Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Far From You

You broke the bond and disappeared
You left me shuddering in fear
I thought I couldn't live without
Your presence if you weren't about

But now the great divide is set
I'm several bodies from you, yet
The story stays unfinished still
Lingers in mind, against my will

I'm many stories set apart
Each one that tries to steal my heart
I'm many trials far from you
Each one that tests my spirit through

Far from blinded by beauty gone
Where logic oversees my thoughts
Lest I should fall, be hurt and lost
I'm far from you, a stranger known

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Still

Still holding in what real holds
And binds my heart, I won't let go
Still hiding what I really feel
Still won't reveal what I've concealed

Whathas been buried deep inside
Still behind curtains, my soul hides
Still fearing what the world will say
Still broken that it's gone away

Still holding back the tears within
Still feel so lonely, holding in
The memories from where I'd been
The best I had, or'd ever seen

Still reflecting on the good times
Still feel emotions, now confined
In walls and barriers to protect
My heart from reject or neglect

Still deep inside false hope's aflame
That someday I'll be free from shame
Still dream that one day fate decides
To place who I love by my side

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Verbal Control

This thing inside that now resides
That lets loose all that's on my mind
That spits out venom, hurting prides
And say words that are so unkind

This instinct that won't let me be
That taints my personality
And leaves me fuming, yet in guilt
In moments destroys all I've built

How self control can be let go
In verbal exchange, blow for blow
Eventualities, the same
For there's nothing that one has gained

I must apply a new technique
That works for all, or me, unique
A way to reserve emotions
Use them in positive motions

Like letting things go, no retorts
Not always answering with my thoughts
Consider others may feel hurt
Maintain myself, soul, in it's fort

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Monday, 20 June 2011

Glenda

I've had my eyes for quite a while,
On you, admiring your smile
I stayed quiet, observed your style
You've got me thinking church and aisle

I'm quite a straight up kind of guy
But something 'bout you makes me shy
You've got me fiending, that's no lie
But I won't let this chance go by

I've spoken to you, read your words
But captivation left me blurred
Now I shall not go undeterred
And tell you what I'd have preferred

To lay with you, just you and I
Exchange our life stories, and why
Why feel as we feel, truths, no lies
While I steal glances from your eyes

Those passage ways where tears have seeped
I yearn to analyze, delve deep
Get warmer to the soul within
Where no other human has been

My thoughts have wandered, eyes explored
Your chocolate curves, breasts and more
That makes me want to shut the door
Engage in passion on the floor

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Free Yourself

When you become a prisoner of your mind it's then you find
You lose track of the pace of the world and yes even time
You blame the world for all your failures claim it's been unkind
Proclaiming that you can't be but it's yourself you bind

You block out all the honest truths of your ways and it's errors
Friends with procrastination, say goodbye to all endeavours
Your fears become reality as you grow old in terror
Of what you have become, shame your reflection in the mirror

Don't be the anus of the world, aim to be the placenta
Nourish your future, waste the waste, go forth set an agenda
So through the doors of opportunities you may now enter
And in the orbit of the blessings you will be the centre

The prison door is open, yes you've always had your freedom
Go out there be somebody, or at least make steps to become
The one who paves the way, become a shining light, a beacon
You've envied all successful well now here's your chance to be one

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Friday, 11 March 2011

Acceptance

Aimed to be included but then ended up excluded
The outcome? I'm secluded labelled mentally deluded

Or so the world concluded, and almost I too, included
The fears and cries protruded, from the mind, all were obtruded

What drives a man to madness, is restrictions on his sadness
What all outlets are binded, lead to silent rage in blindness

Desires for expression without judgements or oppression
The numb fear of rejection, or be mocked into depression

Copyright © 2011 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE