Time Encore

Pound my chest
Till it pounds no more
Rip out my heart, bring it to the fore
Open window, closed door

Heart commanded stomach ill
Salty cheeks and salty mind
From evoked days surpass
Broken pieces of my glass

Pounding on my chest is sore
Crooked lips from traces old and new
Yet mourning yesterday as tomorrow
Build a bridge upon the sorrow

Re-amend, the past is now
Restore my glass and set it right
For pounding chest wont cease no more
Wishing time encore!

My end of suffering

The final stage arrived here
The ending came, hence death
Hitherto I do not feel trapped, or worn
By my chair, chest nor form.

This bridge alone I must now cross
And leave my loves behind
But do not cry nor mourn for me
I am walking! I am pain free!

I left my prison chair alone
And my loving life and wife behind
For you all to remember dear
My words and whispers in your ear.

My unsolved riddles I take with me
Fond memories of my loved ones too
And as I now will watch over you
I can guard and save your pew.

Strong bonds, I’ll leave unbroken
Favours, wishes and promises unforgotten
Whatever we were, we are and forever be
Your kisses, words and laughs I hold with me.

And when we meet again, darling
You shall see what I have seen
And see that I have gained, no loss
When you too that bridge shall cross.



In loving memory of my stepdad Dino Costas.

Cotton Moments

Comfort found in arms familiar
Warm and cotton filled embrace
Beating unknown heart surrender
To soul not ever far away
Beat so close and then too far
Far detached when miles between
Souls united it is seen

Tip to tip display two spirits
Of two souls forever hinged
Of past becoming, future bears
To wish it still and slower passing
All the cotton moments shared
The lazy second would be blessed
Found connected spirits fest

Hours join too close together
Frozen moments fleeting past
Till un-slept morning comes at night
Broken spell of souls united
Resisting mind laid down for rest
Heart full of time that past
Head as cotton full around
From hours thirst, and conferred sound

Smile provoking dampened cheeks
Till two friends shall re-meet
Empty feeling heart alone
From past night retreated
Remaining smile yet sad for now
Farewell to heart forever dear
Keep lucid cotton moments near

The memory of you

The ghost of your body
Lives with mine
The ghost of you lives in my dreams
Where pupils tighten and release
In the air that is you
Dark corners of the mind
And brighter moments past.
Your ghost leaves me in depth
While the mind staggers gin
Pining and sick, and distant yet
It’s your absence; it’s the memory of you.

What will be will be

She took my hand
She read it brief
I will have a happy land
Far from my belief

Rosy forever I will be
Pleased in my rosy home
That I no one will have to plea
That nothing will be on loan.

My ideal for one
That I wont forever search
May my life forever wine and dine
And sadness in our home not lurch

But what will be, will be
The future will be seen
What rosey things will come of me
Bliss I search from now so keen

She left my hand all read
Happy salty cheeks belonged to me
May it be not sweet poison to me she fed
What will be will be

Waiting on you

He enters the room
And I can feel my self slipping
It can all slip away, in one moment of weakness
I defend my loneliness.

Temptation is near
to tell him all I need to hear
But it can all slip away easy
When he is so near

Alone in a crowded room
Waiting for a word or two
Waiting for my moment
Waiting on you.

Temptation is so near
Yet now seems so far
May I blend in the back
So he’ll notice from afar

My heart's pounding
Waiting on you
Temptation is near
I’m still waiting for you.

I'm not worth it

Don’t ever cry for me,
don’t even try for me
as I waste away I’m not free

Don’t ever stay for me,
don’t ever pray for me
as its not worth it, you see

Don’t ever talk to me,
don’t ever walk to me,
just let me be.

To our God-Daughter at Christmas

To our God-Daughter
On her 1st Christmas day
May you have lots of cheer
And lots of play


For this is your 1st Christmas
Which you’ll spend with us
You’ll get lots of kisses
And lots of fuss.


You’ll wear your pretty red dress
That we bought for you
You’ll look so pretty
Now would we lie to you?


Little Mellisa, you little baby
We hope you’ll like your 1st Christmas
Lets wait and see.

The old man

The time was wrong
I should not have gone
But it was not known that a life would be thrown.

A life so special and unique
A life so sad and possibly bleak
That loved me dearly so
And had no problem to show.

The ghost now lives fair,
Lives in the old mans chair
So lonely it always seems
Without the becoming dreams.

I look upon it once more
I remember it before
So happy, his body it bore
I hope these memories will reach the shore.

My eyes now closed
He sits there posed
On his lap sits a girl
Her love for him is pearl.

So sweet and gentle was he
His bud held no bee
A man so sincere and sweet
I’ll always fall to his feet