ramblings of sir richie

They say that emotions are potent; for they can steal your focus
Pensive wandering is upon me, its cast its presence visibly:
I’m sitting here thinking abstract, of crystal clear azurity,
Oceans of purity - leafy-green islands of land - untouched beauty
Fine-speckled golden sandy shores, wind whispering silent wishes,
Gliding nonchalantly through cloudy depths hazing my gaze,
Must awake from this revelry, I have so many things to complete,
But why should I castigate the passions and erase this willing smile;
I’ll only become bitter at the thought of the last aching mile.
You have become the scenery for everyone of my thoughts,
My imagination has run riot;
And I can only think of beautiful things
Preoccupied with you and my heart is my head.
Your depart has left me with such emptiness instead

What would happen if I acted on everyone of my urges ?
Would it be safe to presume I would act responsibly ?
Why castigate the passions as the author says ?
Do we think too much about the consequence ?

Talking to you arouses new interest in me.
You saved me from monotony, from the droll of everyday scenery.
Questions like these need no answer
They are part of my everyday action, with you in mind.
I never think twice when i’m with you.
I feel the warmth and comfort of your approval.
Your acceptance gves me new confidence.
It brings waves of poetic brilliance
Which just seem to flow through my veins.
You bring calm in the middle of the night.
You bring the force when I’m down and out,
You make me smile when everyone radiates grief.
You stop me from making a fool out of myself after too many drinks.
Living with you in mind is living a day with sunshine
You give me the ability to see the Earth in a postive shiny light,
You provide warmth and clarity.

You are my muse. You help me to weave creativity.
You are my first waking thought
You are my nurse in times of aching pain
You are my support
You help the clogs turn in my brain.

All I need is my head
My pocket is dry
But words and anecdotes swapped are met with laughter
No need for expense to impress
Words invested in calculated topics and wit
Capture me with your conversation
Golden Fields over which we run riot
Paths made by treading feet over the long wheat
Which groan as we break their stems
Two twenty year old kids
Learning how to discover again

What is it that you give me ?
Apart from peace of mind and confidence.
Solitary smiles guarenteed,
I could almost say you complete me
But then again you know I’m a fan of shunning self contentedness.
Sometimes, one would say that i act if you give me next to nothing.
Your stare teleports me to the days of a child
I feel giddy and electric so selected and special

Thankyou for making me believe who i am
Let me take your hand, clasp it in our special way.
Its fits in yours like that missing jigsaw piece.
I am a bigger fan of you than you are of me.
Let me say it and I want you to smile nonchalantly.
Like you always do, an example of those quirks you possess.

I wish I could lie because I’m scared of the truth.
Although from this feeling I feel no need to be released.
At the same time I feel free from strife.
I’m grinning permanently,
Your pure unrefined perfection makes me dream at night
You throw clouds my way, so much so
That the majestic view from my bedroom is your silhouette.

When you couldn’t cope I came to your side
I tried to soak up the tears with my porous words
To absorb your sadness sketched across your face
Your lips form words in a way that makes me sad.
When you walk, shadows follow you even in the dark
You keep your head low and follow the feet of those in front
Recognise the beauty my saccharine thing
Lift your head up and laugh, smirk and dance
I dare you to smile, to look at me with
Those great big eyes that envelope me entirely

When will it stop raining?
The titter tatter against my window pane
The tribal chant of merciless nature,
Hammering to let it enter.
But I’m far too cold to let it into my thoughts

A conversation with sopping words that enter my dreams.
Wild whispers of liquid life dripping down my window pane.
Asking me to let it seep inside, creep inside
Tears which came from the land.
Water as old as the beginning of time; life giving crystals
That bathe us and hydrate us.
Made us and continue to create us.
Thus does life go on? This miracle giving substance
Succeeds in engaging my mind.
As we chatter in fluid thought.