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Lone Londoner

I look at this wonder, 
This art, 
The landscape behind her blushes, 
Lone Londoner, 
She defeats my love, 
Trumps my harmony, 
Warms my blood, 
She beats my heart, 
Passion in her eyes, 
Collapse my brain, 
Love is devotion, 
Dedicated to her will, 
To cry, 
To sob at happiness, 
I really can not explain, 
I love.

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Mum

For all the things that you do for me, 
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing, 
For loving me so much, 

Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, 
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love, 
For being my council and guide, 

My conscience, values and principles, 
All the goodness that I possess, 
These gifts that you've taught and shown, 
I'm able to honour and express, 

On this day and every day, 
I'll always be your loving son, 
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum,...

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Daffodils, Thistles and Clover

pessimists say weed, highlanders say emblem,
summit of strength, protected by spikelet's and hardiness,
bewitching and captivating flower, irresistible to man and deity.
armed stem defends and supports, tipped with the pride of Scotland,

coverage of clover hardened by the elements and stone,
the luck of the Irish forged by four petite leaves of green,
beauty of the landscape holds the power of this innate country,
tough together, alone are inspired by the magic of Ireland.

welsh pride holds the immense beauty of this tubular trumped flower,
colour of the sun, kissed by raindrops, blessed by a lush green land,
elegant and graceful, this adept nation holds this flower in their hearts,
the proud stance exclaiming its right to its land of the fathers.

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Coal To Red Dragon

Between the vale, the mountains that surround me,
The grass seems greener though the frost does slightly cover,
The mornings dew, drops as once did the tears from my eyes,
Like the winding trodden path, my life seemed to lead to nowhere,
Now like the mountains tree's, I'm standing tall and strong, 
Where once was trapped, You've opened the gate to pastures New,
Like the collieries, the mines which once was thriving with fuel, 
Now empty inside,lost and abandoned, no fuel to light the fire within,
Now there is fire, fueled from your words, your gentle soul provides, 
You've made me the red dragon, the symbol of hope, strength and pride...

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As She Sleeps

Cannot sleep as I'm considering stealing a kiss,
My woman sleeps beside me as I ponder her dreams and fantasies, 
I stare at an unconscious beauty so how can I not kiss her?
Dare I wake her with a tender caress of my wanting lips, 
Or leave my sleeping beauty lay where she lays,
Undisturbed but unaware of my attentions to her, 
Let me lean in and feel her breath, Hear her soul live,
Make my innocent advance just be one beautiful moment, 
I do not wish to wake her though I want to promote my love,
I lean in and feel her warm breath on my face, 
Like a warm breeze on a blossomed morning's touch,
I finally kiss her lips as gentle as I possibly care,
Though this tender touch grew her stunning eye's to open,
With this I was amazed by a picture unfold upon me,
As the most amazing smile began to shine and glisten, 
Her eye's shared mine and our kiss cried love, 
Now I can sleep with this image in my mind,
Always with me, my woman,  my beauty of mine.....

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Making Memories

I can see you when I close my eye's, 
Hear your sweet voice when I'm thinking of you,
For now you and I are so far apart, 
Your always close to me in my heart,
Still feel your touch and see the love in your eye's, 
When we're apart your still right by my side, 
My mind plays tricks thinking you are here,
Soon we will be together making new memories to collect and hold near....

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My New York Woman

my friend, my New York woman,
you seduce me with your ideals,
pampered with your words,
i may embellish, on how i feel,
insolence, ill mannered, improper,
my gist means no disrespect,
just to converse my feelings,
my emotions i do not regret,
you seem so wonderful to me,
so beautiful and intelligent,
a perfect woman, is what i see,
an angel is what has god sent,
to be your friend conquers my sadness,
to refill my smile, my frame of mind,
just one kiss from you stirs my passion,
my new York woman you are divine...

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Still Alive

The colours that you bring to me,
Bitter, sweet, wounded emotion,
Cornered, threatens my mortality,

Sinner, romanticized glory,
Cover of shameful intention,
Take a stool, this is my story,

Relapse, relapse, this ain't a game,
Rehabilitation, again and again,
Reacuring nightmares,
My parents shame,
Anxiety levels,
Ice to flame,
Sweating and shaking,
When 0% proof,
Panic attacks,
Your through the roof,
Pose for the picture,
When the police ask,
Fingerprints, handcuffs,
Alcohol filled cask,
Lorazepam, diazepam,
Temazepam, and more,
Subutex, tramadol,
I Take them all,
Cut and bleed,
Self harming,
Overdose, poisoning,
Jump off scaffolding,
Got my scars,
In my head and skin,
Fighting hard,
And still living......

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Mystic

To flood your heart with pure devotion, 
Let the rivers of love run through your veins, 
To cradle the power of untamed emotion, 
Your poignant fever leaves no remains, 
To adore and enslave your affectionate trait, 
Set free the idealistic and unrealistic, 
Believe in the romanticism of your fate, 
Be outstanding, understated and be Mystic...

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Pure Bliss

love of a wild lover,
finding romance in her,
myself I will shiver,
the implications my occur,
taking in a breath,
as she breathes on me,
holding art in my hand,
she bleeds pure seed,
a touch, a kiss to wish,
these emotions shall lead,
blessed are the senses,
making a man fell immune,
dressed in her skin,
intent is all she is wearing,
bliss occurs, feelings blurs,
night of once was a tremor,
still rumbles in my head......