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Poems of Life
Published by Chris Scott at Smashwords.
Copyright 2011 Christopher John Scott
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Lost Love
The gentle rain tickles my burning skin
Easing the pain of a love lost to me
Rising stream leaving me behind
Trapped in this heartache
Memories of a Nameless Face
My mind is haunted by the nameless face of my past. A face with many friends all of which I never got to know. Now my heartache knows that face is just a memory. The face I fell in love with, which never loved me back, for it never knew how I felt. How I long to see that face outside of my memory. So I can let it know how much it meant to me. A face that I hope never sees the rain of sorrow that cascades through so many lives. Who’s heart will be treasured like the last sun set in the winter sky. Knowing that as I age I will still have the nameless face as perfect as the day I left it behind. How I long to see that face again so it knows how much it still means to me after all this time.
Mirror
Mirror of my life can you sing to me
A song of love that triumphs over adversity
Or will you just laugh
Will you reflect the harshness of reality?
Nameless Memories
You’ve seen my face a thousand times before
Seeing the smile of misery unwilling to let you in
As days pass by and we wave goodbye never saying hello
How I wanted you to know my name instead of just being that guy
Know you have a nameless face hanging on your screen
Instead of the faceless name smiling with misery
You’ve seen me dancing in the seasons gone
A dance of sorrow reflecting what seems like joy
As days pass by and we wave goodbye never saying hello
How I wanted to dance beside you so you could see the real me
Know you have a nameless face hanging on your screen
Instead of the faceless name smiling with misery
Along with my dance of joyful sorrows
Showing the reality that is me
Remembrance
You left my side leaving me cold in the night
At the time it meant little to me were you had gone
What a fool I was to believe in such thoughts
Seeing the tears of those who cared whilst mine were stone
Filled me with a guilt that I was in the wrong
Yet now after these eight years you’ve been absent from my heart
My tears break from their stonewalls as all the memories fill my thoughts
Of all you did for me never wishing for anything in return but my love
A love that you may have never seen whilst your eyes were open
But now that they are closed my love seems to be growing
As I sit alone and wonder what my life has become
Tracks of Life
Standing in the silence of my music playing
Thoughts rush into my head of what you are going on about
Wondering if there may be a spark I don’t know about
Yet too afraid to try and find out
My mind is a mess of trying to sort it out
For I know it will never rest till I find out
Driving those around me to insanity
With never ending nonsense
I have to find out
I wonder do you even have a clue what you mean to me
Standing there with your friends in the silence of me
Wondering if you have an idea burning in your mind
I might just want something from you but to afraid to ask
My mind is a mess of trying to sort it out
For I know it will never rest till I find out
Driving those around me to insanity
With never ending nonsense
I have to find out
All we are to one another, a passerby on the tracks of life
Yet something inside me wants you to be more than just a passerby
So will you take my hand down this new track of life?
We could build together
Travelling Man
I’ve been a travelling man all my life
It has been my first and my only love
Pulling away from the stations I have visited
So many a times with satisfaction
Until this particular one
A station crafted almost in the form of heaven
It’s light drawing me closer to the pinnacle of all satisfaction
Only to cut me off leaving me in the cold
I’ve been a travelling man all my life
It has been my first and only love
Pulling away from the stations I have visited
So many a times with satisfaction
Until this particular one
A station that can hold my attention
Far more greater than those of the past
Yet still allowing me to recharge when on empty
I’ve been a travelling man all my life
It has been my first and only love
Pulling away from the stations I have visited
So may time with satisfaction
Until this particular one
A station where I can finally rest my weary head
For the rest of time hoping to find a travelling child
To anchor us to the ground
Vampire
Children of the night running from the dawn of another day
Scuttling into the shadows of the former men they use to be
Blending into the world as if all is the same until the hunger hits
And they need to feed or face the insanity
Fear is what they bring into the night as children dream
Unaware the sinister fate that may await in the morning light
Their victims’ cries echoed through time until the light of dawn
Brings about the bringer of live and the destroy of death
Sinking into the blood flowing rivers of so many a town
Driving women and children to the gates of heaven
To drag them back down again to feel the anger of the day
Tears run cold in the hearts of all who survive the pain
Looking into the burning flames they leave behind
In the hope that the children of the night
Can’t plague another town with fear of the night
As the screams of all they loved die in the rising sun.
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