The Bohemian

People think you are odd,
Just because you are different,
But in your mind,
They are odd,
Because they are different.

You wander around aimlessly,
Deep in thought,
Wondering about things,
That mean something to you,
But mean nothing to others.

You are an artist,
And a poet,
Who travels all around,
In search of inspiration,
So you can create a masterpiece.

You write songs on trains,
Or on park benches,
You sketch pictures in school,
Or in your friends house,
Wherever the inspiration comes to you.

You are a total recluse,
You talk to nobody,
No one knows who you are,
Not that you want them to,
You prefer your own company.

Storm, Shadows...and a Little Something Special

I am lying in my bed,
Listening to the sounds,
That the night makes,
As the world spins around.

A storm is raging,
Rain splatters the windows,
The wind is howling,
Suddenly, I see shadows.

They jump out at me,
I begin to feel afraid,
I pull the bed sheets over me,
Believing no one will come to my aid.

It is then I think of you,
Of your beautiful, fresh face,
Your dazzling, bright smile,
Your majestic poise and grace.

Then the storm begins to calm,
The shadows begin to lift,
All because of you,
With your magical gift.

You are the special one,
In you, no faults I can detect,
You are the one I love,
You are just perfect.

Jinky

You could twist and turn,
You had speed to burn,
Your name was Jinky.

Sometimes you would fly,
High into the sky,
Because of your dazzling trickery.

You left Terry Cooper,
Stuck in a stupor,
It was typical Jinky.

Red Star Belgrade,
Were completely dazed,
By the quick feet of Jinky.

You were part of the Lions,
Who in defiance,
Defeated Milan in Lisbon.

For the cause, you took many a belt,
That's why you're our greatest ever Celt!
Oh, how we love our Jinky.

Now you are dead and gone,
Yet you will always live on,
Because we will never forget our Jinky!

Permanent Anger

People don’t understand me,
They constantly ask why I am so competitive,
It’s just the way I am, is my reply,
However, saying this is ignorant,
As I don’t really understand why myself.

I don’t know why I get so angry,
Or so annoyed at the simplest of things,
It is really quite stupid,
As it has led to me doing foolish things,
Things that have hurt people I know.

Yet still I don’t see sense.

When I am in this angry state,
I turn into this ogre,
This primitive beast,
Who won’t see reason with anyone,
Not until it’s too late.

One day I will hurt someone close to me,
Maybe then my lesson will be learned,
But I hope it won’t come to that,
As my life would then be over,
With my friends abandoning me...

Stuck in a state of permanent anger.

Hope is Lost

I have now lost all hope,
Why, I do not know,
I have suddenly been overcome a feeling,
A feeling that says,
I shall never have you.

A friend who is close to you,
Tells me I might have a chance,
Another friend you do not know,
Tells me impossible is nothing.
Jesters the pair of them!

Gut instinct has never been my strong point,
But right now it is saying,
I am too immature and weak,
To be worthy of your heart,
Unfortunately, I would have to agree.

My eyes are filled with tears,
My heart feels like it has been smashed to pieces,
Obviously, you didn't mean it,
You aren't even aware you have done it,
But one realisation has come with another.

Now I know I can never have you,
I also know I shall never love another,
They say it's better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all,
But it would have been nice had you been mine to lose...

Because I would have made sure I didn't!

(Gav White would put music to a version of this poem which we sang just once - he did most of the singing, to be fair - as a duo heroically called Orwellian Fear; we could have set the world ablaze)

I am

Life will beat you to your knees
If you allow it too,
That's why it's not about how hard you can hit -
It's about how hard you can get hit
And bounce back every time,
Unfazed and unharmed.
It's about being able to stand toe-to-toe
With anyone who thinks they are bigger than you
And being able to say proudly,
With your chest puffed out,
"I am!"