I feel lucky...

...that I'm part of this technological revolution.

Windows may pop up into a new world,

Communication offering a new Vista

better than the last 7.

"Ace!" my mother shouts out,

I tell her it's not ace, not Sharp either,

but the previous ones were Acer

and Aspire to DELLiver.

Neurons fire, synapses hold fast - a finger flicks, clicks

...opens into white fields of blue, red, yellow, blue, green and red buds.

Go! ogle at its beauty. I'm feeling lucky.

I used to be afraid to dream...

...but not any more, because no matter how bad the dreams get, when I wake up it's always worse.

I saw in my kaleidoscope last night,

a sight so rare to find,

even more so rare to find, the same sin

corrupting your heart and mind

as the one that corrupted him,

turned him into a dog, a pig

wallowing in his whisky misery

and whining, wine at hand,

clutching his beer belly.

I cry awake, remembered the bed.

Then went back to sleep. I'd rather

face the nightmares of my dreams

than the dungeons of reality.

I still stare at the skies...

...every now and then. It makes me feel so alive.

An all-encompassing blanket rages

tonight. Its silken texture belies

its fury. Sometimes, it stands still, and ponders

the story of life, then falls.

Other times, it wavers - and a quick blow

drags its own life away...

f a d e s

into clearer, azure skies.

Your Harry

I've never felt this war before.
Never felt tears pour.
Down my face, my eyes so sore.
Holes in my heart you tore.
I'm shaking like a leaf.
I need some relief.
On my coffin lay a wreath.
My heart, you can keep.
So much looks inviting.
To stop all this fighting.
To give up and ride lightning.
In the sky, I will be sighing.
Now you've lost "Your Harry"
He's cold and dark, can't carry.
On without you.
So now he's about to.
Slam up all his walls.
Never again in love he'll fall.
But he'll still answer when you call.
Still be there through it all.
Still care and be your friend.
Right until the bitter end.
Till he takes his last breath.
And you lay him down to rest.
With a hole inside his chest.
No heart inside his breast.
He'll reamin yours.

I feel like we've been drifting.
Sifting.
Through emotions.
Like an ocean.
I am drowning in.
And I can't swim.
I cannot breathe.
Please.
Don't leave.
I love you.
Too.
Much to bare the pain.
Again.
I'm sat with my knees tucked under my chin.
The walls within.
The all fell down.
Now I'm lying on the ground.
Tears burnt on my face when I'm found.
Drained of every ounce of blood.
Before you throw me in the mud.
Send a message of my love.
I gave my heart so freely.
Even when you mistreat me.
It remains yours.
I no longer need it.
I'm dead, so can't retrieve it.

I'm dead to you, I'm dead to me.

I'm so cold and lonely.
It's like you've never known me.
For everything you've shown me.
You've suddenly outgrown me.
So in the ground you'll throw me.
Turn me to ashes, blow me.
And I will float on slowly.
And never come back only.
A spirit so unholy.
I'm just skin and bone see.
These tears I cry now choke me.
This world has finally broke me.

So I take my heart and paint it black.
No you cannot wish me back.
I'm dead to you, I'm dead to me.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
In your arms I am alive.
I never meant to make you cry.
It's my own soul I despise.
You'll rejoice the day I die.

There's nothing left of what I was.
We grew apart, at a cost.
I'm stranded here, I am lost.
My heart's now frozen, from the frost.
The depresive state, reignited.
And I don't even try to fight it.
Maybe I'm sick, maybe I like it.
It's addictive, care to try it?

So I take my heart and paint it black.
No you cannot wish me back.
I'm dead to you, I'm dead to me.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
In your arms I am alive.
I never meant to make you cry.
It's my own soul I despise.
You'll rejoice the day I die.

Pondering.

Somtimes I think too much.
And get in a such.
A state.
My lips quake.
As I wonder.
Will I be a blunder.
Of a father.
Like my own would I rather.
Guzzle down a lager.
Belly grow larger.
Anger like lava.
It erupts in your face.
Throw all my clothes into a case.
Tell you I'm leaving.
And leave you grieving.
With two children screaming.
"Daddy don't leave, we love you, come back."
But nothing works, so their hearts turn black.
The daughter get's bullied, but you don't give a fuck.
Same happens to the boy and you say "toughen up."
Maybe if you'd been there then we would be.
Maybe if you bloody cared, then we would be.
But I'm not, I'm nothing like the son you wanted.
Sometimes it's like you want me gone, dead.
And other times you need me, to hold you when you cry.
And it kills me to see tears burn in your eyes.
That's how I know, I toughened up enough.
After all the pain I can still show you love.
Still hold you up.
Still say.
"It's ok"
Still take you to the pub.
When you've had enough today.
Still be there.
When older.
With my shoulder.
To lean on.
Still have tears in my eyes, after you've gone.
But if I ever become a dad too.
I never want to be anything like you.
I'll be the one to teach, my boy to ride a bike.
Be the one with my daughter, up all night.
Be in the front row, of every school play.
Always listen intently, to what they have to say.
See them all the time.
Not once a fortnight.
Never leave them in hospital, screaming in pain.
Never walk away, at the call of my name.
Never Put them second.
Never make them feel unloved.
And even then, it wouldn't be enough.
 -H