Family Moments

See image below for image of something i wrote at the start of February 2025. I first spoke of this gentleman on New Years Eve about a rolling soccer ball and to watch the sleight of hand when getting served a drink. I left this note in a letterbox on Ashford where the Rav4 parks on road. Never knew if it found that man or not. I detailed as much information as possible about who it was.

Also I left roughly 15 poems in the letterbox of No.2 Sheraton for the eldest daughter and family as I heard they were dealing with some grief. Mid last year. They told me the eldest daughter was named Clair. Not sure if they ever got to read it, I left it in their letterbox but was told later someone took them all out.

Memorandum III

If in our conception of reality do we find the constant string of unwavering value. Something pre defined through the historian we call time. Not without the most fool heardy of effort do we push and pull at what we think is real.

If only for the accounts given be so true in every realisation that history be the summation of what will only be defined as repetition.

Upon these studies one will be fated to conclude such curious oddities be the variation of immeasurable value.

But no fool to overlook such a preposterous notion, how can one assign a mathematical glance into the absurdity of human design.

Seemingly to what degree of variation we assign such things, would depend on ones current mental state of conceptual sanity.

And there in lies the inherit problem with human cognitive therapy, wellness of the unkind mind. Can one truly detach from their own version of reality to self analyse and compromise our view point to realign with a generic agreeance on what constitutes a basic human model.

This blank slate to recreate this two legged mammal, or are we doomed to fail in basic principles of design.

Lessons lost

For no words truly speak

What we miss with our last kiss

No good in byes of crying eyes

What life means if we fall after every try

Our final wave

To another dead romance

Splendid black this man off track

No patience does take us back

Rainbows that sag

Wash Down

Playing chaos in ballard’s of c minor

The town crier be the recently expired

Skies abandon the curtain call

Once more in hearts to breach

Fables and labels assigned to decorate

Love tomorrow for the midday matanay

Pacing dictation to empty seats

Learning lost causes of creatures falling

Goodbye to Inspiration

Cautious words thrown to callous winds

The most delicate of suggestions

May cause the hardest sting

Romance with these novel ideas

Words given only to break the seal

Dancing on a string with a top hat and grin

Skipping rope as we all too shall float

Days turning pages that bring years of dismay

False love be hope that gets taken away

Feeble it be to reassemble broken people

Toy soldiers kneel to pray in closed steeples

Shelving cheer as no voice ever lingers

We medicate our love away

Making the dead point fingers

Just a ghost I be in this house

No home it be for a stomping mouse

How much I cry for you

Never will you see past those smiling truths

For my inspiration has gone forever

Never was or will be Miss Remember

Memorandum II

I hope a smile found your face today and everyday after. If beauty could have a true definition, for a thousand words be a picture of you. Tonight could be the realisation that life be but one dream. Waking up to see your worst enemy in the mirror. The face of sadness through eyes that see no blinding epiphany.

No comfort finds me this day, a birthday wish given from candles we light for a better tomorrow, blown out when no one comes to see me but sorrow.

The gift and curse of life is still a mystery to me. To feel pain and shame we try and hold for others only to weigh ourselves down for no thanks required.

Heavy be our shame as we sacrifice a smile to be the rain, so the beauty and all we love can shine so bright through tomorrow and be the light for everyone to follow.

Dark days can turn ever grey for no fortune finds the unspoken brave. Silent quests we try our best to fall once again.

Fear not in these words that bring mourning thoughts, for your smile is your true strength. Can you try and be the sunshine for all like me. No light touches my face when I awake from sleeping shadows, I will be the rain to wash over my shame for no tomorrow be a clear window for me to see through.

But each day do we display our best in hope a smile finds my face before my last frown causes me to drown.

Can you smile for me and those who hide away, scared to speak of what the mirror shrieks in vile agony.

Shine so bright for those we lost to pain, the rain takes us away, shine for us and be the love for the cost we have paid.

Art Imitation

How the infractions reflect on me

Times where love be no enemy

Peering through a timeless window view

Finding so few photos I can feel close to

Lost I be to these captive captions

Sinking boats with throw away captains

Teasing lost time with memories so unkind

My mind discarding what's left behind

Lies be the tool to recreate happy fools

To open my wounds for all in full view

Seeping out of me does the heart never heal

Threaded in screams that spit at broken seals

Hold me together

Threaded thorns of Miss Remember

Cut me deeply, softly, neatly

Pull at my pain be this burning string

Hold me with last song and love me

For I cannot paint you this sky

All the colours that life left behind

Stand back and throw death at your canvas

Rainbows through windows be the frowning unkind

See my aching sadness melt down

Artful exhibitions to sell a fallen crown

Paint me a sky dear life

Colours of her hair in every flower kept alive

Those eyes are my diamond sky view

Show me a moment where I am alive

If she were to hold me so close

I cannot ever let her go

The Fallen Mirror

In goodbyes I give my final kiss

To our moon sky our curtain of bliss

For no rainbow to be seen in darkest night

No company will keep me before first light

Beauty shouldn’t fade their smile for me

Others lost to despair and in more need

I will cry the sea for it pour out in flood

Our lady so sweet, may she bless us with love

Consumed to severed thoughts be ever grey

No tales be told of sacrifices we make

Battles lost in the discord of dishonour

No heart beat true as becoming non responsive

Never greet the old friend misery

It be the deceiver in the mirror of epiphany

Silent the voice that speaks with whisper

Endless void we throw to deep thinkers

A Promise to Keep

My heart endlessly does it bleed

What does grow from soil sown

When we water the feeding seed

See me become this woeful tree

Dark times awaiting fated eternity

Where does one go when all the stars fall

Cast our shallow hearts to treasons call

Hear no bird to sing me good will

No gentle harmony shall stomp to thrill

Promises kept hold us to no regret

For you a thousand truths so I can never neglect

With honorable deeds the price be steep

Cruelty unbecoming the secrets we keep

I gave but one moment of time

To think of life within the redesign

From World's Edge

I saw a mountain give itself away

Did it request to be the best we never played

Does it burn until we have nothing left

Sit and watch the sea be pulled away

From under skies edge does it sway

Pushing and towing be it a powerful wave

Aching sea urchins with shells do announce

The rolling tide be a storm of years in rage

I see before me all it can be

I just can’t see me at the edge of the seat

No reflecting trophies hold me to account of this jury

Hell hounds be the sea and the fury

Goodbye to my dreaming weary eye

Keeper of lost thoughts fallen in time

May mother keep you warm and close

Love be no envy of those still holding their post