You are my Love

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise.
You're the last thing I think of
Each night when I close my eyes.
You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take.
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move I make.
I want to prove I love you
But that's the hardest part.
So, I'm giving all I have to give
To you... I give my heart.

Ohh!My Scrawl

In her entwined thoughts, I see my lurking
In her raging anger, I cherish her
For in her world I see me walking
For reasons every, I'll always love her

From my depths, she had me rise
Tugging often, screaming in despair
Not many to spot my anguish in guise
Anger, my lows and wrath, she'd bear

For her heart, I love her
As yet again, by wayside I fall
Is it her I sense or myrrh ?
Hope s'm day she read me scrawl

Look me up!

Look me up, ye passing man,
Whilst your busy chores all day
For I want no tears or grief for me,
Just that I, my troubles they weigh.
Would you share my thoughts? A plea.

Look me up, ye pass man,
Tread not, on me, with mighty boots,
Many a year I, tried standing, alas,
I know not, where lie my roots,
Smile me up, ye men of class.

Look me up, ye passing man,
Don’t’ bury me beneath the ground,
A woman, a home, a meal, I never had,
A cross of oak an earthy mound,
At least a choice in life, I wish I had.

My journey!

I want to cry, and feel the pain,
I want to hold my woman tight,
I want t erase all the stains,
I wan to do so many things right.

I often look out to an extended hand,
A warm meal, a clean bed,
To walk together on quiet sands,
A soul to mate, than many a riches instead.

Do men like me not deserve better?
To put on hold wandering feet ?
A day watching waves, no hatred, no bitter,
May be a stroll down a tranquil street.

To eek out morsels, morality pawned,
Seek out destiny, relationships lost,
Several stumbles and falls since dawn,
Will I ever reach home, at what cost?

I hope some day, to tell a tale,
To a son, perhaps after many a year,
Trials and tests, of man, did he fail?
An ode to breathe, without prejudice or fear.

Birthday Gift

Wish me, for its Christmas time,
A time to rejoice and play
All stars look lit, and cakes at a dime
A time to relive, many a happy day.

Carols galore, gifts in store
Its time for Santa to come
To meet old friends, to sing and soar
Time to bring out the wine n plum.

Santa, you have a chore at hand
For you know not what me needs
My times are down, a hope, a strand
Lonely here, my heart sure bleeds,
Ohh, a lovely Christmas, it stands.

24th night, as the church bells toll
I breathe a line to pray
To a person, you, my heart you stole,
My tears are here to stay.