Dantes Dream

Dantes Dream

It would be my love,

If I could only remember fear,

When devils danced on broken glass,

And all the woes of my world will pass.

Tiny little goblins race the street,

Falling hard beneath Evils’ feet.

And cauldrons boiling with a rage,

‘Twill be my end, my bet is waged.

Stony serpents caress my heart,

When life is lost and we must part.

A furnace feeds my woeful soul,

And I know no good, another role.

My face will melt upon the sun,

As my legs are racing, trying to run.

Before the gates of hell freeze over,

My hope is lost, my lots cast over.

For I will crave the Devils’ eye,

And spit upon heaven before I die.

To be at peace in Hades shade,

This sin is mine, my bed is made.

My Favourite Spot

My Favourite Spot

A little on the downtown,

But here on this tiny island,

I am home with my meanderings.

I note that no-one else came,

The visit either short or never,

And here I can watch chaos.

Above me, edificio Dona Julia Nunes Guerra,

Towers like a mighty black python,

And here the serpents battle with angels.

Adorned as the scaly leviathans,

The backdrops are of pearly tint,

And here and there a smile.

But below the tower of granite,

On the island without sea,

Is a place I like to be.

Smiling Girl

Smiling Girl

Wide eyed and totally scrummy,

I know what that smile is meant to mean.

Across the plumes of silver droplets,

A thought has turned into a dream.

A rest from daytime worries,

You came here to feel free.

And to study all of natures grace,

As you sit beneath a leafy tree.

The sunlight has begun to warm,

A heart that fills with hopefulness.

Today could be the very day,

The loneliness you feel become addressed.

And as the cascading fountain,

Draw your mind into the heart,

My pulse begins to race again,

From the smile that you impart.

Cardboard Salesman

Cardboard Salesman

The waggon that you tow,

Is laddened to the skies.

I wonder how you find it all,

Your skill becomes my surprise.

A balancing act on wonky wheels,

As you move throughout the city.

Recycling like a Womble king,

The least I owe, this ditty.

Amongst the wealth of commerce,

Is your industrious caring art.

Taking away the mess we make,

And converting it, is your part.

A thank you we do owe you,

That you make the cardboard go.

Clearing the streets and alleyways,

In amongst the people flow.

Watching Me, Watching You

As I gaze about the square,

I see you watching me here.

I spotted you amongst the crowd,

And followed where you walked.

For I am open, full on view,

And show my many sides,

Whilst you hide amongst the trees,

And the milling throng of folk.

Just why you want to notice,

Eludes my careful roving eyes.

But I’m filled with a curious passion,

That you could show me now.

We may yet be as strangers,

But if you’d show me a sign,

Together we could share the view,

From some other place and time.

NO Logic at all

I came to thinking I’d see wonders,

And here I gaze behind cold steel.

The bars are guarding now,

All the precious garden walks.

What an oddity to lock us out,

When her glory is clearly to share.

I have no idea what logic,

Has left us in the street.

A paradise within the towers,

Of civilisations governmental quarters.

But held for only birds and bees,

To walk upon her lawns.

The parque municipal has been,

Absconded from our right to be,

At one with natures awesome love,

We will have to wait ‘til Wednesday.

8 Way Junction

8 Way Junction

This obalisque and I,

Are sharing strange connections.

It has been adored and forgotten,

And time rolled on by.

Today I add a new decoration,

As the world in haste goes by.

An oddity to draw attention,

To a symbol long forgotten.

I hope to become a history,

For some open eyes to see.

Barely more, a century,

Has blown upon her stones.

Yet the movements of this city,

Have become a timeless scar.

And at the heart her pulse is strong,

Keeping in check, the way of man.

On an Island in the City

On an Island in the City

Eight roads are meeting here,

Yet almost no-one will come.

One or two dare to pass near,

But the masses, swelling the streets,

Have no desire to be different.

From this vantage point I feel,

The heart of Belo Horizonte beating.

The will to live is strongest,

Whilst these ancient stones reside,

Calmly attending to her soul.

Now and then the traffic stops,

And thunderous horns cachophonise,

A beat of angry energy screams.

And lost is now, the tranquil flow,

Beneath a sea of hurrying feet.

And So it Became

The day arrived,

And my heart, though thumping,

Became the source of something,

More incredible than I believed.

The outward flight,

Took me to places, where smiling faces,

Were evidence of all the races,

Sharing the love that I beheld.

The time arrived,

To leave behind, the doubts I knew,

In the presence of only you,

And the beautiful gifts you showed.

The final hurdle,

Was to resign myself, to be,

Beating fear and becoming free,

And living in love with you.

A Stranger who became a Friend

In the almost midnight,

A stranger came to be known,

To I who sat and listened,

A world turning being lost.

He smiled for a moment,

I waited for more than a sign,

But in this late hour,

Nothing raised and objective voice.

We chatted, passing time,

And found that we have known,

The friendship building between,

One man and another.

Stranger coming, friend leaving,

We knew the care of love.

What was once a rare notion,

Is now a life long connection.

For a stranger asked a gift,

And my way was to reward.

Sharing humanity on this night,

We left the fear behind.

TYE.

Nothing I can do

Nothing I can do

As I awoke, a smile appeared,

It called me from my sweet dreams.

Your arms were around me,

Holding all my hopes and fears,

Preventing me from sorrows tears.

I tried to rise and shine,

As the memories of loving you,

Refreshed my source of power.

They left me caring, being blessed,

By letting go, no more distressed.

And yet I feel out of control,

Without a home of my own.

An island in a lonely sea,

And there is left my hope in you,

To be a lover, ever true.

Will I be all that you desire?

Will I be all that you desire?

The day has come, and dawn has broken upon,

A hope in my heart that I shall be, all that and more.

In your heart I want to be, seen as the book of magic.

The one to allay your fears, and bring your eyes to tears.

Without a doubt I am, prepared for this new life,

To breath into my soul a joy that you bring.

In the years of solemn hope, I had lacked the faith to cope,

And here in the beacon light, I long to give up the fight.

Our union shall surely be, the energy of this life to see,

Where we’ll walk and talk, and dance the dance of love.

Courageous is my daily plan, that I may become a man,

Who never walks without the light, basking in your glorious sight.

So as I journey to the place, where I shall know your smiling face,

I pray for luck to bless me now, let sorrow go, and joy allow.

That you will know me as I am, and feel my love, a happy man.

And I will be all of your desire, to set your life and heart on fire.

The Secrets of Avenuon

The Secrets of Avenuon

A princess hides in shaded, fearful hope of rescue.

Waiting for the knight, who’ll relieve her over cautious worry.

The ghouls and thieving knaves who have conspired,

Search diligently for this maiden of fair and tranquil light.

She carries the secrets of a world living in harmony,

Before the greed of incredulous people wanted it all for themselves.

Within the chest of treasures that she guards with her life,

Are truths long since forgotten, almost lost in selfishness.

So could the world believe, and would they fight to save,

The world now passing away under a sea of apathy?

Will anyone help to rescue the princess and her ideals,

Before it is too late to save the secrets of a noble kingdom?

The jewel of Orin, is the key to save the world we knew.

Its’ power rests upon the youth, demanding a fairer way of life.

As I listened to the princess, she described just how it be,

When fear has fled, and love is once more our King……

And they all lived happily ever after!!!

For Sophie "little Princess"

Worlds draw Close

Without a doubt, my heart is open,

To know you now, beyond words spoken.

We came to love upon the net,

Had found our match before we’d met.

But such wonders of the world below,

Mean I must travel to really know.

And spend my time in hot pursuit,

If our love, shall bear ripe fruit.

I know that love is in your heart,

And once I come, the romance start.

I pray my way, will honour show,

That you may see our passion grow.

And in the glow of love supreme,

We can know, our very real dream.

And spend our days in harmony,

Our love combined, this world shall see.

Brumbleys’ Ghost

Brumbleys’ Ghost

I’m wondering of the smile I see,

Could it be you, returned to me?

I’d loved you e’en before the bell,

Had rang and broke my daydream spell.

Throughout these years of nothingness,

Engraved on mind that yellow dress.

Your body tall and flowing grace,

An everlasting smile upon your face.

I’d viewed from afar, desire grew,

I wonder still, what if you knew.

Those boyish yearnings holding fast,

Until this present breath still last.

I wonder had the years been kind,

And if true love, you’d ever find.

For I sure wish I’d let you know,

Develop love and let it grow.

Your memory has become a ghost,

That haunts me in the daylight most.

I’d been too shy to give a clue,

But did my puppydog eyes tell you?

You were far beyond, my daydreams too,

As I watched other boys all flock to you.

But you were regal, a Princess fair,

With moondust sprinkled in your hair.

And here you sit across the room,

My memories flood me, as I swoon.

What can I do to recover ground?

I open mouth, but make no sound.

Immobilised in fear, the moments pass,

I cannot move a muscle, frozen fast.

But clearly now, you’ve seen me look,

And I am dangling on this tender hook.

Please, angel tell me of my fate,

The world stops now, as I have wait.

Then you turn, head for the coast,

And I am left with Brumbleys’ ghost.

Mr Nosey

Mr Nosey

I tried not to hear the gossip,

But my ears seemed drawn in.

I now know all about Darrens’ way,

His philandering and his overinflated ego.

The shower must be very clean,

If you spend that much on cleaning products.

And then another is cheating again,

Taking the wife of his best friend.

Going to the cinema and watching Tom Hanks,

Left Amy breathless and reeling in joy.

Conrad was caught stealing from,

His mothers’ purse for the fifth time.

The man in the narrow lanes,

Dumping his unwanted tiles and rubbish.

Dreams for the holiday in Mexico,

Where all the drinks are included.

Oh I wonder, how the world turns,

On such unimportance and trivia.

But if it brings happiness within,

Who am I to complain?

Thackerys Witch

Thackerys Witch

Down in the low basin,

Night owls call for some calm.

Evil whispers are cajoling the forest,

And cauldrons bubble and spit.

Demelza is chanting her incantations,

As the waters begin to boil.

What fury of malice can she allow,

The potion is almost fatefully ready.

Crackling, the light of the fire,

Draws me into a woeful dream.

Responsible behaviour all lost now,

She brings forth her demons.

Shamaz and Ledman are first,

Before the vapours fill the sky.

This night is meant for evil,

I see them spitting on the witch.

Naked she, begins a shameful rite,

Coveting and worshipping the flesh.

Demanding of her late arrivals,

The sating of midnight abandon.

Here in my once enchanted forest,

I’m appalled to show a tear.

For fear it will be mistaken,

As a sympathy to a lusting hag.

But verily the crooked witch,

Has drawn me into her spell.

That I cannot be guiltless more,

For the dark shamefulness of man.

Announce the light, repent the dark,

For we will n’er be spared the rod.

I stumble as I walk away,

For the witch has crushed my heart.

A Town with no Malice

A Town with no Malice

Echoes of laughter still ring,

Listening to voices now silenced.

Not hard to believe an industry,

Had filled these streets now desolate.

It is early evening and yet,

Though summer days are here,

Not a soul stirs, no life,

An eerie quiet chills me.

As I search for a tiny clue,

A man and his dog meandering,

Renounce my fears for Glynneath,

He smiles and reveals her secrets.

Accepting me, a stranger walking,

He greets with a pearly grin.

The soul of these mountains,

Is running deep I now see.

Leaving Little Messages

Leaving Little Messages

One day, not so long away,

We may meet in the spirit,

I hope lays within my words.

Though I will have wilted,

And my soul come to rest,

I hope you feel my love.

Happy am I knowing acceptance,

The secrets of life to be revealed,

I hope we both know the truth.

Empty would it have been,

If I could not share belief,

I hope your heart be open.

Riches of happiness will be yours,

If you forget self and give,

I hope my love reaches you.

Voice of the People

Voice of the People

I know that how I feel,

Is not always my neighbours view,

But I have a duty to reveal,

All that I have learned is true.

In my days upon this Earth,

Under the governance that we call rule,

The greatest good that we have done,

Is being lost in acts so cruel.

For greed has grown, becoming king,

Of all our acts of kindness,

No wonder millions starve to death,

And our landscapes become a littered mess.

The trees we need to fill our lungs,

We cut down at fearful speed,

So we can have our Sunday papers,

That most of us never read.

And politics has caused a gap,

Between the richest and the poor,

Denying civil decency being shared,

Only money, can open this door.

We spend so much money now,

On tools that kill and maim,

And when it blows up in our face,

It’s always something else we blame.

Our education and our healthcare,

Were once the envy of all,

Today my heart is breaking,

As I watch this tower fall.

And in the Gallup polls taken,

What is the desire of our youth?

To be the next big celebrity,

And live with stardom as a truth.

Brothers, sister don’t be scared,

I mean only to share my view,

To advise the need for caution,

For I share this world with you.

It’s clearly unsustainable to be,

Taking more than our fair share,

Why not become set on giving?

Let the playing field be more fair.

With our industry and wisdom,

We can supply the needs of all,

Use technology, to save our race,

Or greed will be, our downfall.

Protect the Earth, our loving home,

It’s the future for our offspring,

Let’s end this bloody hatred,

And let love be what we sing.

The banks and financial sector,

Preach what they’d have us know,

And when their lies and deception shame,

Isn’t it from the greed they sow?

This lust we still daily follow,

To drain the Earth of her oil,

Is it not the real reason,

Why the peace of life we spoil?

And though we all know humbly,

Our mortality is so very fragile,

We show little respect to our planet,

And pay more attention to the latest style.

Though water is the source of life,

We pollute our rivers and seas,

With the waste we produce hourly,

Without a conscience, far too much ease.

And though we be six billion,

The elite are merely few,

Whom take more and more wealth,

Leaving little for me and you.

But this imbalance is now failing,

And for justice, I add my voice,

Declaring that hope is at hand,

It shall be revealed through our choice.

Just as the heralds for peace,

That have all gone this way before,

I beg you, open your hearts,

Let love help you open this door.