My paintings..

I wish I could draw,
I wish I could paint.
Just hold the pen and fill all pages,
just one stroke with brush and paint all ages.
Just one look to draw that beauty,
and some colours to paint my insanity.
Like the river, my pen would glide,
and draw the beauties with nothing to hide.
Like two lovers bursting with desire,
my brush could paint the waves and the fire.

I'd paint a wild horse running on the moor,
and childhood sweethearts kissing by the door.
I'd paint a hooker with love in her eyes,
and a dying soldier with fear in his eyes.
I'd paint a sparrow trapped in a cage,
and a smiling mother with her new-born babe.
I wish I could draw, I wish I could paint,
a painting of love, a painting of life,
a painting of freedom and the eternal smile.

19/06/2012

Cocktail of Life

Oh how sweet, is the taste of love
and how deep, is the feel of pain.
Oh how dark, is the colour of loss
and how bitter, is the thought of shame.
Oh how shallow, is the depth of hope
and how bright, is the glint of the eyes.

A pinch of each, and I mixed them all,
Stirred with my joys and shook with every fall.
Here I give you the cocktail of my life,
with a dash of laughter and a sprinkle of strife.
Here I give you the part of my life,
some weeping heartbeats and two tear-filled eyes.

19/06/2012

Thoughts that flew

And then when the pen stopped writing,
the words sat there with eyes unfolded,
my thoughts flew high like the thunder striking.

It flew so high, it knew no line.
It flew so far, like it was never mine.
I sat there stunned with my fingers clenched,
my eyes in shock and hands so drenched.

The pen won't move, nor the words utter a cry,
Come back my thoughts, you who love to fly..
For there is no land that needs be walked
and there is no sky that needs be flown in.

What you seek for, whom you find..
Words that never spoke and the eyes so blind.
Come back to me you, you who love to fly.

06/06/2012