Would You?

I lie in bed alone at night,
thinking of the things,
that have happened in my life,
and would I want things to be different,

Thinking of the things,
I've done in the past,
and how time has gone by so fast,
when I think of my youth,
and so many things were based on truth,

Would you be here tonight,
Would you be by my side,
With the pain and tears,
That we've both cried,

Everyone stares at me,
not understanding,
the things you see,
The pain and hurt,
You can see in me,
it's a pain I can't feel again,

Would you be here tonight,
Would you be by my side,
you know who I am inside,
and the tears I've cried,
The final destination,
takes me to you,
It's the only place,
I want to be,
it's me here with you,

Would you be here tonight,
Would you let me hold you,
You know how I feel inside,
there's no reason,
for me to hide,

Would you be here tonight,
Would you be by my side,
With the pain and tears,
that I've cried.

Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

The Rambling Roses

I can still feel your fingers,
upon my chest,
The warm embrace,
and tenderness,
The beauty,
of our sweet caress,
As we chase away,
the loneliness,
The kiss of your lips,
is so divine,

You're the rambling rose,
on my heart entwined,
Your scent takes me there,
Time after time,

I gaze in to your eyes,
as you pull me closer,
pull me in,
Can you feel my pulse,
under your skin?
as you take me,
further and deeper in,

My breath on your neck,
Intensifies,
And a teardrop,
falls from my eye,
You see the love,
I hold inside,

You're the blood red rose,
wrapped around my heart,
And you touch my lips,
with a gentle kiss,
As we hold each other,
in a moonlight mist,
This is a shortened time,
with a distant wish,

Two hearts entangled,
with a blood red rose,
In a burning fire,
and a sparkling glow,
As we reach for the stars,
then lose control,
I look in to your eyes,
and see your soul,

A gentle sight,
as I touch your skin,
You turned away,
as I pulled you in,
Look in these eyes,
see deep within,
Can you see my heart,
scarred and bleeding,
my soul is pure,
with no hurt or sin,

The dreams that we have,
will be reality in time,
creating the vision,
not far down the line.

Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

The Day Poetry Died

Fallen by the masters,

Dissected by the Educated arrogance,

Poetry was Destroyed,

Desecrated at a glance,

The dreams in ones mind,

written down line by line,

For people to relate,

Believe,

See,

Writing what they believe and feel,

within the minds sight,

The Pain,

Anger,

Rage,

Visions,

to create, new worlds,

And make their own decisions,

and to heal,

The Rhyme,

Beat,

Pace,

The Etiquette and Grace,

What's being said,

means more,

Like a slap across the face,

What is said,

means more to me,

than the form,

I don't care,

Whether you understand it or not,

It's how I feel,

This is my decision,

I write down the things that I see,

These are my Visions,

How you read this is up to you,

How you dissect with an incision,

I'm sick of the Educated arrogance,

Thinking they know more than you.

Copyright © 2011 John Bevan