Father

You have enabled me to climb mountains I'd never thought I would summit
You have given me hope joy and peace in the times when all has seem bleak
You have been there through the shouting, the violence and anger
You have given me the inspiration to keep writing, even in my hopeless hours
Your books lie upon my shelf, read at regular intervals
Your plays I have performed using my own methods, renewed their passion
Your brilliance and your intelligence have sparked the first flames within me
You were there when I took my first breath and I hope still around when I take my last
You are the cement in the foundations of my home and borders
You provided me with such strength when I was young, which I still carry
You are what drove me initially onwards, into a bright future
You walked me down the aisle, me on the crook of your elbow
You will still be a part of me, even though I am married now
For how could I ever forget you

To the liar

Sometimes I think of all the lies you told
The way you kept us entertained
The tales you spun and the things you said
How you lived across the world
How your daughter was growing up so fast
How your infant son died in the cold of winter
You were married and you left your wife
Out of sorrow, out of memory
And then you came back to England
So engaged and full of a thousand words
You had the scars to prove your pain
You had the tears to let belief flow
But then we found out that Iceland never was
That the only truth was the death of your mother
The only fact was your sister
The only salvation was the fact we still trusted you
We still believe in your future
In your paintings, your forgery, your pain
Whatever the truth is you are still the same
Same man walking in those shoes
Who has shown some kindness, some spirit
Who wrote such pure-sounding word
For an artist is an artist whether or not
He created the brush strokes that gave his name
Your name, that may itself seem now a lie
But let me tell you this one day
That you are still in my mind, in these poems I write
You'll never be out of my mind
No matter what lies you told.

Catch me

I have a disease
And i don't want to put you at unease
But my sickness
It haunts me
I carry it around with me
There's no cure, as yet
They give pills but they only solve
The tiny fragments that splinter off and hurt the most
They give temporary measureable understanding
Making a life more
Balanced, one guesses
Setting emotions on a path of near
Straightness
Running parralell with yours
The disease is mostly in my head
But it causes outbursts that I can't control
I scream and shout
I hit and swear
Randomly tears begin to trickle down my pale, bloodless cheeks
I'm stuck with this horror
This neverending cycle
A type of pain that's not physical,
But is agony all the same
I strive to the effort of
Living each day
Surviving each day and being
An individual in a crowd
Of otherwise similar people, who may seem well out with
But inside their suffering daily
Keeping up the pretense that
We're all normal
All sane
That word which catapults around my mind
Caught in the unending web of my mentality
I am going to the edge
Edge of sanity, the edge of bravery
The gravity is failing me
I am falling
Please catch me

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Remembering the people left in this world
Remembering those who had voices unheard
Remembering the folk who are left to stand
Remembering those who walked hand in hand
Remembering those who were once were
Remembering those who are to be were
Remembering the men who stood proud and tall
Remembering the women who took it all
Remembering me and remembering you
What we were and how we grew
Remembering the dead and those we lost
Remembering what greed and lies cost
Remembering us and remembering them
What we had, now and then
Remembering out past and acknowledging now
Knowing what to do, when and how
What to say and what to do
The life we have and the few
The few who remember with us, and with them
We remember the times not to be forgotten again