Happy Birthday, Amy xx

If I were given one more moment,
Just to spend with you,
I wouldn’t say a single word,
But here is what I’d do.

I wouldn’t waste that precious time
On words you’ve heard before,
I wouldn’t pass a second saying
Things I know you know.

I’d wrap my arms around you
And I’d pull you in so near,
And hold you tight enough so fate
Would know we need you here.

And hope against all hope, perhaps,
That you could stay a while.
For life is not as sweet, my friend,
Without your stunning smile.

Happy birthday, Amy. 
                          Missed terribly, 
                                   Longed for lovingly,
                                               And only ever a thought away xxxxx

I'm Me

I'm me. I'm I.
The brown-eyed
English-Argentine
Son of two soulmates
Who were always destined
For more beautiful things
Than this world
Could ever afford them.

I'm me, the guy
Who always seeks why
When the most satisfying
Answer is
"Hey, that's just life."

I'm me and my
Empty dark life
Was lit by the stars
In my son's
Big brown eyes.

I'm me, a brother,
A Mummy's boy
Without a Mother,
The proudest Father
A husband-to-be,
Prone to over-thinking
Prone to self-pity.
But wise enough now
That it never last long

Before I wake myself up
And I tell me I'm wrong
To feel hard done by
When I have in my life
A beautiful, wonderful
soon-to-be-wife,
The best friends on the Earth,
A wonderful sister,
Best son in the world.

I'm me, the guy,
Who doesn't always get it right.
But who's learning
Through his yearning
That it will be right this time.

Arrorró

A short poem for my Mother, whose absence remains painful. This poem was born of my son asking about her this afternoon and a conversation we had about songs she used to sing to me. He would have loved her just as much as she would have loved him.

 
Arrorró

In the dreams that bless my nights

You hold my son tight,

Singing Argentine lullabies

Right into the night.

You wrap his tiny hands up

Within your very own,

Singing, “Arrorró, mi niño,

Arrorró. Arrorró”

You See Me

I ask you what you want from me
You tell me vulnerability,
That I will show you all of me
The bad and good,
You want to see
The inner, hidden parts of me.

You ask me what I want from you,
I say just do the things you do
And be the way you always are
And promise
That you won't go far.
I want you just the way you are.

I show you all you want to see,
The inner, silent parts of me
And you don't run away from me.
You hold my hand,
You let me speak.
You let me open up to you
The way I always wanted to.

You see parts of me
I've never shown to anyone.
You hear words I've
Always been afraid to say out loud.
You see tears I didn't know
Were still uncried
And you just wipe them
And listen
And love me.
Unconditionally.
Flaws and all.

Shield

I won't leave you here
Shivering in the blistering cold
Of an emotional exile.
I won't watch as you cower
And shield yourself
From the rejection,
Objections,
Obsessions
Of others around you.

I'll stand and shield you
From the bitter winds of resentment


I won't let them hurt you.

Get Over It

I've been passionate about poems
Since I knew they existed,
Cos when emotions boiled over
The poetry fixed it

So let me assure you,
In case you've not heard,
You're nothing to do
With my love of the words.

You're in no way a part
Of the things that I do,
My writing, my blogging,
Came long before you.

I don't know what make you
Shriek out with these cries.
Is it ego or arrogance?
Or vindictive lies?

Whatever the problem
Or issue may be.
Get over yourself.
And then get over me.

A Poem for my Son

Dance as though the song that plays,
Is playing just for you.
Smile like she who stole your heart
Has said she loves you too.

Laugh as if there's laughing gas,
Polluting all the air,
Say something that's so crazy
That your friends just stop and stare.

Make a plan, on every day,
To go learn something new,
For while the world is truly full,
The wise folk are too few.

Help old ladies cross the road,
They'll kiss you on the cheek,
And yes, I know it's sloppy son,
But you just made their week.

Don't ignore your head, but note
The mind is just the start.
A truly happy life, my son,
Is one led by the heart.

To My Son....

I won’t always get it right, son.
Sometimes I’ll make mistakes.
Some days will be horrific, son,
This life it gives and takes.

I cannot promise sunshine,
Nor can I assure the warmth,
But I promise you my shelter
Through the hardest, coldest storms.

I can’t fix all that’s broken,
I can’t chase off your fears,
But I’ve got a host of sweaters
That are great at drying tears.

I can’t stamp out your nightmares,
Though I swear, I’ve tried my best.
Instead I’ll sit beside your bed
To guard you as you rest.

Today, tomorrow, every day,
Until this life is done.
I’ll guard you, guide you, love you
Unconditionally, my son.

Just You

Bad day, good day,
Happy, sad,
Cheery, chirpy,
Angry, Mad.

I don't care.

Singing, dancing,
Sitting still.
Walking, reading,
Seeking thrills.

I don't care.

Parties, nightclubs,
Stay in nights,
Quiet and shy
Or name in lights.

I don't care.

Wanting you,
Just as you are,
In any mood,
On any day,
I want my you
In any way.

Had I Known Then

Had I known then,
What I know now,
I'd have turned
And walked right out.

I didn't want
To bear the blade
That hacked her
Dreams of love away.

Had I known then
What I know now,
I'd have turned
And walked right out

Before she fell
Into my heart
And I just tore
Her own apart.

I Lay My Weapons

I lay my weapons down now,
My sword is on the ground now
And I’m waving my white flag.

I lay my weapons down now
And reach my hand right out now,
Just in case you do come back.

Because before the war began,
Before the fatal battle,
We were allies.

Before, even, our treaty,
Before we made our pact,
We were allies.

Rest With Me

My steady hand will guide you
To a spot beside a fire,
My chest, a cushion for your head,
My eyes lit with desire.

You came to me surprisingly,
From right out of the blue.
And now I've none in mind or heart,
Who could compete with you.

I know not what tomorrow brings,
Today is all I own.
But as long as we two both shall breathe,
You will not be alone.

Madre

Another poem I'm going to post. I write all the time and rarely share that much anymore so... I have decided that I'm going to change that.

So here's another:

Madre
I still beg the night time silence

To make my truth not true.

Still plead with unseen demons,

For a moment more with you.

I still find my eyes are not yet dry,

Still trying so hard not to cry

Still asking, quizzing, wondering why

Why was it you who had to die?

I still feel the pangs of agony,

Sometimes they strike, no warning.

Still find I wake up hoping it was

Just a dream each morning.

Still hear you when it’s quiet,

You echo through my mind,

Your voice still helps me gather

All the strength I need to find.

I still wish for one more minute,

To say these things stuck in my head,

The thoughts I couldn’t process

That got lost up there, unsaid.

But time is unforgiving,

So I take those thoughts and write,

And when the silence falls

I sometimes say them to the night

In the hope maybe you’ll hear me,

The voice within the black,

Crying, trying, begging,

For a way to bring you back.