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Young and unafraid, unfazed by the fears of later years
unburned by the fires that blister, or the sting of acid tears
heart not yet broken, or bruised or even really used
if I could go back and tell all, would he listen on confused?

Too dumb to see the stains caused by the pouring rain
too self obsessed to see the pain caused by his drunken brain
a blank page not yet written, a story not yet delivered
if I could go back and tell him, would he shiver with hate like a man in a blizzard?

Too focused on the love of the night, the parties, the sights
the rock and roll life, he wanted his name in lights
but he hadn't lived a life, a blank page with no words to write
if I could go back and tell him, would he put up a fight?

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Time

Time creeps by so fast
one blink and a year has passed
two and you're an outcast, lost to all but a few old flames
three and you are a distant shadow, a mis-remembered name

Time crashes along like a heart beating away
one beat and tomorrow has turned into yesterday
two and the world has forgotten the way you walked your own path
three and your songs are lost, buried in the aftermath 

Time flies like a bird of prey glides the skies
one flap of a wing and the future has passed before your eyes
two and the sunrise leaves you with only sighs
three and you are not recognised, yesterdays prize

Time swoops at such speed, so catch it before it leaves your grasp
chase your dreams, don't wait for the next sunrise to elapse
tomorrow could be a lifetime away, a fragile stay
so don't waste today waiting for tomorrows dreams to become yesterdays

Time will outlast us all, so don't wait for the right hour to fall
the perfect moment doesn't exist, so make the right call
don't sit and watch the clock, the hands wont stop
they just keep spinning long after you've dropped

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Amongst the stones

Amongst the stones, where stories of old are sown
where the tales of yesterday are lain to rest, I stand alone
the mossy grass that stains the grey, the inscriptions; tributes on display
tell of lives where memories once thrived, now only survived by plaques to mark the day

Amongst the statues and tombs, reminders of days gone too soon
I walk alone, under the new moon
Names; too many to take in. Dates; too vast to even imagine
yet each one had history, a part of life's great tapestry within

Amongst the columns and markers of the lost souls departed
I walk alone, surrounded by stories of life; new paths uncharted
I listen to their tales, as the chill wind exhales
the past lives lived in the blowing cold gales

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Depression

Just want to sleep, take refuge in a peaceful dream
away from this world where I feel ill at ease; the fog of internal screams
want to walk through a land where my eyes don't fill
with tears at the shrill sounds that chill
but I know those sounds are just in my head
they will be just as loud when I am asleep in my bed

Just want to be free from this constant pain
not a physical ache, or the burn of a sprain
but a feeling that gets inside your bones
into the organs and through your veins, the feel of a million moans
all shouting in unison, a chorus of poison and abuse
but its no use, it oozes into your head like a demonic muse

Just want to smile, laugh and joke - enjoy life without this inner trial
but how can you rejoice in a fun lifestyle, when your own head is acting so hostile
when it wants to jeopardise any chance of being happy
or sap your energy so that you only feel snappy
how can you find joy, in the warmth of a sun beam
when inside you're trying desperately not to scream

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Anxiety and me + Spoken Word video thingy

The shades fall; black and cold

shakes start to take hold

can't escape, eyes dart across vacant faces

my feverish heart aches, chest pounds; hitting all the wrong places

thudding like a tribal war drum - only the beat is out of sync

on the brink, my eyes blink

Feels like the edge of a breakdown, like looking at oblivion through a dust cloud

my thoughts are too loud

panic stricken, eyes itch, hands twitch, feel my pulse quicken

fear feels like a melted clock face, the hands wildly race around; as adrenaline kicks in

want to shake the thoughts free

but they consume me, a prisoner of anxiety

it takes all my focus to remember how to breathe 

counting 1 to 10, gives a brief taste of relief

I pick a song to tune out the grind

take a second to close the blinds

relax into the oceans of sound that you find

learn to breathe again, and remember that its just a state of mind

The shades start to lift; panic starts to shift

the shakes dull down, the twitches start to drift

The war drum slows, thuds now just background noise in the shadows

as my head hits the pillow, I can close my eyes and dream of tomorrow

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Storytellers

You weave great worlds, with just a few select words

you craft universes; strands of imagination, that we can fly across like birds

a mind of wonder, where would you wander? if only your dreams were real

what would you do, where would you go, how would it all feel?

Poets and authors, storytellers and songwriters

the imaginative creators, the world building dream fliers

you tear apart galaxies, rearrange the stars

with just a few lines of prose from the heart

You tell stories, myths, legends and dreams

tales of the world seen through eyes that gleam

history, mystery, horrors and tragedy, a vast ocean of genres to explore

romance, comedy, science and mythology, humanity can be so much more

In this theatre of life, our narratives play on

the dramas and traumas, adventures unravelling like a ball of yarn

so open your minds, let your brain set sail

into the legends we tell and the truths we sell

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & love.

Kyle.

 

Ageing skin

As hands of the clock spin out, I barely recognise
the look behind dark sunken eyes
I used to despise the passing of time
that marked the end of my youth and my missed prime
ageing skin, wrinkles setting in, hair grey and thin
puppy fat turned to rolls and double chins

As time races I have had to learn to embrace this
for every crinkle in my face, I've a story of a joyous first kiss
for every hair that sheds, like grey leaves from trees
I've a memory that forms the smiles you see
for each ounce of fat, I've a tale to regale
years of fables and myths to bring to the table

As the waves of time wash over the shores
destroying a little more of the land from before
this old shell taken a beating, my bones creak and crack
I moan from the ache in the small of my back
but now I try to smile, for it has served me well
Ive survived a few trips to hell
It stayed with me even as people left
and will remain until my last breath 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Away from the pack

Far from the pack, he cries at the moon

no more a howl, his moan out of tune

a wilderness walk towards the dark

his yelp no longer a bark

The lone wolf wants the warmth

of a partner who stalks the same haunts

wants to run wild and free, feel the wind on skin

to let out the roar within, with another that makes the world spin

Away from the pack, the wolf sits back

a whimper for the love that he lacks

his bite no longer a scary attack

he hunches along, alone under a sky of black

Sits distant, curled; just wishing

a life led so different, a life where something isn't missing

a dream he had as a pup, of hope and love unbroken

he closes his eyes to sleep, hoping that those dreams are one day re awoken

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Fire

Fire combusts, consume me it must
to continue to burn, it needs to turn all to dust
I am its tool, the paper or coal it uses to refuel

to melt through to the ruby jewel

the slow beating heart

entombed in icy walls, where passions start

The dancing flames flicker and spark

kindling the cold shell, the fire cuts through the dark

the heat starts to rise

in your eyes; where love lies

icy walls begin to thaw

heart beats a little faster than before

Now ablaze, like a forest fire, a wild flower

dancing in the midnight hour

the inferno flairs into the cool night air

the floating embers scatter; to light the atmosphere

walls destroyed; a puddle where ice once filled the void

heart beats to the tune; overjoyed

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Read the signs

The lights are Amber, be aware
watch out for hazards there may be danger there
Single file traffic; The road ahead closed
please wait in line for the green light to show

No right turns, only wrong roads taken
be aware of speed bumps; leave some space to brake in
get in the correct lane, follow the signs
stay on the right road, and you will be just fine

Dead end street, no retreat, no u turns please
just turn off the engine, get out and use your feet
Red Light warning, signs of decline
last exit on the road in your mind

In a roundabout way we are all going to the same place
slow down,don't race, take time to embrace life at a comfortable pace
take a moment to study the beauty that life instills
speed kills, beware of oncoming traffic, avoid the steep hills

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

14th November

I miss those days, spent talking of nothing at all
the quiet reminiscence of a lost day, where now I only hear the emptiness of night fall
I miss the knowing glances, the twinkle in your eye
I miss sleeping, without that last day playing on memory screens that multiply

I miss the arguments, the political rants
the discussions that shaped me into the man that stands
tall and proud, that can now find words to call out
I miss you being there, I miss being able to share this turnabout

I miss you singing aloud, though not knowing the words
the world seems so quiet now its just us and the birds
I miss the comfort of you sat in your favourite chair
quietly watching the day pass by without a care, I miss those hours shared

I miss buying you gifts, little treats that I knew would make you smile
especially today, on your birthday, I feel lost; alone on some deserted isle
I miss so much, but I remember even more
and you will live on in the memories I store  

Thanks for reading.

Today (14th November) would have been my dads birthday

This one is for him!

Kyle.

Hero

Could really use a hero, but no one knows I'm crying
I cant express in words this feeling, an internal sighing
like I'm under water, but no one knows I'm drowning

I'd like to scream but my lungs would fill; I'm floundering

Could someone take my hand, its heavy by my side

could you walk with me, with pride even with all the tears cried

would you be able to look me in the eye?

and say it will all be fine, even if its a lie?

Could someone take this lead weight from my chest

I want to breath, I want to live, but don't want the hurt to nest

my eyes are so heavy they just want to close, want to sleep unopposed

without all my bad thoughts exposed

Could really use a hero, but no one knows I'm here

am I to lay in wait, just dwelling on my fear

could use a hand, but my cries come out silent

like I'm on some distant world, or a long forgotten island

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Let Us Remember

Let us remember, lives cut down in their primes
the crimes against humanity, the shame of our times
lets not forget, the blood that wept
like a sea of poppies where the dead slept

let us cry for those whom time wasn't to be an ally
the poor young souls, who never got a chance to fly
their days were numbered, with digits so low
the seconds flew by as those cannons did blow

Millions slaughtered in the names of politicians, dictators and kings
and still to this day the war drum sings
who gave these people the power, to watch from their towers
as the blood grows sour and young men march to their final hours

Lets call for change, no more bombs should rain
no more rounds of machine gun fire should stain
the ground in red, the blood should be spared
its about time the people of this world showed they cared.

We could have a world where our leaders think before acting
where they look for a positive outcome
not a bullet strewn smoky skyline, bomb cratered wasteland
with rivers of red over the fields and sands

Or we could let the leaders fight, put them on the front line
war would be outlawed in double time
Id love to see Trump and Boris sent over the top
into no mans land, how quickly wars would stop
 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Clouds

Under the darkest clouds, black charcoal nights

brightened only by the lightning strikes

a storm building all around

startled by the thunderous sound

I crash, head dazzled by the flash

the lights that show demons in my path

I cant walk in this downpour of pain

or swim through these rivers again

Through the hurricane of bad dreams, need to see some hope

across these fields of concrete I seek a way to cope

the gutter water rises, as my eyes flood

the tears cried, for life lost and spilt blood

Thanks For Reading

Peace & Love

Kyle.

 

Torn at the seams

If I was to give my heart, I'd have to fix a few parts
stick some glue inbetween the cracks, staple the halves along the scars
sellotape the segmented fragments together
hope that they don't fall apart in bad weather

If I was to give you my soul, I'd have to repair a few little holes
from the days when I was bitter and angry, I let the hate swallow me whole
where I let the stormy waters get in, they wore down the fixtures and fittings within
need to cement a new shell, I'd have to plaster over the old broken skin

If I was to give myself, I would have to replace a few lost memory shelves
places where my mind losses track, remnants of my shattered failed health
I would have to pave a new path, the old one is full of potholes and cracks
that I stumble on, like the words I try to find when I want to speak back

If I was to give my love, I would have to paper over the self doubts
the ones I see in the mirror peering out
I'd have to mend the parts that see only hurt, the fear that builds in the bricks and the beams

I would have to build a new me, one that isn't as torn at the seams

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Social

Who needs Eastenders?
with all the drama that facebook sends us
awash with stories of sex drugs and fights
airing dirty laundry for a thumbs up and a like

Don't give me Emmerdale
my social media feed is the true holy grail
its a gossip filled war zone, a battlefield playground
where lives are on display for all around

Why watch Coronation Street, its becoming obsolete
when people plead for your attention on this virtual high street
with click bait they set their traps and wait
knowing someone will click through and seal their fate

who needs Neighbours, they could be Home or Away
you'll never see them whilst your only feet away, lapping up the lives that people portray
staring at your PC hypnosis machine, or your phones glaring screen
where drama queens feed on being seen, their lives spent venting their spleen

The stories on the screen the soap opera lives
just checked into hospital, please give me your eyes
give me a like, an emoji to prize
there is nothing to see, was just passing by, but thanks for the concern it gives me my high

Relationship status complicated, that will get the clicks
oh what happened love, he was never gonna stick
on off on again, the cycle spins in full view
how can anyone live a normal life under so much constant review

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Hug

Some days you just need a hug

a warm embrace, like cocoa from a large mug

a hot chocolate drink on a cold day

a hug is like an amazing getaway

Makes the world feel less distant

when the screaming inside is insistent

its like a warming blanket when outside its cold

so leap into the arms of the one that will hold

Sometimes you just need a cuddle

to feel like you've won first prize in life's great puzzle

its like bathing in a sun drenched river

embrace the warmth no need to shiver

A hug is a gift, a treat so sweet it takes your heart and gives it feet

to sway, to swing, to dance and sing, lets it play its beat

a cuddle is a warm room in a cold expanse

a fireplace burning logs when the flames dance

when the icy chill stings on a cold winters day

a cuddle is the warming water that soothes it away

Thanks For Reading. 

Peace & Love.

Kyle.