Dark Corners

The pain and hurt,
He feels inside,
If you look close enough,
You will see it,

 in his eyes,

The torment of losing,
over and over again,
A cruelty that's known to him,
Of who he is,
and who he should be,
Just to be close again,

Not one to take control,
Never to say,
but gives his heart,

whole,

Never believed in anything,
Never had the opportunity,
Left alone to pour out his soul,
He could be,

you or me,
The teardrops fall,
As he writes and draws,

A painting of a lonely soul,
Left on his own,
Wandering,
Thinking,
What might have been,
Walks through the darkness,
No one's there,

Just his dreams,

A horse in the field,
roaming alone,
With no one to shield,
from the pouring rain,
To call his own,
continuously beating,
Again and again,

Sadness and pain,
Returns yat again,
Who,
Why,
Does he feel this way,
No one knows,
No one can,
He is the child,
Who became a man.






Copyright © 2012 John Bevan

She's Gone

He stands there watching,
as the rain falls down,
He's thinking of her,
as he stands alone,
Do you think of what's happened,
think of the times,
It took place so long ago,

He stands there watching,
as the rain falls down,
He's patiently waiting,
waiting for his wife to come home,
As he began to remember,
what others had forgot,
The teardrops fell,
and hit the ground,

He stands there watching,
as the rain fell down,
He thinks of the nights,
that she came home,
But now he just stands there all alone,
His wife was now gone,
Never to come home,
Hit by a driver on her way home,

Now he stand there waiting,
standing alone,
The rain keeps falling,
when no one can see,
He stands there waiting for eternity.




Copyright © 2012 John Bevan

Re-Light The Spark

She takes me,

to the stars,

The moon,

Sparks fly,

As we light up the room,

Hearts beat,

at a lightening pace,

As we hold each other,

in loves embrace,

Beads of sweat,

bitter taste,

for a love so sweet,

Bieng consumed,

by lovers heat,

The passion,

The fire,

The flame,

Never to forget,

Your beauty,

Your touch,

Your name,

The distant dreams,

will happen once again,

You are the phoenix,

who lit my heart,

Hit the point,

re-lit the spark,

To hold you in these arms,

to touch your heart,

it will be my turn,

to ignite the flame.

Copyright © 2010 John Bevan

The Damned

I have seen,
through your dreams,
There's no light after all,
All that I've seen in my life,
The torture,
The pain and the screams,
We slowly rise just to fall,
I've lost my way,
Lost my life,
Can't make sense of it all,

I have seen many dream,
Children screaming. 'No more,'
I've lost my love,
Lost my faith,
Will I make it back home,
Lose my mind as I fall,
Am I damned, broken in chains,
now I'm blind from it all,

Can I break,
Free from these chains,
Now I have no will at all,
Save my soul,
Take my hand,
and don't let go,
Or I shall be damned for it all,

Free your mind,
Free your soul,
Understand,
Let me take control,
Set me free,
and I will show you so much more,
I'll open your mind,
to more than before,

Take my hand,
come with me,
Let me open your eyes,
I'll show you dreams,
Not yet known.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan 

The Entity

I lay here thinking of you,
thinking of the things you do,
Your whisper,
Your screams,
what goes on in your dreams,
Do you think of me,
Holding,
Kissing you,
So tenderly,
Tangled,
Entwined,
for eternity,

Feel my hands against your face,
The heat intensifies,
as it falls in place,A blue lit flame cries out your name,
As the passion begins,
over and over,
Again,

Beads of sweat begin to trickle,
down and around your curves,
nerves sting and tingle,
As the flames ensue,
now the earth is on fire,
My heart skips,
beats,
 As I fall in to you,
The flames burn,
I'm lost in you,
Hear me in your heart,
With the words I whisper,


Feel me in your stomach,
A love so intense,
I can still hear her,
With a warmth that's felt inside,
right to the very core,
Nothing that she could hide,

A craving of wanting,
needing more,
I'm right here waiting,
inside your head,
Ready to play with you,
when you're in bed,
Never forget,
I can make you feel,
I'm right here inside of you,
Right here in your head,

Feel the pulse,
You always do,
Each time when you're in bed,
See me I'm always here,
Even though I'm long gone,

Dead.






Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

The Recluse

As I walk home,
on this road,
Alone,
I think of my past,
Times,
The cheer filled days,
and those childhood,
Lines,
How they drift away,

Down this road I see,
People slowly walking,
As they pass me,
I look at their faces,
and no expression,
I see,
as they look at me,
I seem out of place,

Secluded am I,
I walk down this road,
Always wondering why,
The seed is sewn,
Remembering the times,
And the games that play,
Forever trying to lift,
To move this weight away,

I should have known,
As I walked,
Roamed,
On my own,
Reclusive am I,
With no words to say,

Silence moves from my lips,
As screams move through my head,
My pen flows and streams,
With poems,
I have not read,
Fluid ink,
produces dreams,
and drips,
With words I've never said,
Just dancing around,
Spinning in my head,

The voices I hear,
are never dead,
Not something I fear,
but told,
With pen and led,
Releasing,
The pain,
Love,
Hurt,
Bled,
To be kept alive,
and never dead.








Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Great Expectations

The aristocracy,
of the Brit,
If anyone can say it,
This one can,
It's a myth, a fable,
a painful tale,

It's China cup,
Saucer,Tea leaves and hot water,
One lump or two,
Left in a cup to stew,

It's the four sets,
of knives and forks,
The three sets of spoons,
and the servants present,
With the food in the room,

Those days are gone,
When gents turned up for show,
All dressed up,
with a dickey bow,
And their tailor made tuxedo,
Just for the nights entertainment,
They had more money,
Than brains,
intelligence,

Now the British aristocracy,
are more interested,
In flashing their cash,
Partying at the night clubs,
The paparazzi flash,

Take a pic,
"Quick there's one,
they've just been sick,"
Heroin, cocaine, meow,
drugs, drink,
Pushing them selves,
further to the brink,

None of them realize,
None of them think,
One more pill,
One more drink,
One step away,
from the mortuary sink,

The girls turn tricks,
just to get that next fix,
Walking,
stumbling,
Trip,
Tell,
Ever closer,
To the doorway to hell,
The tormented mind,
In an empty shell,

Depression sets in,
As they lose control,
falling deeper in to the hole,
The clinics safe haven,
try to save their soul,

Withdrawals imminent,
Suicide watch,
they've lost everything,
lost the lot,
doesn't take much more,
before they lose the plot,

They run to escape,
Take a new drug,
and end up a date rape,
Panic sets in but it's to late,
In the hotel they awoke,
Turn over in bed,
and it's another bloke,
Takes a bath,
in the hotel room,
Takes a razor,
as it's just turned noon,
The cleaner steps in,
to tidy the room,

The expression on her face,
As she sees his face,
eyes closed and skin pale,
like a full moon at night,
His face is cold,
his pulse is gone,
no one to see him,
as he moves on. 




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Fragile Mind

Take apart,
What's left of your heart,
Let me see inside,

Take me in,
Show me,
The things that you've seen,
Let me hold your fragile mind,

You have watched,
The heart run out of luck,
and destruction of the mind,

You threw away the key,
To protect the possibility,
of losing your fragile mind,

Let it be me,
To help you see,
The hearts never been fair,
Hurt and pain,
Endured to get there,

Your heads a mess,
And we've both been through it,
But we continue,
in the hope to connect,
as we start to unwind,

Love's insane,
Though we still pursue it,
We get hurt,
and it's so unkind

Left with scars that remain,
But we continue,
To break through it,
Holding our fragile mind.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Gizajob

Pen to Paper,
wondering when,
Resume,
application forms,
Submitted again and again,

School,
College,
under my belt,
the stress and anxiety,
is bad for the health,

Reading the papers,
surfing the web,
Depression sets in,
as the weeks pass with stealth,

Sit here waiting,
wondering why,
No letter of regret,
Not one single reply,

You sit there thinking,
just give me that chance,
I'll show you my worth,
given half a chance.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

The Trenches (World War II)

I stand here,
in the pouring rain,
been here so long now,
I fight to remember my name,

These cold,
damp conditions,
Make us numb,
to the bone,
Each one of us,
feels cold  and alone,
As we check,
our ammo and gun,

We are seven feet under,
but we can still see,
looking out for the enemy,
Through the barbed wire,
Mud and guts,
in plain sight,
With the explosions,
that light up the night,

We wrote letters,
to our loved ones,
Last week or so,
Saying My Darling,
How much I love you so,
will I be home,
I just don't know,
and please tell the kids,
How I miss them so,

When night time comes,
we go over you see,
To engage in attacks,
on the enemy,
Not many survive,
the final run,

The explosions of mines,
grenades and the Gatling gun,
But we follow our orders,
to the letter you see,
deserting no option,
for my friends and me,
Sot on site,
to make way for the brave,
It's 1939 and I think It's time,
The sergeants,
blow their whistles,
for us to cross the line,
Pushing us over,
for one last time,

Out of the trenches,
on to the mudded plain,
The explosions,
and gun fire,
again and again,
body parts and shrapnel,
are all that remain,

When I'm gone,
Will you remember my name,
With hurt,
sorrow,
For the children left behind,
or didn't know,

They gave their lives,
for peace you see,
So remember the fallen,
And the living too,
They fought this battle,
for me and you,

Although our hearts,
will be filled with sorrow,
They gave their lives,
In hope,
for a peaceful tomorrow.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan