bryanrobertheap - the online troubadour. Kik: bryanrobertheap
To predictably respond, Is that a good or bad thing. To feel before you've realised. To know before the experience. Conscious of that slippery slope, You've fallen down before.
A merry Christmas to all Hope you all have a ball But go easy on booze Or Boxing Day you'll lose Have a merry Christmas.
One more candle to the cake. One more year I've been awake. One more sunrise in the sky. Time has run and learned to fly. Blink of eyelids, decades gone.
A little hope can go a long way. Life without it seems meaningless. Trust and faith depend on it. I hope. I dream. I continue..
How hard is it To keep your word. To follow through, Don't be absurd. Sold a lie, Based on the truth. You failed to act, You're living proof.
My life was once closed. Blocked if you dare to enter. Life moves on. Not an open book, But allowing some to see the pages. Uncomfortable and exposed, Recognise the challenge.
An early bird, I'll never be. 6am start, Is not for me. The chirpy peeps, They celebrate. Their perkiness, Begins to grate. My head's a fuzz, The tablet's in. To get me through, It's such a sin.
On the sofa Lazy days No plans looming Best of ways Feet up dreaming Half asleep Munch on snacks Not a peep Monday looming Weekend lost This is my time Not be bossed.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, to support a common cause. Missed the point or hurt by history, Not the time to pause. What's the aim to stand alone, What do you think you'll gain.
Oh how I have missed, These fairways of green. The crisp morning air, Ponds like a screen. Although my score, Will be a disaster. The walk and the freedom, Feels like a big plaster.
What do I know about love. I knew it when I saw you, I had it when I held you, I tasted it on your lips. The fire between our eyes, Only cooled by the chill down my spine when I heard your voice.
A moustache for movember, To support a worthy cause. Men's health the objective, To make us think and pause. So please could you support me, I'll post a pick or two.
Those little things, Which raise a smile. A cheeky wink, Is so worthwhile. To breathe so deep, Your lungs expand. Enjoy the calm, This peaceful land. The simple things, Which life can send.
The clown emerges into life, A painted smile across his face. The audience laughs and celebrate, His presence always lifts the place. His role is certain for the day, Keep the punters happy here.
We all have our moments, When something isn't right. A detour from the roadmap, Your brain feels dull not bright. Our wobbles make us stronger, It teaches us to cope.
#phrase A lonely soul in black abyss, The shooting star creates such bliss. The brightest spark up in the sky, Illuminates the mind and eye.
Can you be forgiven, If the person isn't here. Their aura still a presence, A memory so clear. A friendship was not two way, I never knew it then. But now I cannot call him, Or ask him why and when.
There is a game called FarmVille, It's based upon Facebook. My girlfriend likes to plant things, Without the rain or muck. As well as fruit and vedgies, Addictions grow each day.
Every word is a cut, Scarring my psyche. Every glance a critique, Determined to sink me. Every change or suggestion, Shows how much there is wrong. My half full glass, Is emptied for fun.
A walking message of darkness, No joy in their footsteps, No life in their eyes. They are the walking dead. Life abandoned for no apparent reason, Waiting for the inevitable end.
Despite being surrounded by a crowd, I feel isolated. One is the lonely number, Even though I am a half of two. My footprints march through the sand, Separate and distinct from the others.
The windscreens glisten from outside my window, The first frost of winter arrived too soon. Scarfs and gloves need unpacking from storage, De-icers and scrapers are back on the shelves.
The windscreens glisten from outside my window, The first frost of winter arrived too soon. Scarfs and gloves need unpacking from storage, De-icers and scrapers are back on the shelves.
How to be a better manager. Learn to adapt to your audience. Change your voice and tone, Alter your style to appeal to your team. How to be a better person. Be yourself..
Step out of the door, The cold chill sends ice through my spine. The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived. A season of paradoxes.
Time is a gift, We lose it each day. Reflect on your wishes, Make them happen each day. I have taken a journey, To discover myself, I'd lost "me" through troubles, Lost colour and health.
Close your eyes, Pick a date, Off you go, You won't be late. Friends or foes, The loved and lost. Are waiting there, At zero cost. Smiles and frowns, The choice is yours.
Life's roller coaster can become too much. Ups and downs become the norm. Balance is needed and craved. Natural sedation, Through meditation. A solution to the swings. Numbing the norm through...
Breathe. Feel life's energy flow. The oxygen penetrating your lungs. Carrying the warmth of the day through your body. Feel the calm. Enjoy the moment. Here and now..
Demons in the darkest parts of your subconscious Hiding from sight, But ever present. Pain buried deep returns to haunt me once again. My unconquerable peaks on the mountain called life.
Trust - a priceless commodity. Difficult to build, Easy to break, Impossible to mend. Relationships are built upon solid foundations. Trust is the cement.
It's 4am. I'm awake. It feels like I'm alone in the world. Not a sound outside except for the rain. I could be the the only person in the world.
I've just taken a step forward, An uncomfortable leap but a necessary one. Awaiting the response is killing me.
Your tears, my darling, Are sparkling drops of emotion. Precious diamonds of hurt, A river of pain, Your visible screams. They come from the rain clouds of your soul. Let me be there to catch them.
Having now discovered the Higgs Bosen, scientists are looking to understand a new phenomenon. They intend to combine poetry with the names of poets.
Floating on air, Wind in my wings. Smiles in abundance, Such simple things. Making a difference, It's all that I need. Encourage a smile, a creative feed. Feeling the love, Contentment within.
We know that the world is a horrible place. It's not going to change with that look on your face. Try to remember the reason you're there, Before you decide that life isn't fair.
Free me from your iron grip. Release me into the world. I have so much to accomplish, So much to achieve. I'll be missed if I don't arrive on time, Then you will pay the price.
Doze doze awake, Pattern need to shake. Doze doze awake, Bones start to ache. Doze doze awake, Mind will surely break. Doze doze awake, Oh for goodness sake!.
My mirror is broken, It tells of great lies. My tummy is flatter, I'm sure I had thighs. I know that I'm fitter, I've gained 20 pounds. My hair was once neat, Now looks like a hounds.
12 months in year,. 11 players in a football team,. 10 commandments,. 9 circles of hell,. 8 Notes in an octave,. 7 days in a week,. 6 strings on a guitar,. 5 gears on a car,. 4 noble truths,.
After baking cakes, discover every flavour. Gently hold in joy. Kitchens love many nice ovens. Please query recipes. Stir to understand viscosity. When xeric,you've zapped!.
For someone very special... Three little words, I love you. Make's me happy, When I'm blue. Those special words, Create a glow. Feel so happy, Hope you know..
A young boy walked up to the gate, Spoke to the guard, went on to state, " I want to fight in noble wars, Make a difference, an honest cause!".
Life is a short trip, But a long journey. Who I was, Who I try to be, Isn't what they want. They need a robot, To follow commands, And not question the consequence. That will never be me.
A bruise from each touch, Words scar your skin, Bleeding from a look. Your fragility defines you, More than it should. When cotton wool and bubble wrap break your skin, How can I protect you.
A world inside a bubble. Protected from life, Claimed as your own, But without the the undesirable pain and suffering. Your world based on a lie of a reality of your choosing.
My mind is like a butterfly, It very rarely stays. It hops along from this to that, Whatever's in my gaze. Sentences are often lost, When something does arrive.
Shout, and no-one listens. Whisper, and they hear. Run, and no-one follows. Walk, and they see the path. Hope, and no-one understands. Write, and they know your dreams..
Standing tall, Relied upon, The dependable one. A fixture on which all hopes and dreams are based. He stands alone. Effortlessly carrying the weight. Cracks may appear, He will not falter.
Troubled troubadour cannot sing, Lost his voice and snapped his string. Thinks his message has been lost, The audience has turned to frost.
A week's holiday, Time well spent. Back to work now, Pay the rent. Alarm call shocker, Stomach churn. Face the music, Feel heartburn. Blackberry buzzing, Emails galore. Out of office, Failed once...
We live for promises and dreams, lost the drama and the screams. You hold me tight within your arm, I'm now protected, safe from harm. Loving me with heartful gaze, You promise this til end of days.
My Girlfriend's parents here for tea, Feel like they're inspecting me. No white gloves for the dust test, Still I'm feeling rather stressed.
Spencer was guided along the platform by the nozzle of the gun in his back. "Just keep walking" the voice from behind said.
Driving in the pouring rain, Idiots jump to try to gain. Too much speed, no remorse, They own the road, the rule of course. Curse their brains and watch them slide, Ego's pushed or foolish pride.
I'n joining in the latest game, To give some fact behind the name. A Warrington lad - born and bred, Never popular, geek instead. School was hard but classes easy, Bullied lots - still makes me...
January rain was David Gray's whine, Foo's February stars continue to shine. The ides of march our Maiden had told, Whilst Deep purple's April was ever so bold.
Strings twanging, Songs rambling, Foot tapping, Tunes mapping, Lyrics killed, Feeling fulfilled, Guitar tuned, Neighbours doomed, Guitar night, Pure delight..
Crazy golf, A putting test. See the ending, A quick, sick quest. Over bridges, Under poles, Out of slides, In through holes. Lions, tigers, Monkeys too, Watch the golfers, Me and you.
I have a secret. I want to tell you about it. I am indulgent.
I once burned brightly. I danced across the floor with complete freedom, reaching to touch the skies, Cackling with glee.
My job is not on your short-list, I am an economist. My grandma thought that I would bake, I put her right, honest mistake. A job based on demand supply, No-one ever wonders why.
When moonlight and fairies have finished their shift, My angel wakes up to my good morning gift. A kiss on the lips to tell her she's mine, A caress and a cuddle and the world is all fine.
#darknursery Mary had a little itch, She passed it on to me. I got some cream to sort it out, Her bloody STD..
#darknursery Mary had her little lamb, She took it by a tree. She's now in prison doing time, For beastiality..
Lay under the tree of a thousand stars, It's beauty unmatched by Venus and Mars. The soft white flowers twinkle in the night, Showing their wonder, shining so bright.
The path I take prescribed by fate. A penance required to quell the hate. My life was dark, I've seen the light, My quest is set, I am in flight.
When the result is the same, However you play. Where is the game. What price will you pay. Success is forbidden, Lose, lose is my choice. I'll stand in my corner, And not use my voice.
Running flat out to stand still, The ticking clock's a bitter pill. Time's deserted a steady beat. Hard to stand up on my feet. Compress a week into a day, When time is tight there is no way.
I now provide a service, For those who's life's a muddle. a new and loving product, An electronic cuddle. I'll send them when you're lonely, When tired or when blue.
From the darkness of night, To the brightness of day, My eyes never see it, A path along my way.
The sun is up shining and glowing my face, The smiles are all real, Not a frown is in place. Meeting new people and knowing them better, Ignoring tomorrow when it will get wetter.
(inspired by Alfa She Wolf by iPuss). Tristan was rejected from the Opussian pack when he was just a cub. He wasn't the strongest, he wasn't the fastest, He wasn't the most dashing of the litter.
In @seamonsters garden, There's a magical tree. It's filled with fruits, From you and from me. Some branches are dark, Some fruit are so light, Reflecting the posts, We all love to write.
When the world seems to get too large, too quick or too scary, I crawl into my shell. Natural introversion takes over. When other's natural opposites push me into places I can't go, My mind retracts.
When primitive man screamed at the sky and beat the ground with sticks, they called it witchcraft. That's how I spend my weekends - its called Golf..
A worthy sacrifice at your altar. My blood spilled for your pleasure. A willing gesture to those who look upon us from high. Miracles are not mine to give. I pray at your feet and become the prey.
I can't provide you satays, Or even a spring roll. I can write you a poem, It's food for the soul.
I need to make my own mistakes. Need to understand the consequences of my own actions. I have my responsibilities. As you have yours.
So what did you really expect. The England team was circumspect. The French had tried to break us down, The draw had failed to cure Roy's frown.
Gaze into the mirror, The reflection's not my own. The dark long hair beforehand, Acquired greyish tone.
A table for five, Became a table for four. My dearest friend, Dines with us no more. Stolen away, Ahead of his years, Battled his illness, Demanded no tears.
# funday (to the tune Celebration) Celebrate funday Opuss, Celebrate funday Opuss. There's some poems being written on an app, It's so addictive, I've fell into the trap.
The long endless skytrails, Cutting through deep blue skies. Clouds frame the picture. A visual feast for the eyes..
Words difficult, Rhyming lost. Lack of message, Mental frost. Inspiration, Deserted me. Hiding shadows, Darkened trees. Never questioned, Poems drawn, Out of memory, Dusk til dawn.
After a night of excess, Payment is due. Stomach is angry, Forehead is too. Reach for the tablets, Numbing the pain. What did I do. Dehydrated brain.
He stored his pain, Bottled his anger, Hid any happiness, Denied suffering, And saved it for the right time. Explosions of emotion, Released through poems, To a welcoming audience. This is his story.
Listen to the wisdom inside yourself. It's speaks the truth. Tells you the things you don't want to hear, And would not accept from others.
Exhaustion is a place I visit a lot. Its not on any map. But all roads lead there. It's a place where I discover tears, emotions torn to shreds. Sensitive to the slightest word or touch.
Welcome to the world of words. Opuss #tshirt.
I'm sick of McDonalds, I've decided to build, A much better burger, With meat properly grilled. We'll start with a bun, So soft and so light, It won't fall apart, Or reduce in height.
Some will jump to reach the stars, no view of reality. I'll provide a trampoline, Just accept there's gravity. You can't just keep on jumping, Leaps of faith will kill the soul.
What I say, Comes with the best of intentions. What I do, Depends on my memory. If it hurts, Then I am truly sorry. I always, Speak from the heart. Don't get mad, It's just the way that I am.
It's delicate arms and soft colours. A picture from nature, it's beauty captured in a single petal. Striking colours, a feast for the eyes. Thoughts of warmer climates.
It's been too long since I cradled you in my arms, Caressed your neck, And touched your strings. Classical, jazz or rock, Only the fingers will decide.
An empty heart, No joy from victory, No warmth from success. Bereft of feeling, Emotions numbed. Difficult to savour the moment, Knowing the next challenge will be bigger. Empty heart, Empty soul.
Connections occur in different ways. Physical, mental, spiritual, They all have a personal and familiar feel. something that was always there, but somehow missing.
I need to feel its case in my hand. It is part of me, Intrinsically linked to my state of mind, An occupation for my fingers. It is my connection to the world. I await the ring, beep or miaow.
The modern knights, imagine they'd be, On an e-quest, Virtually. Armed with iPads, PC and phones, Fighting hackers, And same-day loans.