~Sheridan Poetry~

Alfred Lord Tennyson Was A Wise Old Man

2011-05-14T14:10:00.002+01:00

Alfred Lord Tennyson was a wise old man.

Running into loneliness..

Eyes with a vacant look,

Memories of you and a voice screaming, 'I will hold you no more'

echoes of that thought within..

I run into loneliness,

displaced, decanted, drifting on the mist within the trees,

I run into loneliness

my confidence vanished with the closing of a door,

I run into loneliness,

Years go bye, people change and so do I,

many a familiar face and place seem like a dream,

they are displaced, drifting and forgotten in the early morning mist upon the trees,

yet you still remain,

whispers in the dark and shimmers in the night,

a dusty old portrait of a lady hung within the gallery of my mind.

Goodbye To Another Year.

2011-01-01T02:28:00.001Z

Goodbye to another year...

Things will never be the same,

Throw away that newspaper and all those old gadgets and things,

Go modern so you can fit in,

To the today and all its faux glory,

Goodbye to another year,

Things will never be the same,

One more forgotten memory…

Of you,

Of me,

Of when I was happy,

Of when I laughed,

Of when I cried over you, over me,

Over some stranger at the party,

Goodbye to another year,

This year will be different, just like the ones before,

This year will be better, just like I hoped before,

This year I will laugh and smile and be happy at times,

Just like the years before

Hello to a new year…

People will come into our lives, only to fade back out again and disappear,

Some we will love and cherish and be with for many more years to come,

Some are taken before their time which brings sorrow to us all,

Some have been with us along our journey until now, now their journey has come to an end,

Some have been lucky to have friends and family, in people like you and I,

Some have been less fortunate and had no family at all,

Some have been left alone and forgotten so many years ago, all their friends have left this world and now its time for them to go, though do not shed a tear for them as you have to let out the old before you can bring in the new,

This is the nature of things…

Another year is here and we will never be as we once were.

Tomorrow Is A New Day

2010-08-25T14:32:00.002+01:00

Tomorrow Is A New Day

The road is hard, the road is long,
The nights are cold,
And the days feel empty.

Not in my world any more…

Somewhere in a room a dusty piano sings no more,
The fragrance of old love has turned stale in the air,

What is left is all we have…

Regrets run deep and scattered memories are in an army of thoughts.
Your on a train heading south travelling a hundred miles per hour and
sweet girl your running through my head a hundred miles more,

I’m letting you loose to run and hide inside my head,
I’m broadcasting on all frequencies, hoping that you’ll come running back to me…
I like to run and hide in a world of make believe,

The stories are always so much better than the film…
a film of peoples life’s

Sing me a sad song dear and I’ll sing it back to you of how people move on sometimes out of fear.

Drink a glass of fine wine darling and think of me, mind to keep warm in those memories that quickly fade from our view, for the road is hard, and the road is long and the nights get colder as the days meld into one.

I spend time rambling through my memories and before I fall into a slumber I think to myself…
What if tomorrow never comes.

Alba

2010-08-21T15:09:00.001+01:00

Alba

Cold winds blowing through the fields and through my hair,
How sweet Tis,
Summer in the air, the bonny heather growing everywhere,
Broom upon the hills, this is Scotland,
You too can find peace and happiness here,
How sweet Tis

Hear the piano play,
Hear the rustle of leaves underneath your feet,
Carve your lovers name upon a tree,
Mumble and hum as you go on your way

Living life the way it should be,
All is welcome here,
In the country,
In the wilderness,
In your heart,
This is Scotland.

Haphazard World

2010-08-21T15:01:00.001+01:00

Haphazard World

Living within the black and white lines of what is right and wrong set out by governmental fools in a haphazard world,

Law abiding citizen,
Criminal,
Injustice,
What is right and wrong
Crime…

Crime of an unfilled life,
Sickness,
The Gaul of humanity,
The cold hard reality,
We live and breath inhumanity…

We hurt each other,
We make each other bleed,
We kill,
We hunt,

We hunt our fellow living organisms on this earth sphere,
We have no more right to live than they to die,

Top of the food chain,
Weak link,
The missing link,
The missing brain cells to think,
Lazy brain,
Lazy attitude,
Lazy way to think,
We are.

Software

2010-06-12T15:22:00.001+01:00

Software

Take this chip from my hard drive,
Erase,
Format,
Recreate,
Program me to a happy life

I have dreams… Glitch,
I have dreams… Error, Error,
There is a ghost in my machine

Erase me,
Format me,
Program me into a happy android for this brainwashed nation

The Carousal

2010-06-01T23:55:00.001+01:00

The carousal

The carousal spins again to the infinitum of life as
Death sits upon a stool devouring the candy floss of his last soul

Pleasure seekers constantly chasing a selfish pursuit for happiness, to what end,
How far is one prepared to go?
Sacrifice ones self,
sacrifice humanity,
changing the rules to suit ourselves

Disgraceful
Disgusting
Life ‘Tis

Searching the vastness of an ever expanding universe through a refracted lens with a belly full of hope and a child’s bright eye
The truth is out there, so few can see
nor comprehend…myself included

The truth I imagine is blinding,
Glimpses… a select few do see
Archimedes, Fibonacci, Einstein, how we owe thee

We are mere ants marching on our way,
Part of nature…
Destroying nature
Expanding…
Riding the horse of the carousal as death waits for his taste of you

Independence

2010-05-23T17:13:00.001+01:00

Independence

Shields
Screams
The Law
Overthrown
Sphere Of Influence
A New Beginning Emerges

Autumn Breezes

2010-05-22T22:47:00.001+01:00

Autumn Breezes

The memories are strong and the tears have long since gone,
Still my heart is heavy and the pain does go on.

Will you mistake me for a stranger and walk on bye,
Or do you see me in the faces of others from the corner of your eye only for you to be disappointed, as you let out a sorrowful sigh

Will you keep the pictures of us that was taken

Do you wish that you had not forsaken… my love.

One day our love to, will be forgotten,
as the world does keeps revolving and the trees do grow old and die,
we humans and our love are like that of autumn breezes,
Gone in the fluttering of an eye.

Dead Flowers

2010-05-22T22:41:00.002+01:00

Dead Flowers

The fire that dwells within us, sometimes burns bright, and the sweet whispers that one does here, quickly become hostile voices in the night

Oh rejection it can crumble even the mightiest of knights
Oh rejection, those horrible feelings do ferment
Oh rejection, take these horrible feelings and take flight

Oh rejection: A flower in need of loves light

Lest we not forget,
Poor Ophelia and poor Elaine The Fair of Astolat, who are bound to forever swim in the river of sadness…

Burnin' Embers

2010-05-09T11:49:00.001+01:00

Burnin’ Embers
(Lowland Scots language)

Come aw ye bairns, drap yer swords ay war,
‘tis nae point fightin, we ur awreddy dain fur,

Th’ Sassenachs hae us surroonded,
Wi’ evil intent in their een
Bt aye min’

They main slaughter uir fowk,
An’ they can ne’er tak’ lands,
But they can ne’er tak’ ‘at something’
‘at dwells inside ay us,
uir spirit tae survife

Those times hae lang since gain,
yit th’ fire still burn, fur try as we main we cannae forgit,
whit an’ fa brooght us haur, sae in haur ay uir ancestors
th’ barnie will gang oan.

Lady Of The Lake

2010-04-30T14:27:00.001+01:00

Lady Of The Lake

Through the dream I wonder and down the old miners track I go to visit a lady once forgotten down at Llyn Llydaw

I leave her a tribute and sit and watch the sun set upon the misty mountain dream,
as the silence of the night fills the air, the nocturnal animals start to appear,

As I start to drift off to some other forgotten land,
An ethereal voice barely a whisper breaks the silence of the night air,
Sheridan…
Sheridan, don’t leave now,
The voice becomes clearer and I instantly know it could only be she,
That lady that was once forgotten thousands of yeas ago,

The night grows brighter than any night should be,
while the lake mystically glows so vigorously,

Now through the dream I wonder with the lady of Llyn Llydaw as she tells me of many stories, history and magic long forgotten,
many moons ago.

Ticktock

2010-04-09T14:57:00.001+01:00

Ticktock

Ticktock goes the clock,
ticktock goes the clock,

Death is on the news today,
The neighbours music is loud again,

Cant sleep, cant sleep
ticktock goes the clock,

Just another day,
Ticktock goes the clock,
Feed the cat, go to bed alone,
Ticktock goes the clock

Got up this morning went to get some air,
The streets are paved with dirt,
rubbish everywhere,
Cant breath,
The pollution is poison on my tongue

Ticktock goes the clock,
Another day comes and goes
Ticktock goes the clock

The world keeps revolving and the rain keeps falling down,
I sit in the park drowning as I watch the rain pour down,
Water the flowers, water the trees,
Oh try to,
wash away the dirt… there will still be some tomorrow
Oh try to
Wash away my pain… there will still be some tomorrow

Ticktock goes the clock,
Ticktock goes my biological clock.

Homeless

2010-04-09T14:53:00.001+01:00

Homeless

Just another statistic
Just another rejected member of an ugly society.

Songs running through my head,
No place to go,

Spare a coin dear Sir for a bite to eat?
Another passer by fails to meet my eyes, perhaps they are to blind to see
I don’t remember how I got here and people will probably not know when I’m dead and gone

Out of luck, and at rock bottom ,
It doesn’t matter how I got here, life just happens that way sometimes, and it could happen to you to

Just another statistic
Just another rejected member of an ugly society.

Future Dreams

2010-03-17T12:37:00.001Z

Future Dreams

Lost in the City

Do you remember what it was that you wanted,
Do you remember that instinctual truth that you once had,
What was it that you wanted?
What was it that you wanted before your dreams were took away and before you were taught how to think and fit into modern society’s plan

I am lost in the wilderness of my head and feel like a prisoner of this City
I must escape
Escape this concrete City and society’s Idea of what is right and what is wrong…
They are wrong.

I can take no more disorientation,
I want to be free to think and be,
I want to live

I can be that child again, with my rolled up jeans and future dreams

Take your capitalist ideas and your consumerist ways, I do not want them and did not need them, they lied to me, they tried to take my dreams away

I am lost in the wilderness, though I am finding my way,
I am trudging my way out of this life that is a prison cell to me
Back to the garden I will go,
Back to my soul, back to that child I was with rolled up jeans and future dreams.

Paint Me

2010-03-17T12:34:00.001Z

Paint Me

Paint me,
Paint me red,
Paint me all the colours of the rainbow,
How I feel so many colours run through me,
How I find them hard to explain or express,
How I long to, how I truly long to…

Only your love can set me free if you dare give it,
Love me,
Set me free,
Set me free and together we will soar with ease through this troubled world.

Silent In The Dark

2010-03-17T12:28:00.001Z

Silent In The Dark

We City dwellers dance the dance among the hustle and bustle of tall buildings and shiny cars as they whiz by

I dance the dance militaristic and long for the day to be over
I day dream of my love and of being enclosed in her arms

They are not here today,
They were yesterday or was that the day before, perhaps it was last week or was that last year… sometimes time goes by so fast,
when you lose your grip,
lose your sanity,
lose yourself in the dream.

I dance the dance in an automated trance among the Cities hustle and bustle, that I despise

I am not here today and I wont be here tomorrow or the day after, for I have lost my grip,
Lost my sanity,
Lost myself in the dream,
and now I will forever be,
silent in the dark.

Apple Pie Life

2008-06-08T16:56:00.001+01:00

Today I felt happy,
today I felt loved and adored,
today I got lost in the sky forever looking up, With eyes wide open and my heart enjoying this little slice of apple pie life,

This day I know can not last forever though,
this feeling I hope lasts longer than this day,
for when I am with you, there is no time
for feeling sad or blue,

I love you,
yes...
I love you... and I know it will last longer than this day,
'tis simple really,
You want me and I want you.

There may be sky's of grey or blue,
Though if we are in it...
Together,
There will always be...
rainbows,
afternoon apple pies and tea spoons for me and you.

May-June 2008

Remember That Life

2008-02-29T21:12:00.001Z

This poem is dedicated to my mother and to those that have lost someone close.

Remember the good times,
Remember the life they left behind in you,
Remember a smile,
Remember a moment in time,
Remember that old piece of advice,
Remember... remember...

That person was valued,
That person will sadly be missed,
That person and you will meet again in the cosmic bliss, for...

Life is energy,
Life is balance,
Life is a circle, it is a forever turning wheel.

29/02/08

Serial Killer

2007-12-12T04:23:00.001Z

Alone I am where I stop no one knows.

travelling killer I am, I trust no one and no one is safe,
for I have no conscience, for I choose not to.

I will crush you and fling you away like the trash you are,
once I finish with my pleasure and your pain,

you can try and catch me if you have the stomach and the will...
I will not stop,

I will not stop... for I am a killer...
A serial killer.

January 2000

A Door Of Old And Grey

2007-12-07T11:30:00.001Z

There is something lost, something that fell away, locked behind a door of old and grey.

There is something lost, something that fell away... locked behind a door of old and grey,
lost and forgotten deep inside me, it is my sense of feeling... my emotions that got locked away,

You see the smile on my face I act and laugh and put on a disguising face, though behind the velvet mask, there is a man, within a man, this man is lost and forgotten, he was left to slip away.

There is a door of old and grey and behind the door there waits a man impatiently for a dream to come, a lucid dream of a maiden that can set him free, some have tried to set him free and many more will fail after this day, but dreams have a way of becoming true to those who dare dream in the first place.

Written: 8th December 2007

Cold Heart

2007-10-10T19:01:00.001+01:00

I wish I could go back to the moments,
when my heart beat went faster,
when the smiles came easy,
when there was hope for that, forever love,
back to a place when we were younger,
back to the start...

Before all those salty tears and all those lonely years,
back to the place where I first saw you,
back to the moment of that first touch,
and that first kiss,
back to there being feeling and love...
in my heart.

10th Oct 07

The Silver Screen

2007-06-26T17:08:00.001+01:00

The Silver Screen,

The girl on the silver screen, said with a tear in each blue eye, If you leave me darling, I will surely die, I yawned and switched the television off, I've seen that film before, and in the end, it turns out okay, just like a million more,

I don't have to be a star, to play the love part, and there doesn't have to be a script for you to break my heart, and if I wrote a screenplay about the way you passed me by, I wonder after watching it would anybody cry.

Written by my late mother, Elizabeth Sheridan 29/10/60 - 28/09/03

Our Wedding Day

2007-06-11T12:30:00.001+01:00

Our Wedding Day

Overdue wedding kisses,

A fading pink and white bouquet of flowers,

rotting wedding cake,

bitter sweet taste of tragic tears and a pick me up line of coke, to numb away this pain.

If there is a god, he is but a cruel being, to bring you into my life, only to take yours away,

upon this day... our wedding day.

10^th June 2007

The Heart

2007-06-06T23:12:00.001+01:00

The Heart

The heart, it does not know of such things as age,
The heart it does not recognise a number,
The heart, loves what and who it wants, and is not in fear of what society thinks, nor ruled by the mind.
Some let their mind rule their hearts, and for them I can only feel sorrow, for I fear they will never find true happiness in life until they set their heart free.

My heart, it does not know of such things as age,
Nor does it recognise a number,
My heart, loves who and what it wants, and is not caged by society or the mind.
My heart is happy and free.

Written 29 April 2007

Shadows of our self

2007-06-06T23:11:00.001+01:00

Shadows of our self

Glimpses of people are all we see,

I hide from you and you hide from me, and everyone else hides from us.

We see familiar faces in familiar places, with closed eyes, yet deep within the iris we reflect a neediness to that which we crave and desire, yet still we are afraid to open our eyes.

I hide from you and you hide from me, and everyone else hides from us,

and all that we ever show are the shadows of our self.

Written 8^th May 2007

Circles in a stream

2007-06-06T23:09:00.001+01:00

Circles in a stream

Could this last forever or is this just a dream,
I watched you from a distance and instantly felt my heart longing to love and be loved.
I thought this was just the beginning, I did not realise that it was the end; I thought I had given you something special... and its name was love.

I saw something special inside you when we were together, perhaps this was merely an illusion, I will never know.
Perhaps we were just lonely and seized the moment... life must go on.
You shut me out, this was for the best, better for you and better for me... I guess

When I said goodbye, you seemed sad, your eyes told me our love could never have been, I’m not sad, no not sad...
We seized the moment, and then moved on like circles in a stream.

Written 2/9/1997

Knights and fair maidens

2007-06-06T23:06:00.001+01:00

Knights and fair maidens

Remember those fearless knights and lovely maidens, with there carefree ways.

As a wise old wizard once said, never judge a potion by its colour, for if you look too hard you will never be happy, and in the end your magic potion will not work.

Chivalry is not dead, dear ones and neither is love, continue your quest for the Holy Grail and the cup of love shall fill thee.

Written April 2007

The Price Of Freedom

2007-06-06T23:04:00.002+01:00

The Price Of Freedom

The red mould.

The jelly like form disappears, it is no longer the red mould that was so fondly looked upon. it has now taken a different shape, the shape, that which is liquid, kept prisoner within a circular space, were rays of light light spill through.

The feeling of being contained overwhelms the red liquid, the red liquid longs for freedom.

The red liquid flows towards the opening of the archway and escapes, the red liquid is happy for now ,though naive to the fact that it could only survive, confined by its master, the fire burns bright for now...

Only in death can the red liquid finally be free... death is the price of freedom.

Written Oct 1998

2007-06-06T23:02:00.002+01:00

Witches.

Wicked witches... wicked witches... wicked witches,
from the north they came,
Spider and grog, mashed brains and frog,
round and round the cauldron the witches go,
Smells like a rotten ghouls toe.

My 1st poem, aged 9yrs

Unfaithfully Mine

2007-06-06T23:00:00.001+01:00

Unfaithfully Mine

My heart, it beats with passion, my heart it beats with sorrow and pain,
My heart, it beats like a thousand charging horses through the cold, cold rain,
My heart it has been broken, like a branch it came tumbling down, to hear that you had forgotten me while we were apart.

Now the war is over, now that I am hear, our fears can be forgotten and left to wither away,
Now we can be back together, forever we will be, because when we are seen together, people say that we were meant to be.

Written Jan 2000