Poems about Parkinson’s & other things

Time

Tick tock , wide awake, brain starts talking.
Inspired, creative, words fill my head.
A gift to elucidate, no point ignoring,
but sleep , please just sleep.
Time is running out, my most precious,
wasted on my misses, & thoughts so useless.
Dreaming again , could have been anything,
rewind , downsize, have your time again.
Trade it for something else,…..perhaps,
give yourself to a cause.
If I was worthy enough.
Was there a better path to tread?
Lyrics and rhymes, poems and lines,
have I wasted my time?
Tick tock, tick tock !
Mortality wakes us all
but ignorance was bliss.
Make up, dope myself up.
Time is running out.
Now to sleep, sweet sleep.
Sleep, sweet sleep


Dream Wish

A dream I dream is a dream of you

To let me see all the lights shine through

A wish I wish is a wish for you

To turn to me and say I love you

Because I am scared you wont

I am so scared you wont

Coz I know that I do

Don’t let me go 

Don’t run away

To say goodbye would hurt me

So when we kiss 

Don’t just kiss

Do more than that

Feel more than that

It’s not just that

I tell you I love you

And I hope that you do…….too

So float with me across the sea

In our arms in our boat together

Don’t let anyone knock us down

Don’t let anyone makes fall apart

So let’s just run away

and with you in your arms I’d stay

So when we kiss 

Don’t just kiss

Do more than that

Feel more than that

I tell you I love you

And I hope that you do……………too


Alone

Feeling like you want to scream
Trying to make everything alright
But your grip is fading away
Just treading water
with your power slipping away.


Feeling low coz you’ve got to be positive
Can’t ignore coz you’ve got to beat this
Can’t carry on regardless
Can’t be accused of being reckless
But clouds are beginning to gather.


Feeling the wall hit me,
Can’t shake it off
Have to rest to recover
Really need more than that.


Champagne days,
to dim the haze, this phase,
the fear of being nothing,
and Alone.


Who are we?

The Artist, The Painter, The Candlestick maker.

Feed your soul with these beautiful things.

The Singer, The Baker, The famous peacemaker.

Open your eyes to all these things.

The Feeler, The Dreamer, The Junior School Teacher.

Feed your mind with all you can find.

The Stealer, The Healer, The perpetual risk taker.

It’s all in our human condition.

The Faker, The Preacher, or The original Thinker?

It’s what makes us who we are.

Who we are?

Who we are?

Repeating , gifting, making us better,

It’s what makes us who we are.

It’s our human condition,

Our human affliction.

Believe in the life you’ve been given,

It’s what makes us who we are.

Who we are?

Who we are?


Existence

I search for an answer.

I have no question.

I just ponder, really.

Who am I?

Why do I exist?

Why do we all exist?

And what is this thing, The Universe?

The Theory of Everything?

I am a mere mortal!

Once I did not question.

I was most joyous then.


A Little Star

My little boy, I love you.

My little boy, my superstar,

Nothing in the world is as bright.

In my eyes you grow, a shining light.

My little boy, my beating heart.

Sweet dreams tonight, across the universe.

Hopes & wishes, angels & stars.

Stories of hope, following your heart.

No fears, no hurt, just laughs & kisses.

My lullaby song to you.

Sweet dreams tonight, my little boy.

My little boy, I love you

My little boy, my superstar

Nothing in the world is as fun

As you make me feel, so good, so real.

My little boy, my beating heart.

Sweet dreams tonight, to the moon and back.

Love and hugs, bursts and kisses.

Such little wisdom, keep your courage.

I’ll take your fear, don’t you worry.

My lullaby song to you.

Sweet dreams tonight, my little boy.