Edward

You’re beautiful, just the way you are

Hang on – 'You’re not a size zero; you’re not a film star?':

You can’t be beautiful if you’re not made from sticks like stones can break you.

That’s what the media says anyway – so it must be true.

  Skinny is always outlined by the thick whose thoughts try and break you through.

Living in their heavy world; their minds without freedom;

Passing on the ugly they’ve read or the ugly they’ve heard.

Better spend their time online trolling; stop their personalities from growing;

Stop their own insecurities from snowballing.

Because it’s much easier to pick at you –

Because you don’t conform to their ideals

You don’t conform to their airbrushed reality;

Because real beauty acts just the same way as gravity.

  Because guess what – you really are beautiful just the way you are,

It just takes a person to say it and someone to listen. That's real beauty.

-       But you can’t monetize that so you’ll never see it written.

Let me not to the colour of misfortune or the fickleness of this still frame.

Let me trace to the light in your words or the steel in your gaze. 

The dangling wind can do naught for this inky sky

It is too easy to be swallowed by despair on a rainy day.

Please live me dead,

Let my head hang

Let my legs Lead.

Please live me dead,

Please live me dead.

Let the gutter rise,

Let these shoulders cry

Please live me dead.

  Please, live me dead,

Let my jaw slack

Let my mind bend.

Please live me dead,

Please live me dead,

Please live me dead my friend.

  Please live me dead,

Please let me, let me to my bed;

Let me live my life;

Let me wear myself

Until I live me dead.

You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat. You´d have to live alone to know How good that feels, how sweet. My mirror twin, my next of kin, I´d know you in my sleep. And who but you would take me in A thousand kisses deep? I loved you when you opened Like a lily to the heat. I´m just another snowman Standing in the rain and sleet, Who loved you with his frozen love His second-hand physique - With all he is, and all he was A thousand kisses deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece.                                                                                       And maybe I had miles to drive,                                                                          And promises to keep - You ditch it all to stay alive A thousand kisses deep  

                                                                                           Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

That face that makes me breathless

And makes my heart forget to beat. 

That smile that makes me giddy at the knees

And that look that makes me weak.

  It is that voice that puts courage in my heart,

And those eyes that make me brave.

If I could last in time with her, forever, I would.

- He drinks green tea and his coffee is vintage

Even all his vitamins are prescriptive

He’s the high-flying holistic pimp

He sells his dreams and visions

Armed with his theories on people, flirting and drinking.

He’s the new wave

The new boy with the proverbial ace of spades

The old school and the relative

The digital and the negative

He is the modern man

Who mixes trackies and boat shoes

Ray Ban’s with coats, scarves and shawls

He lives the champagne lifestyle on lemonade wages

But the future of this modern man is written with his own ink on his leather-bound pages.

  He’s the new kind

The surprise

The kind of guy who won’t wake for the news but will for the sunrise

He ticks with the new clock

Dropbox is his new dock

As I sit here and the rain comes down,

I like to think of the good days gone

Smiling faces, laughs and human graces

There’s a beating in my heart

It’s a beat that makes things start

It makes me breathless,

Makes my imagination restless.

  Have to make things go,

Pick up the pace; stop moving slow

Stay away from inaction;

Make something that gains traction

  Ignore the fear and clear up the afraid

Either it will work – or it will fail

There’s a beating in my heart,

They'll get you - you know, 

On the neighbour's say-so.

We've become so adept at turning a blind eye,

To the things we don't want to see - you and I. 

And what will we do, when they come knocking? 

Trying to take our free speech and leaving our democracy rocking

And what if they take things that can't be kept,

Your identity, your worth, even your persepctive;

With who's eyes will you then see the world? 

Will you join as a whistleblower - or turn and defer?

When a nations secrets are dictated and banned

- What's it to us, there's nothing to do that we can. 

Better to just duck down my head, just that once, just that last time,

When ignorance ceases to be bliss, what then makes up the childish play of our minds?

Does the tumble of our thoughts cry upon greatness? Or baulk at it.

It is as though the true greatness of being lies within a whisper of a calmed mind and within an eternity of a wild one.

I’ve been down love lane

Where the brush is wild and also tame.

Where the heart stops and then re-beats

Where it takes only one word to make you weak.

  I’ve been down love lane

Where laughter is heard but not explained

Where homes are made and vows are broke

Where love lane becomes a lover’s joke.

  I’ve been down love lane

With my eyes wide

My head bent and my mind beguiled

My heart broke and then repaired

Her love for me lost, now dared.

  I’ve been down love lane

When the going’s rough and fraught with blame

With a dampened heart and teary eyes

Somewhere only love would try.

  I’ve been down love lane,

Into the wild and out of the games,

Down to the woods and over the brook

Where love can’t see but is still took.

   I’ve been down love lane

When the going’s sweet and will remain

When the mind replays the hearts remark