Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Thinking ,
as you do …
…… never had a poem done
for me/about me before.

This one done by an angel.
If you don’t understand it …
.. me neither.
I think art is like that.
A song,
a painting,
a dance,
a poem ……
There to be discovered ………
………………. I understand some and that I like it …………………..

bhp


SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS

People seem to forget
Or
Chose to erase
Those
Those sugar battered priceless days
That you
So excitedly give
Pumped with familiar phrases
Which would
Exhilarate if they felt
Whilst others would scorn
My sweet
You
Sit and wonder
Why their fuck off phrases
Continue
To meet
And dampen the torment
The fear
That maybe you
My friend
Maybe you once felt

I once did wonder
If I could give
If I could touch
That trembling hand
That unheard heart
That let alone
I do
And in them
And these
Sugar hooped weeks
You
My friend
Beneath the spangled words I taketh
Are
Simply beautiful too!

By Charlie


Nothing ever comes without some kind of fight, we've got to kick the darkness untill it bleeds daylight.
Bono U2