I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures,
But my pictures are made from words rather than paint!
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!

My words capture a past time, or a moment,
My words draw a picture of my hopes and my fears!
Some words are from my wild imagination,
Others are snapshots of my life through the years!

I paint to get the thoughts out of my head,
When they are visible they are easier to understand!
My words paint for me a little picture,
Pictures of Love, passing strangers and friends!

I paint pictures of the world that surrounds me,
I paint pictures of the thoughts in my head,
I paint pictures of my hesitations, and the things that I dream of,
I paint pictures of things people have done and said!

My words, I lay them bare in front of you,
My pictures, might sometimes seem quite obscure,
But every artist is entitled to use self expression,
And my poems are an expression of ‘Myself’ for sure!

I like to express my lust, love, and longing,
I like to release the tensions that I sometimes feel,
I like to share my thoughts on all matters,
By sharing, it somehow helps make things seem more real!

I am a painter, and I like to pint pictures,
But my pictures are made from words, rather than paint!
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!

This picture is a self portrait of the artist,
The artist sits thinking as the world spins around!
His eyes are closed and he is sitting there comfortably,
His face is expressionless; there is no smile or no frown!

Big blue sky, Cold crisp December air, Soul alive, Spirits reigning high, Jingle bells and all that! Many a hangover is on the way, The post man will deliver, Nights we will feel the shiver, Nights sitting beside the Christmas tree! The end of the year grows near, Drowned out with over-eating and beer, A new year is just around the

No matter how far the distance, No matter how tired and busy we are, No matter how much time will it take, Honey, I’ll wait for you for our love sake. I may not always be here for you, I may not always say, ” I love you ” But in my thoughts, my heart

“There is a part of us as must walks free, A part which you have named, To be yet unnamed, A part which carries a whisper, As a breath does life, A Whisper Of Love Too free to be tamed. It lies within us, as a shadow unseen, It flows before us, as a newborn

Some things, are not meant to last. Some, were robbed and some were lost. Some, were displayed and sold, and… Some remains intact like a ring of gold. Things change and so do people. Friends left, and some just stop being friends Some just stay and hold you ’till the end, but… Some, you can never hold

This plentiful right, pieces of earth. A vast depiction in a corner rainbow. To me the vast covering set to release Astonishment, happiness, under the sea arriving vindicated certainties in promise. Just all are the many sitting here Now there’s few standing toward the angelic still as I am blinded an adequate fill, spiritless in movement hiding the

Heavy is the heart, Slowing you down, Leaving behind the trail like that of a snail, Heavy, like a ball and chain Tied to you in vain. Shattered are your dreams, If you not rid yourself of this shame. There will be no reality. Embrace yourself. There is so much to live for, So get rid of this ball and

I’m tired, exhausted, Running… The trees down the avenue cannot be counted I’m running too fast. My mouth is dry I see a stream nearby Water won’t quench my thirst It is not what I need My heart pounds into my ribcage So intense, tears stream down my cheeks But I must keep running My compass points into this direction Nothing in

a brand new year, a brand new start, is what make things right, i assumed; plenty of scars – both physical and emotional still attached to myself and refused to leave me in solitude as much as i tried; foolishly i believed this existence is all but doomed, i have been trying to change all that happened mistakes i have

How to deal with the unexpected, Torments me day by day. It happened so suddenly, Memory does not fade away. You were here and now you’re gone, It hurts to live on The memory of you Lingers everywhere, Sending me into a trance With just a single glance Of where you were and what you did Time away from us just

I wander  on the hills And valleys deep, In bright and cold days With my flock of sheep. My sheep are few Black, gray and white They graze in green fields And I love the sight. Folks call me nerd As I love my sheep, I am a shepherd And my love is deep. I have nobody To call my kith or kin, At

trapped in a mire of reality, sometimes dreams are all i have, reality is nothing but a well disguised mirage; torn between the two, i fight on and on and on, every day with my own self, to keep my sanity and live another day; with my head full of pride, hell-bent on proving a few people wrong, unabated, i

as the sunlight slowly faded away the city lights flickered on, one by one, illuminating everything on the outside and casting a shadow on the inside; as time slowly ticked past, the darkness inched closer and closer spreading its shadows across the land, my inner self comes alive; as much as i struggle and curl underneath the blanket, my

Time wins and no one else, You and me are mere puppets. For once you feel you can have fun, He makes you repent With His twists and turns. Even the slightest impudence you show, He has His ways of punitive throw. A glimpse of times that we forgot, Brings in light, the cause of all thwart. For me

Memories are… Old photographs left alone in an ancient album conveying, love, family, friendship in Past happy occasions. Previous flashbacks recalling, dreadful, frightening moments. A loved ones treasures that brings, such pleasure to the one who inherits them. Memories are… An old burnt down house, that reveals some startling secrets, which now has Become a new home. An child hood friendship, which is broken