Posts archive for: 7 March, 2007
  • THREE HEARTS ON THE DRAGON SLAYERS SLEEVE by Andrew

    dragon slayerBut there were three hearts
    on the dragon slayers sleeve
    he didn't know
    what the day was called
    but it was blacker than he remembered.
    The silk sheets were all in shreds
    torn in the form of an angel
    how he loved
    his princes born of ashes.

    c. andrew bedell 2007

  • SUMMER by Andrew

    To the lowly symbolic shadows
    of Earthly pastures
    scented with aromas
    from beyond
    the vast spaces of tomorow.

    when eyes meet with light
    and rays of sun on flesh
    and life eternal grows from a seed
    to a new begining
    voices angelic to most
    feelings of warmth
    growing stronger and smiling
    at the rise of summer.

    c. andrew bedell 2007

  • HOME by Andrew

    You've got your soubrette eyes on
    are you going to give yourself to me fully?
    i am no longer willing to share you
    it has to be all or nothing
    i wont settle for anything less.
    Do you remember those nights we spent together?
    those hotel rooms were cold and bland
    you're eyes were in another world
    you never realy looked at me
    you slept with one eye open watching the door
    i never knew what home was
    untill i fell asleep in your arms
    but the ablation of my heart
    was the only way to go
    after you hit me with that powerfull blow.
    By the end of the evening you were leaving
    you had a chouce, Larragin or Mukluk
    in youre mind you were still the talk of the town
    when would you realise
    you were nothing more than a sigh
    your vicissitude came about so fast.

    c. andrew bedell 2007

  • TO BELONG by Andrew

    I saw you there
    watching the clock
    tiume stagnant, a heart beat
    counting the seconds
    a fading smile
    feeling let down again
    this betrayel too hard to take.
    Cold hands like ice
    it is cold here, colder than hell
    even with the fires burning
    warmth drains from you
    the train departs, and you
    alone on the platform
    only a whisper of companions
    yet fading
    fading
    fading fast
    footsteps distant still
    yet ever present in your heart
    a rush of blood
    a knowing smile
    eyes that say home
    hands around yours
    warm now
    warm
    warm
    a glow
    a touch so strong
    your back where you belong.

    c andrew bedell 2007

  • HELP!

    i've just had what I can only describe as a seniour moment. I have just scraped the left overs from my lunch into the sink, and dropped my plate in the bin! I am going insane.:crazy:

  • TALES OF WOE by Andrew

    the following poem was inspired by something a former friend said to me, full of advice, and keen to talk about her problems but not willing to listen to anybody elses problems.

    You tell me you're tales of woe
    as if you feel i kneed to know
    but you are responsible for
    the seeds that you sow
    I have wories of my own
    I am nothing but a man
    I don't have the strength to carry you
    stand on you're own two feet
    you will never make it if you appear weak
    take a giant leep
    jump in with you're eyes open
    look at the wonders around you
    buy into the beauty, taste it, feel it
    onwards into the vast beyond
    dont beleive the hype, follow you're own heart
    set the rules, be you're self, live the dream
    be whatever you want to be
    give a damn, dont give a damn, you decide
    steal a kiss, break a heart, procrastinate
    bite into the poison apple, sin,sin,sin
    repent you're sins, beg forgiveness
    take a voyage into the unknown
    set sail, go to sea, into orbit, see the world
    witness miracles, beleive in you're self
    if you do others will beleive in you
    it's you're life, be whatever you want to be
    cry, dont be ashamed, love, adore
    take the bull by the horns
    go down on bended knee, propose
    take risks, fail, it will only make you strong
    do what ever you want to do
    just dont tell me you're tales of woe.

    c. andrew bedell 2007

  • CARRIE

    just made a total tit of myself on a radio quiz. the question was who wrote the novel Carrie? my mind went blank, and i said Brian De Palmer. I could kick myself. Steven King. Steven King. Steven King. do you think if i say his name often enough it will undo the damage and take me back to the start of the quiz? I was doing so well too.

    Is it just me, or does anyone else have those moments when your brain just locks, and you cant move your mouth to get the words out, and you know what you want to say but cant find the words and you stand there spluttering like a gibbering idiot?

    I often get home from work, and i'll say to my wife, 'guess who i saw today? .....oh, whats her name...you know, used to work in that shop, you know who i mean...'

    i spend the next three hours going through the alphabet trying to remember what letter her name begins with, and when i do finaly remember i cant even remember why io was trying to remember........ What was i talking about?

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