happy in my skin

your best life is preferential
in order to reach my full potential
i need to look within

it isn’t about my exterior
desperate to match the criteria
i feel i need to fit in

we are all beautiful
its time to be truthful
learn to love my skin

sand in my toes
a vacation picture for my next post
where I can make myself look thin

pull in my waist
contour my face
paint on a grin

a beautiful getaway
where I didn’t manage to getaway
from the loneliness within

my friends and family will see a smile
a cocktail on the beach, all the while
under the stars, to the sadness I give in

not to be captured on a photo
as it’s too dark to show
the emotional whirlwind

so for the while
you’ll see my smile
until I am able to admit

in order to really live my best life
i need to be happy in my own skin

A life of freedom

I’ve found that this life isn’t for me
I have always envisioned myself to be free
Where love knows no boundaries
Hate was a myth
A work of fiction you’d read about – but never did exist
Your imagination could run a marathon
But never get tired
Modesty was an attribute to be admired
A mind and body in complete serenity
Working hand in hand to utilise every memory
We worshipped one another religiously
A new story book of imagery
A homemade remedy
Where religion wasn’t an entity
Animals had a safe haven
Humans were not so brazen
They roamed free amongst our bodies
We feed each other all the nutrition we need
Kindness and trust – ingested as a whole
Love throughout the mind, body and soul
Eyes overloaded with green
Nature was all that was seen
Flowers growing from every corner of the planet
Wildlife thriving as no one would damage it
A life left untouched
But never lonely – not once in our clutch
Where we lived as one
Our creator was the sun
We were never to be divided
Forever in the light we resided

Til’ we meet again

One leaves this world without the other 

Oh how cruel life can be

Because by my side I wanted you

For the rest of eternity

Life went so fast

The pace of a racing car

That flew down the highway

Taking you so far

The love radiating around me

No longer I can feel

The presence of you beside me

That is now not so real

I will love you forever

But now no way to show

The need to feel your touch once more

Will only make my love grow

One day we will meet

With the clouds under our feet

I’ll touch your outstretched hand

And strong again our love will stand

Those nights I spent alone all now worth while

For so long I have yearned to see that smile

To Heaven on Thistlecrack

The clock reached 9am and it was time to go, 

where that is, I do not know, 

an ice cream on the beach with a chocolate flake, 

as the tide rolls in

a beautiful painting this would make, 

maybe a garden with a towering oak, 

beside that a still pond – a frog will croak, 

a sunflower field – being surrounded by yellow, 

a roaring bonfire – to toast a marshmallow, 

a setting of beauty – the fall of autumnal leaves, 

a vision of wonderland – to how I perceive, 

the taste of a crunchy apple or a sugar sweet pear, 

wherever it is I may go, 

Thistlecrack take me there. 

Ice Men

A weeping voice trembling through words, 

A symphony we can only sing, alone with the birds,

Tongue tied with terror, triumph a lifetime away, 

A mask to be worn for the day,

A shield protecting our organs from the bitter chill

An icicle slicing through skin is the worst thing to feel

Frozen tears, burning cheeks 

Icicles forming, there for weeks 

Not melting as we are made tough 

As men we will remain rugged and rough 

Oh what a life

A stone cold persona to represent our strife 

Walking barefoot through the grass with thorns in our feet 

Although in pain, we shall never speak 

Stay silent and strong 

To this group we must belong 

Let the pain resonate within our veins

As men we will remain the same

We must never tell all

As vulnerability will make us fall

The sun will shine but we shall not melt 

For our armour is our safety belt  

At One With Nature

They say I’m grounded but what they can’t see,
Are the plants that have wrapped themselves around me,
Amongst the soil my feet lay bare,
Whilst of my body, nature takes care,
The lilies wrap around my lungs,
Take a deep breath in and here it comes,
The honeysuckle wraps around my heart,
Securing any holes that have been torn apart,
The sage wraps around my spine,
A refreshing touch, with my nerves they intertwine,
With all these components I am surrounded,
That is the key to staying grounded,
The rhubarb grows between my rib cage,
A little bit of sharpness to compliment the sage,
A recipe book created by yours truly,
Inspired by the components of my body,
The iris grows behind my eye,
Deep violet petals disperse when I cry,
The hollyhocks hold my hands,
The ferns feel my feet,
Without these keeping me grounded, I’d be incomplete,
With all these components I am surrounded,
These are the things that keep me grounded,
The secret to becoming your own creator,
Is to be at one with nature.

A Journey of Self Discovery

A means to a journey

a destination to follow

water between their toes

they can dip them where its shallow

aimlessly trekking across the depths of the land

where the sea meets the sand

to find a hidden treasure

then happiness they will not measure

leading the way was a man named Jack

armed with a spade tied to his back

yet to know what he was in search of

but all he knew was that it felt like love

buried deep under the stars that radiate 

he will dig until the sea does stagnate 

as he is the Jack of Spades 

and this is his escapade

 

In a boat a few miles down the shore

sat a few men who were there to explore 

but unlike the Jack of Spades

seen this in a more humorous way

they didn’t take their journey too seriously 

they were just searching out of curiosity

both heavy drinkers and both heavy smokers 

these men were called The Jokers

 

Off the coast watching the stars was a man unnamed

he embarked on this journey to find the same 

he hoped it would bring some magic into the routine of his life

a regular golf player with a young wife

he spent most of his time searching for vintage golf equipment 

that seemed to be his greatest mission

the recognition came in floods

He was called the King of Clubs 

 

This hidden treasure belonged to the Queen

a massive rock that would always gleam

she was said to have planted it here years ago 

as to why, we do not know

we know the treasures did not make her content 

discarding her most expensive diamond was a way to vent

but after all of this, it had came to be

that The Queen Of Diamonds had thrown it in the sea

so all that was left for the men to foresee

was a journey of self discovery. 

The Life of Riley

The name Ronald didn’t stick,

I wanted to be left to take my pick,

John was an option, but thinking of myself highly,

I preferred the name Riley,

I envisioned the way my life would be,

I wrote my own autobiography, 

Conveniently named The Life of Riley,

A business man with a big heart, 

But that stayed hidden under my cashmere scarf, 

A life of betting and playing cards, 

That me, Riley, would never find hard, 

I was a teacher in many ways, 

How to live life in a practical way, 

A bottle of wine, playing trumps until the sun sets slightly,

Ace is high, isn’t it Riley? 

This is what life is about, 

I will be rich without a doubt, 

I just need a win on those premium bonds, 

Then all my problems will be gone, 

One marriage and a straying eye later, 

Will only make my love greater, 

50 years pass and here I hold my autobiography,

Conveniently named The Life Of Riley, 

I realised that Riley didn’t really fit,

I was there in name but not in spirit, 

I changed the name to The Life of John, 

All my memories of Riley had gone, 

The only Riley I had left in me, 

Was that I married Darling Peggy.

To my beautiful Grandad.

The snow fell vigorously that day,
I thought it would take the pain away,
Although the streets white, the skies stay grey,
I love you now, I will love you always

You never think this day will come,
That kind of day that leaves you numb,
Sitting in your arm chair with a glass of rum,
Could only be your idea of fun,
The sun shone brightly that day,
It sort of took the pain away,
The floor glistening and lights array,
I love you now, I will love you always

I need those three words now more than ever,
You are here no matter the weather,
The snow lay as white as a feather,
That beautiful sunshine is all you endeavour,
Sitting by that window feeling oh so clever,
Whilst you bet on that horse that will run on forever,
The rain fell harshly that day,
It came and washed the pain away,
The pitter patter of that rain as it spray,
I love you now, I will love you always.

Wonders Of The World

It took me all day to get out of bed,

I called into work and told them I had a sore head,

That last line was partly true,

But sore is an ambiguous word to use.

 

I wanted to go swimming in Iceland’s hot springs,

I can only imagine these beautiful things,

But I can create these wonders in my kitchen,

If I just shut my eyes and listen,

 

I flicked the kettle down and the steam engulfed me,

The sweetest smell of herbal tea, 

I poured a waterfall into my mug,

Open my eyes and took the biggest glug,

I had hoped my burnt tongue would remind of a summers day,

Being captured by those blazing sun rays.

 

Next I wanted to go to the London Eye,

It was so beautiful I could cry,

I put my designer shades on to protect my sight,

From this beaming sunlight,

The glare on the window made my pupils sore,

That last line was partly true,

But sore is an ambiguous word to use,

I prefer the word enlightened,

In more ways than one my senses were heightened,

I got down off my roof and exited the ride,

Next I think I will go to the lakeside,

 

I collected crunchy leaves and conkers in my rucksack,

I filled it right up and put it on my back,

I got home and scraped the mud off my shoe,

Even though my bath tub was brand new,

I tipped the contents into my gleaming white tub,

The sweet smell of soil made my eyes well up,

I ran the water freezing cold, 

Dipped my feet into nature’s mould,

I’m starting to think I am quite artistic,

For now I’ll just relax in the Lake District.