Scenes from an airport bar

I'm leaving baby,
I'm leaving today.
I'll finish my gin and tonic,
Then I am on my way.

Teach me to be a king,
The world is my oyster.
On a silver bird,
I kiss blue skies.

It's just another day,
The same faces.
Gathered suits,
empty glasses.

Take me away,
I need to do this.
To find myself,
Speaking a language of independence.

Our lips touch so softly,
Words are worthless.
Teary eyes and running make-up,
Happiness with a side of sadness.

It's closing time,
It's been a busy day.
Take my hand and whisper,
You know there's always tomorrow.

Stopping Time

I find myself here thinking,
About stopping time.
Stopping it for good,
And live within the stars.

I am too scared of failure,
Too scared to dream.
I only have nightmares,
Success is not my story.

On the edge of this rock,
I contemplate infinity.
This river so picturesque,
The beauty of the world below.

Walking alone,
In the dark.
Singing by myself,
That there is no hope.

There is no hope,
I spent it all on you.
Throwing stones,
For a better beating heart.

The uninspired poet

Wake me up, heart.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.

Agonising sleepless nights,
Light give me strength.
Though I am the in-between,
Monochrome heart.

Silence once golden,
Now bothersome terror.
Memories from across the shore,
Making an ocean of difference.

Follow me gently, love.
I am a raging tide.
The uninspired poet,
Searching for faith.

A shadow closes down on me,
A claustrophobic mind.
With a tear shed,
Farewell a piece of light.

Wake me up, heart.
Wake me up.
Inspire me colour,
Inspire me.

Myself

A drink,
A smoke.
A kiss,
Who have I become?

The lights,
The music.
The red dress,
Who have I become?

I loved her,
I love her.
Not tonight,
Not tonight.

The red dress,
Perfect breasts.
One kiss on the lips,
Forever a regret.

The music played loud,
The lights so bright.
I couldn't stop shaking.
Self-loathe.

I hate myself,
I hate myself.
I hate myself,
I hate myself.

The night wasted away,
Uncontainable shakes.
I am nothing short of ugly,
Self-loathe.

Maybe a bullet to the chest?
Or perhaps never to be seen again?
I am nothing short of a monster,
Self-loathe.

Forgiveness I do not deserve,
Forgiveness I shall not seek.
I am nothing short of pathetic,
Self-loathe.

Nothingman

The fog rolls in,
It is thick and gloomy.
Nothing looks like it should,
A shipwreck of depleted colour.

On this nameless street I walk,
Passing me by are pale blank faces.
Lacking all facial features,
Making me the different one.

A haunting reality this is,
I cannot speak.
There is no noise,
As the barren walk by.

The silence is controlling,
The silence is strange.
I am the one with a soul,
They are the nothingman.

Empty canvases,
That is all they are.
No colour and no life,
They are the nothingman.

There is nothing I can do,
Except be let down by the truth.
Maybe it would be easier to be an abandoned shell,
I wish I was a nothingman.

Reach

Never let me go,

The ocean is calling me.

I drive towards total darkness,

Black.

No hope around,

No answers to my problems.

I can't even hear myself think,

Lost.

There's no illumination,

Where I am going.

Crashing of tidal waves,

Breathless.

I look back to where I used to be,

Seeing a setting sun.

I think I am breaking down again,

Melancholy.

Too many words I used to say,

Without meaning.

I am beyond help,

Cold.

Never let me go,

I am engulfed by total darkness.

No light, no life.

Goodbye.

The light.

As I write this poem for you,

I shall confess my love.

I sit within a dark room,

Candlelit on emotion.

Lighting me up with your wisdom,

Charge me with your charm.

Take my hand with your kindness,

And kiss me in your arms.

A smile resembling the sun,

Your laugh to put me at ease.

If I ever stop thinking of you,

That's when tomorrow's are no more.

As I confess my love for you,

When I write these lines.

I can not wipe this smile off,

You're never off my mind.

I do not write this with a pen,

I do not write this with words.

I write this with all my passion,

I write this from my heart.

The lone Scotsman

Surrounded by grey,

The lone Scotsman stands.

Surrounded by black,

The lone Scotsman pipes.

It's a sorrowing tune,

Which takes all the colour away.

As the rain falls down gently,

Like the last few drops in a bottle of gin.

Where are the colours going,

The lone Scotsman stands.

He's taking all the colours,

The lone Scotsman pipes.

A crowd of one gathers,

To listen to the sorrowing tune.

Monochrome the setting,

Sadness takes his picture.

He thinks he see the colours,

The lone Scotsman stands.

The blues, the yellows, the greens,

The lone Scotsman pipes.

This is how he remember it,

Everything full of life.

Nothing shall ever get him down,

The sound of sweet tomorrow's.

Where has the rain gone,

The lone Scotsman stands.

My heart it thanks you kindly,

The lone Scotsman pipes.

My voice will be heard

My voice shall be heard from this wilderness,

I shout and shout and shout.

But there's distance between us,

That feels greater than this love.

I shall fight my battles though,

Fight with myself for you.

There is no time for me to rest,

Sailing across the seven seas.

To keep you close to me,

You'll step away and watch me grow.

You're my voice as I write this,

In the dark you still inspire me.

Through the harshest of winters,

And the perfect of summers.

Follow me with your heart,

Because that's where I keep you.

Writing my feelings in the sand,

Everyday a struggle.

The wind blows away my progress,

Leaving me with nothing.

And when it feels like there's nothing,

And it looks like there's nothing.

My voice will be heard from this wilderness,

I shout and shout and shout.

Blank stares and intoxicated dreams

Floating away,

directionless life.

Tears of sadness,

None of joy.

I'm floating away,

In this directionless life.

Time is no matter to me,

Time is irrelevant.

It is never for me,

It has never been my friend.

Time is foe,

Enemy.

And there's a face in the clouds,

Which resembles me.

This cloud brings lightning,

This cloud brings a storm.

I am the bearer of bad news,

Because I am bad news.

For the first time in life,

I have exhaled.

In this directionless life,

Floating away.