Heroes unsung

 Heroes unsung, receive no pay cheque

their words raised me, saved me from a burning wreck

diffused the bomb with seconds remaining

caught me when i fell off the ledge, never once complaining

Heroes saved me on my darkest night

helped me through the longest fight

they don't wear their pants over their tights

or a cape that flaps as they hit the heights

Don't need a magic word to conjure them, and they are no quitters

they didn't get bitten by any radioactive critters

heroes don't only come out in darkness, are there day and night

if you need they are always ready to hold you tight

Heroes helped me find my lost smile

walked with me on those long miles

saved me from the snipers nest

diving in with no bullet proof vest

Not a billionaire playing dressing up games

nor a god with an hammer, if i need a handyman i know his name

no big green monster to smash things apart

don't need to light up a signal in the sky, a text does the part

Not drawn on comic book pages

a tale told through the ages

not an adventure on the silver screen

just in the hearts of family and friends, not a costume between

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love

Kyle.

Material worth

Don't need riches, material worth nothing to me
no need for clutter, things cant set you free
goods of all prices, not what I want
when all my desires are here in front

Could fill my world with trinkets and toys
but these things don't bring any joys
fill space to feel worthy, part of the crew
id rather be happy, spending my life with you

My shelves could overflow
but would that help my happiness grow
none of this can give me the pride
of standing forever by your side

Thanks for reading,

Peace and Love.

Kyle.

Shooting stars

Soul searching on a shooting star

on a collision course from away so far

towards the sky above our heads

a magical display to ease the dread

A fiery sight, the sky alight

burning heat brings the night alive

just another smile from the hearts of poets

damaged but not broken,they find the words to show it

Shooting stars, they came in three

flying around, a fire set free

during those dark hours under the skies vast expanse

the expression began to flow and words danced

The spray from waters so cool changes the mood

brings laughter and joy eases gloom

after a night watching the moon,

saw a sunrise, like a flower in full bloom

So many wonder filled hours, in the world of thinkers

floating on those mystical thought rivers

storytellers, in the open air

all that was missing, a campfire there

Thanks for reading.

Peace and love.

Kyle.

Unwritten

The story unwritten, the pages sit empty

so many sheets ripped up, thrown away like confetti

ink blotted where jotted sketched words come from the brain

nothing flows right, the ink spills but the words refrain

The story still to write, its sweetest embrace always the next

each day a new line in the book, a fairytale text

to play in time a dance of like minds

entranced in a story that they share blind

The story of the day, a drama or a tragic joyride

hopefully not a horror, thriller, serial killer on the side

just a tale as old as time

two hearts colliding to dance in their primes

A fictional dream, a comedy to lighten the tone

a world to create, to make our own

a story fit to leap from the page

to live amongst the greats and share the stage

The final page remains clear

always blank, it speaks of a future yet to appear

unwritten the story doesn't end

just each day ours to mix the perfect blend

Thanks for reading,
Peace and love
Kyle.

Messages

Walked away as the lights flicked on in my head
had too much been said, I fled
messages reread in my head
to see if they misled, fear bled into dread

Could be misread, was the message too openly worded
the thing with words on a page
is they can so easily be mistranslated
especially when the writer fears being read

What if the writer struggles to speak
can his words still make sense, be released
are they so deeply held that any deviation
derives different reactions to the questions within

In this time of social media, a message can cause conflict
just from the wrong emoji shown to the misunderstood tone
an autocorrect fail can make you sound out of line
so I walk away, sometimes, to help collect the mind

So quick and easy to say your piece, you just hit send

many ways this can be the cause of a friendships end
a heart left broken, so think before you let the words get spoken
or walk away for just a brief moment

spoken, written, nothing shows the truth like the look in the eyes
those moments where the room goes silent, except two beating hearts
the way the lips part, when close
the only words that count are those

Thanks for reading,
This piece was inspired by a few spoken word poets ive seen recently.
i wanted to play around with tone and delivery in the piece.
Hope you enjoy, peace and love.
Kyle

Friendship

Happiest alone, in my own world, its seas and cities, valleys and peaks
where people cant get in, make it grey and bleak
where I don't have to answer, as nobody calls
no pressure, just me and these four walls
So why do I need to fit in?

Feel most alive, in the dead of night, the ground at my feet, the city street
floating between the streetlights, as they illuminate the path for me
as the tides of darkness wash over, no judgement of who I am or where I've been
cool air caresses, hears my confessions, reinvigorating my sanity, I'm clean
so why do i need to join in?

Freeing to sit on the clouds of my mind
setting my thoughts free, letting my soul be refined
with no one around I can let my mind wander
travel far and wide, lands anew, beyond my view, sit and ponder
so why do I try to please?

A mass of contradiction, a lack of communication, so hurt and alone
but cant let anyone connect, not even by phone
need to find my place, the one I belong in
am always left longing
why am I sad when were all apart?

They want me there, struggle to connect
don't fit the purpose, cant let go, my shell deflects
my heart damaged so long ago, to be hurt again would knock me down
a loner at heart? or is that my defence? my way to avoid a breakdown
so why do I miss you so?

Happiest when we all connect, where my heart can shine
let go of the fears that clog up my mind
when we can unwind, a cold drink in hand, a talk with a friend
laugh and a joke, shared special days, cool streets we walk, the perfect end
That's what I needed to grow

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

By its cover

To judge a book by its cover a notion so obscene
the pages within hold the truth, all the beauty between
A person can offer so much yet seem so insignificant
they can get into your thoughts make you feel magnificent

They can also crush your hopes, your goals, your entire world
sour dreams, set a downward path, with just a few hurtful words
They can make you feel small, you never mattered at all, lesser
they tear through your soul, let it fester

Never judge a lover by their covers, they may play a part
They may be the best of all a friend who steals your heart
They may be shy, quiet and scared, but they may surprise you
with their words, their thoughts always will hold true

Don't take their actions for granted, if they make you feel tall
if they make you feel special its the most precious feeling of all
don't push them away, treat them as if they are wrong
they have so much to give, they offer a love so strong

Never judge another, unless you have no faults
let them show the truth inside, the love in their vaults
the right one could be there standing right by your side
wishing to share their world, with one special person, with pride

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

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