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Michael Guidera Poem
There's a feeling inside, I can't explain
Somehow good intentions have ended in pain
Its not what I wanted
Its not how I planned
But somehow true love has slipped through my hand.
You were my true love, My kindred, My life
Its hard to accept you won't be my wife
Destroyed and in tatters, beyond all repair
But never forget girl, I'll always be there.
Its sad and unfair how we fell apart
But although its in pieces, you still own my heart
With each sun that rises, with each sun that sets
My prayers are for you, the girl I can't get.
We'd laugh, we were silly, we'd sulk, we'd forget
But when bed time came round, I was so glad we met
Your face in the bath, when your hair it was wet
Your perfume, your toothbrush, I'll never forget.
I've paid for my crimes for what I've done to you
I've paid with my heart, for its broken in two
I love you my sweetheart, my breath of fresh air
The best part of my life with you I once shared.
Copyright © Michael Guidera | Year Posted 2007
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Michael Guidera Poem
I’m gonna put my mirror back
It’s going on the wall
The place that it was meant to be
Before I had my fall
No more nightclubs that never close
No more pretentious mugs
No more outside the toilet door
Waiting for my drugs
I’ve ridden on this Tiger’s back
For fifteen years or more
Afraid that it would eat me up
If I stepped off to the floor
So deeper in the jungle
The Tiger went with me
So deep that my adrenaline
Took away my sight from me
Along the way there’s been some fun
There’s been some friends with me
Their Tiger is the same as mine
But each others we can’t see
The mirrors on the table
My reflection faces up
The only time I look in it
Is with my nose close up
For four days now I’ve sat in here
The curtains hide the light
Is it cos my Tiger
Only takes me out at night
I’m gonna hang my mirror up
It’s going on the wall
I’m getting off this Tiger now
I can’t face another fall
Copyright © Michael Guidera | Year Posted 2007
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Michael Guidera Poem
Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat
My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll just sit here all paranoid
And kill myself with snout
Actors, models, Djs
They’re all mooching around
Kissing on both cheeks
A cab home’s twenty pound
Just can’t seem to blend in
The conversation’s weird
White people with dreadlocks
And silly goatee beards
Once again the gear
Is in the driving seat
It’s took me out all night
I won’t admit defeat
She’s beautiful the dark haired girl
She don’t fit in like me
If only my jaw’d stop rotating
I’d ask her home with me
Better check on my mate Charlie
He’s waiting in the loo
After this I’m going home
Two fat lines, one, two
That’s better, that’s the stuff
Now I’m blending in
I’ve gotta kick that f 'ing cat
No beer left, only gin
Shall I make a phone call
Shall I get more gear
This lot will give me sixty quids
Coke in Maida Vale is dear
The dark haired tart
She’s bang on me
She smiles from ear to ear
Oh she’s coming towards me
D’you know who’s got any gear ?
Copyright © Michael Guidera | Year Posted 2007
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Michael Guidera Poem
No artists palette could create such beauty and warmth
No poets words or singer could explain how I feel
Only rays of sunlight breaking through distant clouds
Or a peaceful ocean’s horizon
The stumble of a new life as they take their first step
The sound of a river flowing freely to the sea
Your presence is nature
Your beauty, your ways
You are so much with me
It warms me each day
Compare you, I can’t
There’s nothing as sweet
You’re heaven sent
You’re my gift from above
You’re all that I live for
It’s you that I love
Copyright © Michael Guidera | Year Posted 2007
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