For my valentine

I just wanted to phone
To tell you I love you.
I just wanted to call
To say how much I care.
I just needed to send a message
To make it clear that there is nobody but you.
I just felt it necessary to let you know
You are the only thing that makes my world seem fair.
I just wanted to reach out and 
I wish I was there to hold you tight.
Keep you warm.
Keep you safe.
Like you keep my heart warm and safe...

So I got fantastic news today. I got my PGCE degree. I am now a bona fide educator. Next stop FET phase and then I will see if I will do honors...and who knows maybe next stop university lecturer.

Soaked;

    in the morning dewlight-
  the passing wave-
       the candlenight fades away;
sins of old stain the
        hands of young.
   the blade cuts deep
crimson water runs thick-
       (blood in thicker than water)stain me
and you sing out in pain.
        the constant infinities of it all
         runs again and again;
            water through outstretched hands
bleed the soil dry in constant dryness.
    the singing of lark
     welcomes the coming dark;
light i-stained with coming blood.
            the dark rings of shards of steel
                   soaked.
           the drenching of sin
                 comes again;
                 soaked;

The weathered stone

We were walking alone,
You turned to me and asked me
"Do you still love me?"
I bent down and picked up a green oak leaf,
Our love is new, alive and fresh.

I was walking next to you,
I turned to you and asked,
"Do you still love me?"
You bent down and picked up a stone,
My love for you is strong and stable.

I was walking alone,
I looked at myself in a puddle and asked,
"Do I still love her?"
A single brown oak leaf fell into the puddle,
It rested right next to a weathered stone.

Some-one else

I walk alongside you
and I think to myself
I wish you were some-one else.

I hold your hand
and the touch reminds me
I wish your hand belonged to some-one else.

I look into your eyes
and the colour of the irises reminds me
I wish your eyes belonged to some-one elese.

When I am alone with you
all that is you reminds me
I wish I were with some-one else.
                Some-one else

Arthur Pendragon

The sun bathed in crimson tide.
Pray to Ares, stay his pride.
The golden Lion, dead and slain.
The cry of suffering, the anger, the pain.
The tyrant gone,
The battle won.

Sword glinting, the setting sun.
The loss of a king, the death of a son.
Knights of silver dead and dying,
Warriors of black moaning and crying.
Innocence lost, grass washed in blood.
Men and boys bleeding in the mud.
The chilly frost,
The battle lost.

This ballad I sing
for a great king.
The people you unmadden
Arthur Pendragon.
The pain you carry, fpr you a great lot.
All for your dream, Camelot.
A great king dead.
A great sword wed.
           Arthur Pendragon

Africa

A silent breeze rushes over open plains,
Dry river beds ravaged by time.
The rustle of quiet grasslands,
Dancing figures of red on ancient cave walls.
zebra and wildebees graze peacefully alone,
a single lioness lying basking in the golden sun,
all waiting for...

The sound of pitter-patter on dry land,
dark clouds gather overhead.
A breeze becomes a gust,
a gust becomes a wind,
a wind becomes the roll of thunder.
Light flashes between land and sky.
Water bombards the once peaceful landscape from above.
Rivers of torrents scream down empty water-holes.
All in chorus until...

The silence of a storm ended,
the winds subside into a gentle breeze.
The thunder rumbles in the distance.
The torrents of water becomes a peaceful river.
The animals of the wild come-out and welcome
the coming of the rains
and the rebirth of the land.
This is our land
Africa

The Lamb

The Lamb,
a lonely sacrifice.
He goes out
before us.
The angel swoops down
catches His soul before it goes a drift.
The Saint,
He cries bitter pillars of salt.
The Serpent in the grass,
grins and hisses in glee,
Delight of the passing.
The Lamb,
a lonely sacrifice.

this poem sux(and so do i)

this poem sux

(and so do i)

i dont care

coz u sux too

this poem sux

(and so do i);

what am i doing here?

wasting my time.

this poem sux

(and so do u)

u all make me sik;

u all suck big time.

this poem sux

(and so does the world)

it sux me dry

like...something that is sucked dry.

this poem sux

(and so do i)

im wasting my time

and so r u!

Camelot

With sky of blue
The sun, a golden hue.
Grass, fresh meadow green.
Streams, crystal clean.
Take my hand and I will lead you to Camelot.

Rooves of steeple royal blue,
Magnificence of golden light.
Walls of white stand for what is right,
Justice and majesty the knights 'ere to do.
Take my hand and I will lead you to Camelot.