Moisturising Ain't Enough

Skin hardening.
Cracking to the extent that    
'Hey man I like your style...
Can I show you something for under your eyes?'
Frowns and stares,
More than laughter and care
Free attitude to the highest bidder who pissed me off today.
For no real reason than I've lost that cliché,
The spark in my eye,
The apple
And no butterfly.  

Your heart doesn't harden,
Nor does the blood run thick.
There's a reason though
and the rhyme will be found,
That maybe I'm just wanting
A three worded sound.

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You are not some star, a mere twinkle in the sky.
A light amongst uncountable others.
You are the sun, the centre of our world.
The light like no other.
You give life and warmth,
And so the odds we defy.

Those Three Words

Three words.
I love you,
But they are not the words I heard.
Yet my heart still beats,
And mind tangles itself,
Over and Over.
Statement? Accusation?
Whatever, I lose
Synchronization.
Just. Don't. Lie. 

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The lovers' bridge is in shadow,
As I pass.
No matter, as no lock for me to shine,
Alas.

On My First Nephew

Welcome to the world, son of my sister,
  with great regret I am absent of thee.
So distant love is writ here in poetry,
  as I tell you of what your name does infer.
Zachary, to become a modern voice
  of a beloved King who threw down giants.
Bearer of your line, men in defiance
  although the last two are not of your choice.
A Boddy you are born of, without triste,
  the name you are given does hold much weight.
Endowed by your parents a beautiful fate,
  to be the beloved bearer of Christ.


NB: On the 21st of March at 6:30, weighing 7lbs 8 1/2oz my sister gave birth to Zachary David Christopher Boddy.
The 21st of March was World Poetry Day and so as I am attempting to resemble a poet I thought it apt to write one on behalf of my nephew's birth.
I looked into his name and the final line is an (simple) etymological translation of it and felt that it was a perfect focus for the poem.
The structure and name are inspired by Ben Jonson's 'On My First Sonne', a melancholy poem which I studied back at GCSE but has stayed with me. I think it is a beautiful poem, exemplifying the love for his child through dedication and although mine is a much happier affair I hope the love for Zachary can be seen too. 

Haiku 3

Love? Lost abroad, here
Friendship has more value
Today. In Finland.

My Land

I heard your voice in the dark.

Although loud and strong, it whispered to me.
You brought me from the depths of hell and torture,
I rose to the sound of the wind whirling
And of snow whitening the features of my land.
The bitter cold felt so natural,
Compared to the stench of rotting flesh of which I was caged.
My kind eyes searched for those of the warrior who saved me;

I asked of his land.
Of his home.
Of his heart.

Maybe, we are more alike than first thought.
Believing in freedom.
To roam free of this world.

I wandered the forests.
The moon like the Sun, shining through the trees of my land.

My land, taken from me.
With the fire of Gods,
The thunder that Thor's hammer blows.

That is the corruption of my land, that foreign Gods can reign my skies.
I searched with my cool breath,
For the free will of my mind,
My soul.

And to find the love I always had, with my land.