lifetime, all my crimes laid bare

Felt a stab of pain, was a flash of life
as bright as the sun in the midday sky
life, just a flicker of time
one that I'd embrace, no matter how hard the climb

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle,

Revolution

Shouting for a revolution
but can you really change
the fight has to come from within
or it might as well not begin

Screaming for heads to roll
but whats that going to bring
can you slow the storms to halt
or just, another false king

Calling for arms, just starts the alarms
can't fight pain with bloodshed
when the last tear is cried and the world slowly burns

you the last one standing, surrounded by the dead

You think the world owes
a debt to you, some gratitude
but what did you contribute, nothing that shows
except for a bad attitude

You say things need to change, your war drum beats
but only if it fits your view
no care for the people on the streets
what have they done for you

The world is insane, you plead
tears bleed in places of need
doesn't make your blood boil, not for their downfall
only thing that gets you riled, is that you don't have it all

You say you believe in love, but have none to give
only want what fits your view, not someone to share it with
you say you want peace, but you just want a slice of the pie
you really don't care who is hurt, weak in need, all you do is lie

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Apocalypse

They rode in to ring in the end
the finale, after the locusts and plague
the four on horseback came, from clouds they did descend
to bring on the apocalypse of  heartbreak

First came pestilence, that love could never stick
unwell, she infected me with a spell, made me fall at her feet
incurable, she left me declining, feverish and sick
she left for a friend, broken, queasy and beat

Then came war, my heart and mind tore
a battle fought so much blood spilled
the girl was wrong, but felt so right I swore
my belief in love, battle worn but not yet killed

The third one rode in, famine, absence left me craving
starved of hope, a lack of direction
the one that never fed me any love, I was just a plaything
she left me haggard, so hungry for affection

The last to call, my old friend death, my heart broken
beat its last when she said id never amount to much
built on destruction, expiration approached as words were spoken
no love to spare, six feet under, a casualty of her touch

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

The Night Watchman book

The Night Watchman, the 3rd collection by 5 star author Kyle Coare has been unleashed.

Available from Amazon, in both Kindle and Paperback editions.

https://amzn.to/2DUMPdR

When day ends, and the night falls,
when the sun leaves the sEditky and darkness calls,
the watchman sits, his duty to observe,
protect the dreams, of those who deserve.

This epic 109 page collection of poems delves deep into the night,
down dark alleyways, through old ruins.
it looks into the heart of society and into the world of dreams.
Please take a look, I really am so proud of this book.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

The girl with flowers in her hair

The girl with flowers in her hair
distant, she eyes the horizon
weeps under the old tree there
just waiting for the days to brighten

forlorn, crest fallen, her heart broken
left alone in her world, she lost her mind
too late for her words to be spoken
the past lost to the sky, she was left behind

Dreams of foreign shores, a tear in her eye
her smile twitches, her candle barely flickers
in her head she tends the flowers, waves goodbye
faded memories shimmer, shades block out the pictures

The girl with flowers in her hair
distant, she dreams of her old flame
lost to the sky, she says a silent prayer
retreats to her mind, life was never the same

Thanks for reading.

Peace & love.

Kyle.

The Crowd

A trickle, ripples on the surface

shimmering in the heat it breathes beneath us

a gentle sway, as the dark blue grey gives way

the rhythmic lapping of the waves at play

Heat rises, the swell as the storm rushes

crash, the first wave smashes through the calm, crushes

sprays against the rocks, more waves erupt

bursting apart as they collide, frothy waters wake up

Chaos surrounds, walls of fury rage down, a whirlpool of energy and power

a tidal wave towers over, the force scary, poised, ready to devour

avalanches cascade down the towering mountains,

and crack, everything goes black

pressure point passed the quake becomes an attack, a ferocious foaming pack

Pulled under, surges, dragged by currents, trying to swim against the water's urges

suddenly the surface gets closer, and out from the darkness a hand emerges

pulled atop the crest, above the madness below, surfs the waves that flow to and fro

gradually the mood becomes more mellow

a gentle rhythm from the seas that once bellowed

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Valentines day

Would you show me a piece of your sky

the heights we could fly

soaring free hand in hand

would we ever want to land

Would you swim with me in rivers of rose petals

live in a candyfloss cloud where sunbeams settle

dream awake in a rainbow coloured haze

flowers of love in bloom, on which our hearts can graze

Would you share with me your heart

on loan for times spent apart

beat growing faster when we get nearer

the love always growing clearer

Would you lay with me, under the moonlit night above

will you paint the stars with your love

could the nights last forever

will you love me and leave me never

Would you sing a song, a beautiful melody

a velvety warming hug to play in my mind forever merrily

would you take me an a journey through space

we can kiss as hearts race, sharing our long embrace

If I am low will you give me a lift
and will you sit with me in the small hours
would you accept my valentine gift
a present wrapped in hearts and flowers

Thank you for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Time Machine Record Player

We used to drop the needle, watch the black vinyl spinning

the hiss and crackle, the first notes ring, the song beginning

now the methods have changed but the result is the same, click play

into a land of mystery, magic and wonder, and we are away

The melodies at our fingertips, a magic pill, a trip

as the guitar plays out a chord before the band lets rip

thunderous drums pounding like a beastly heartbeat

a bass line licks and helps to move your feet

Whatever the mood there is a tune for you, 

want to feel moved? here take the blues

listen as they show you their world, walk along as if in their shoes

the worlds created, so many journeys, stories to learn and live through

from here the paths are endless, a lifetime of searching to do

We can rock out, every era a different take, 

a snippet of the world that day

like a history book with a groove, just let the records play

hear the protest songs, when wars were fought along the way

the songs that sung against nuclear weapons and at the years of decay

Like a time machine, can go back to 70's, hear about the winter of discontent

the Pistols screaming for anarchy, The Clash rocking whilst London sinks into the Thames

in the 60's we had The Kinks, with their stories of village greens, long lost days

The Beatles taking us on a magical mystery tour, 

The Doors opening us up to a world far away

Nirvana, Pearl jam, Soundgarden, Alice in chains, the 90's was a darker grain

brought us a sound that set the tone of the day, unfortunately only a handful remain

but the records live on, the briefest of glimpses they impart 

an addicts mind, a melancholy depression with a rocking heart

Oasis, britpop was all a blur, a teenager exploring his world

when i used to jump around the indie nightclub drunk on life everything twirled

the lost stolen kisses, the songs remind of those moments where love was blind

every song has a story, every tune a tale, so put a record on, become entwined

Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Four Walls

'Tis small, my room, barely a living space at all
more like a cupboard with a window, an enclosed covered stall
with a chest of drawers, and two lengthy shelves
contains everything I own, bought with material wealth

Oh my bed, I lay my head, in comfort, a flowing stream
to rest, to sleep, the warm sweep of lifting dreams
within reach, always there to take, my notepad and pen
the place where thoughts collect, take shape, break into the open

Cluttered like my mind, when the blinds have shut and darkness envelops
but everything is mine, a collection of stories helps me to develop
then I see that cuddly toy, a tear wells, starts to spill
on my page, my words lost under the floods that fill

The guitar that sits, not picked or strummed just collects the dust
of old memories, numbed old spaces, places I've loved
now so out of tune, the chords don't ring true
not played a piece since the day I left you

This room, where I spent so much time alone, a long way to go
but now its more a rest stop than an inescapable prison though
for every shed tear, all those years spent screaming inside
with every bad memory there is also light, joy and laughter to guide

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Small Victories

Left grieving, heart barely beating
you like to tell me how I should be dealing
but you cant read my mind, all the thoughts bleeding
an insight into my murdered feelings
the loss, like memories that fade to mist
a whispered word from a distant world where I can't exist

Stolen whole, left a heart shaped hole for all to see

judge me, pick apart the seams, pull at the threads til I'm untangled and free
that's what you think I need, to be fixed and released
but you cant put back these pieces, misshapen by the pain unleashed

Medicated, not out for the count, I'm down but ready for another round
creating my own world, a whole new sound
you try to mend my broken skin, but those scars show from where I came
they give me a reason to grow, a meaning, to never feel that low again
I wont concede defeat, or fall on my sword and land at your feet
instead I will keep taking steps, small victories I will complete

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Mascara tears

What's the reason for this, she sighs

Another wasted night, left to fight or flight

just one quick fumble, didn't even get a number

as he walks through the door, she cries under her covers

Where is the one she craves

the life on the waves

who will take the story and write a new chapter

who will leave her in rapture

just a small glance at life

who will dance, call her a wife

Why does it always end like this, smeared lipstick kisses

beer drenched sweaty mistakes, ripped dresses, too many near misses

just a fumble, a bit of rough

who just wants to tumble, in a night of fake love

Self harm doesn't come with a sign above

Broken hearted, streamed mascara tears

lost, a ship floating in a sea of fears

who will take a chance when she wont give herself a second glance

who will accept a dance, when the hate is within

arrows pointing out her flaws, self harm isn't just a cut to the skin

Drinks the bar dry, she never has to buy

just to fall into the arms of some guy

keeps her bed warm, so she doesn't feel alone

she sometimes wishes she had never been born

self harm doesn't always leave a scar to be worn

Her perfume lingers, a scent to entice

when she just wants to be treated nice

yet the guys never notice the tears she cries

they just make their advances, living a borrowed life

self harm isn't always the edge of a knife

Thanks for reading,

 Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Rainbow maker

Fill the space, colour the void

paint the page, dye this grey heart, unemployed

you are the brush, you touch the paper

add joy and warmth, you are the rainbow maker

Decorate this monochrome world with a spectrum of love

replace the greys, let the reds through, blue sky above

purple fountains, shine bright in the yellow light

green grows to replace the concrete so dull a sight

Be the depth and tone, fill the spaces between

paint by numbers, two of us, one true story to be seen

help to add the complexity to this black and white outline

with your touch, you tint the canvas with colours so fine

Add your colour wash, brighten these greyscale days

and add love to the sepia tinged sky on dark nights away

let the colours mix and mingle, like lovers embrace

see new tones sweeping through the bland, blank spaces

Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love,
Kyle.

No more

Threw my demons down, after one too many fights
kicked them through the door
scaly, red skin glistening under beaming streetlights 

with forked tongues, I listen to them no more

Their evil lies within, their piercing bloodshot eyes
like mine before I cast them out, pushed them to the floor
the sulphur smell lingers, when stress starts to paralyse
gone but never forgotten, though I miss them no more

The hiss as they speak, follows you into sleep
the noises, shrill voices, the devious games, they bore
corrupting dreams, only ever trick, they never treat
now banished to their pits, I hear what they say no more

Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Stormy seas

Kept afloat, on life support
body failing, brain goes sailing
this journey doesn't need a passport
in the distance all I hear is wailing

On these turbulent waves, just a flicker of life
on the dark stormy seas, just a flicker of light
in the distance all I hear is the surgeons knife
cutting through the darkness of that night

Across the vast ocean, I'm flying above
I see land, a place of hope, just beyond the waves
in between stormy waters of hate and the lands filled with love
in the distance I hear the cries to save

On the beach, sand beneath, wet, cool between my feet
still the waters batter against my fragile body
now they just soothe, no longer a threat now a treat
and next to me I hear my family, friends, everybody

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Fall of the night watchman

Enemies lurk at each turn, every corner
down grim alleyways, creeping through shadows
skulking in the haze, they are without border
lurking in the darkness, striking a menacing pose

From dream thieves to sleep demons
street beasts to monsters of the deep
beings that create nightmares when dreaming
they make fear their home, stifle your sleep

The watchman tries with all his might
to contain them, to save the night
always there to put up a fight
but tonight the world is in for such a fright

The demons and the beasts, too many even for him
this battle like a mountain that he cant surmount
the darkest hour is here, the witching hour is grim
the night watchman is down, out for the count

Body broken, will to fight ran away into the night
surrounded, beaten, thrown deep into earth, a place without light
beetles and bugs make a meal of his skin, barely a flicker of life
the city above grows darker still, the watchman, fallen, bad dreams run rife

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Disenchanted youth

Disenchanted, stories of stolen youth
blinded, blindsided, broken by the world so uncouth
the hopes once held high, now just burnt down
amongst the wreckage strewn around

Disillusioned, delusional product of false memory
where the fun never ended, the songs had energy
the party lasted all night
forever and always, you told that lie

Disconnected, lost our place, lost the way
no map could guide, no book had the right words to say
just a generation of chances never taken
led by the hand into damnation

Disenfranchised, mouths sewn shut, generation of brain death
words never uttered, nor muttered under shallow breath
just followed the herd, follow the money, forget when the sun used to beam
forget the simplest of things, just a doped up crowd of lost dreams

Burnt in rage, blank stares behind dead eyes
injected hate into the veins, an aftermath of ingested lies
drank the poison offered, fuelled a nations decline
we all forgot the lines, we lost our chance to shine

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.