She's a Weeping Angel

Angel,
Angel,
When will you re-appear?

Angel,
Angel,
When will you save me from here?

All the love that's in my heart,
has now been torn apart,
Now I'm left here crying,

Angel,
Angel,
Please can you tell me why?

Angel,
Angel, 
Now I feel like I am dying,

All the dreams I've held inside,
have all withered,
Wilted,
Died,
Please can you come and open my eyes,

Angel,
Angel,
Your beautiful,
Please dry these tears that I cry,

Angel,
don't you weep,
My soul is your's to keep, 
Hold me close when you are near,

Angel, 
I still love you,
Each time I look in to the sky,
I wish you were here right by my side,

Angel, 
The love I have for you,
is deep inside,
And you are there,
each time I close my eyes,

Angel,
Angel,
How I wish you were near. 






Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

She's a Black Magic Woman

There's a dark cloud hanging over her,
As she walked away with tears in her eyes,
and a smile on her face,
She left him there bleeding,
with the words she'd cried,
And a toxic trace,

The black magic woman,

He secretly knew what was held inside of her,
Though he tried so hard,
to reveal what she had to hide,
Trying so hard to see behind the lies,

The black magic woman,

She never knew,
how much he felt for her,
Just what he would do,
to be by her side,
The days,
The weeks,
The months he tried,
To stand by her,
Though she threw him,
pushed him aside,

The black magic woman,

He sat there thinking,
of the things he's done,
The demons he'd slane,
and the heart,
he thought he'd won,
Now blown to pieces and just left there,
She no longer loved him,
and no longer cared,

 The black magic woman,

She was a man's temptation,
A yurning to caress,
Gave her body,
left a mess,
To the man who loved her,
with his heart he gave,
In the hope,
he'd capture her soul and save,

The black magic woman,

As she walked back to her grave.
His soul had been tortured,
his mind left insane,
Locked in a cage,
where he shall remain.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Earth (inspired by Michael Jackson)

Never thought I'd see the day,
The poles are melting,
breaking away,

Winters been and gone,
just a drop of snow and rain,
Now summers on the way,

People are optimistic,
it's not the ozone,
A decade has gone,
and it's all Oh No!, 

Drought,
disease, 
Burning forests,
Falling trees,
has the ozone perished?

Flash floods,
Earthquakes,
Rising tides,
Children trapped,
families die,
From natures destruction,
No one asks why,

Polluted waters,
Polluted sky,
No more water in land,
The earths bone dry,
The natural worlds dying,
and no one cares,
Why?

The animals fade,
fade to extinction,
Rain forests die,
for the human creation,
Oxygen depletes,
for the cars on the streets. 




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Day Dream Believer

A young boy sits in the corner weeping,
He can't go to sleep,
from the dreams he keeps seeing,
Of the girl,
who walked out of his life, 


The letters that were read,
stay locked in his head,
In a safe that's been locked,
with the key in,


The words that were read,
were of heartache he said,
for the girl that he'd loved,
and been seeing,


She left him right there,
standing naked and bare,
As she turn around,
and left him,


He tried not to cry,
or wanting to die,
For the girl,
Who broke his heart,
and left him,


He felt empty inside, 
though trying to hide,
The torture,
The pain,
He was left in,


He met a young lady,
he called Darling,
Sweetheart,
Baby,
Who gave him new dreams,
to believe in,


Their pasts were a curse,
concealment and outbursts,
If only they did some confiding,
Maybe they'd last,
And their futures were cast,
With the dreams,
they'd both been dreamin'.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan

Drama Drama Everywhere

It seems like no matter what I do drama follows me everywhere. I don't want it and never have separation through parents, cheating on girlfriends, girlfriends leaving to go out with ex-boyfriends. Isn't there anything normal anymore? Aren't we allowed to have a normal life then again what is normal? Is it something that you haven't already being in or is that now classed as boring? Shouldn't we strive for a more meaningful relationship something different, less grief?

An Olive Branch

You know someone has other intentions, when you offer to talk to someone and they start to get defensive. To get to know that person find out what they're like whether you can trust them or not. Or just to see how they are with regards to life, how they're getting on with working where they are or how their recent marriage is going. But when they start to ask questions about why you want to talk to them and start getting all defensive you start asking questions as to why they are. What do they have to hide? What are they trying to accomplish?
Does it all have to be cloak and dagger? Some Shakespearean play?

The Writer

The pain,
The hurt,
Mixed emotions,

The love,
The words,
Set in motion,

The nightmares,
The dreams,
with possibilities,

We set the scene,
and put them down,
For people to see,
inside our minds,

The pen,
The paper,
are laid here for me,
The thoughts and feelings,
are written to see,

Personal,
Heartfelt,
and stories I tell,
Each turn of the page,
is a look inside the shell,

Anger and rage,
You can see it all,
The love,
The pain,
The fantasy,
Some of these stories are true,
and some of them are tall,

All hold a part of me,
So turn a page,
read them all,
I'll put pen to paper,
and write some more.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan