Poems by Andy Law

Arieleo

2010-04-08T22:54:00.002+01:00

You're the ram,

I'm the lion.

You with the pentagram,

I'm after zion.

Together our love burns,

Me and you together forever I yearn.

Our souls in sync,

Our two hearts,

Love,

We're in love,

We're at peace,

Like a dove,

You and me fit

Like the hand to the glove.

The Crush Of False Love

2010-04-03T18:10:00.002+01:00

Two

Two.
Strangers.

Meet, in the local club.

Two.
Strangers.

Become familiar.

Something

Two with nothing
Have come together to form something,
Though they've been here before,
This is a brand new sensual galore.

A tennis match of texts,
Two dates later,
They've never felt greater.

One

The way he places his arm around me,
Her beauty is beyond all known measure,
It makes me feel loved, that is all I want.
She shimmers as though her features made
He is everything I want, I love him.
From the finest gold in all of the world.
He cares for me as though I'm solid gold,
Her body moves with the elegance of
I want to stay with him, never grow old.
A swan gently wading in calm waters.
My handsome prince, he means the world to me.
My princess, she is beautiful to me.
Alone I weep when he is not around,
I feel alone when I am without her,
Wishing for him to come back, keep me warm,
I feel lost within my everyday life.
Keep me company and keep me happy.
I cherish the time when spend together,
Be with him, forever, my heart's desire.
I only wish that this love's forever.
When I see him peer at another girl,
When I see her flirt with another man,
My head molests me with wild jealousy.
My head tortures me with daft conclusions.
I know that he is cheating but my heart,
I know that she is cheating but my heart,
For my handsome prince, just keeps on beating.
For my princess, it just keeps on beating.

Will you marry me?
Yes, I will.

A Few Months Later

There are few words to break the silence of an evening in.
When mumbles are mumbled the mumbling is most ignored.
When mumbling becomes speech an argument ensues.

An argument.

Another argument.

A quarrel per hour.

Decree Absolute

sat in his seat next to a stranger turned wife turned stranger and two new strangers
in their suave suits calling themselves solicitors he slouches down on the seat in the serious room and sighs

she waits for the settlement to seep through the slit in the door sign on the dotted line you and I are no longer ‘what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine’

Nothing

“A home for me,
Is one with thee.”

You once said.

In time,
The passion, the mirage of perfection,
Is gone.

Nothing.

Did the love ever exist?

Or was it just an illusion
Crafted in conclusion
To the simplest of satisfaction,
Physical attraction.

Love was falsely judged on a crush,
Desire crushed them both.

To Love Through The Downs

2010-01-04T15:33:00.001Z

If you love someone, you love them no matter what their packaging, no matter what they've been through, what they've done in the past 'cause none of that matters, none of that really matters if you love them. None of that matters because you love them and you could never stop loving them no matter what happens. Love is Love.

You have to stay strong for them,
Make them know everything be okay,
We can do things our way.

If they're down,
You gotta forget your problems
And find a way to lift them up,
Find the key to their locked-away happiness
'Cause until they're happy
You can forget relaxing an'
Chatting to friends on you lappy.

The quakes of worry
And thoughts of darkness
Will not go away
Until you know they're okay.

To make them happy,
Nothing will stand in your way.

Even if it'll take day after day,
You'll stick by them
And if you must go away
You can forget being able to concetrate,
You mind is racing with
Dark thoughts of things not so great.

The hardest thing is the wait,
The wait 'til you can see them again
So you know they're okay,
Until then it'll continue to be
The only thought of your day.

If you really love a person,
When they're down
It feels as though
You heart is pumping out blood
To your veins
In the form of a
Poisoned river,
All you can do is
Worryingly shiver
As you try to figure out
A trigger to bring back the happiness,
Whilst praying you never do
Something stupid
That'll set them off,
Make them wanna
Pull a trigger
On themself
When you're not there to
Care for them.

They say suicidal thoughts are
In the past
And that with you
They can once again
Have a blast,
But the love you feel for them
Makes you worry what could happen
When you're not there
or if you say something that
Gets interpeted the wrong way.
What would their mind say?
Are they gonna be okay?

When you've been
Halfway there yourself
You know it takes less than
One bad day
To feel like giving up.

Your heart pounds,
Misses beats and
Breaks to pieces
Hoping, wishing
Their depression never comes back,
That it never again comes their way,
And if it does you can help them
Fight it
'Cause if it defeated them,
It would defeat you too.

Your love is so strong,
That you could never carry on
If there ever came a time
When it was no longer
Him and you.

If you love someone, you love them no matter what their packaging, no matter what they've been through, what they've done in the past 'cause none of that matters, none of that really matters if you love them. None of that matters because you love them and you could never stop loving them no matter what happens. Love is Love.

All The Same

2010-01-01T17:17:00.001Z

Have it your your way,
Straight, bi or gay,
We're all the same at the end of the day,
We all regularly check for messages in our in-tray.

We all get cold,
Grow old,
We all forget what we were told
Sometimes consciously to avoid being controlled.

We are all the same.

We all get lazy,
At times crazy.

We all get low
But go with the flow
Until we're lifted up again.
We all belly laugh now and then.

We're all the same colour,
Just different shades.

Have no shame,
We are all the same.

Make It Bright

2010-01-01T16:55:00.001Z

Emancipate you mind,
Unwind,
Leave your old self behind.

Don't grip tightly to sanity,
Depart from self-consciousness, don't play around with vanity.
Be comfortable with profanity.

Don't label yourself, 'member of staff,'
Have a laugh,
Relax in a nice warm bath.

Don't go looking for a fight,
Search for the side that's light,
Do this and life will be bright.

When You're Gone

2010-01-01T13:09:00.001Z

When you're not there,
I see you in my dreams,
I sometimes weep streams,
Wishing you were here.
Wishing you were here.

I talk to you,
But you're not with me,
By my side,
When you're gone.

Am I Dreaming?

2010-01-01T13:06:00.003Z

How can it be true,
That I am with you?

To see your perfection,
Needed no close inspection.

For you shine,
In my eye line.

How do I deserve this,
Your love, sealed with a kiss?

Live With It

2009-10-21T13:43:00.001+01:00

When it
Don’t go
Your way;
‘Life’s Shit,’
You say.

Don’t be,
So grey.

Shut Up
And just
Get On
With It.

Dictanglais

2009-10-21T13:25:00.006+01:00

‘Fight,’ they said,
Some said no.
Some had not obeyed.
Some would not go.

They did not ask why.
The reason for
Their disobeyal
Mattered not to them.

They cared for order,
‘One must do as one is told,’
As their mother’s used to say.
As their mother’s used to say.
As mother’s say.

‘You would not die for your country?’
‘You, a Christian, would kill an innocent man?’
‘Innocent, these men care not for being free.’
‘These men, who are here to fight
For their country. Like you.’

What sense is there in death?
Death of those who will kill you?
They would kill you,
Because they’re told to.

You would kill them,
Because it’s what you’re told

Such a duty cold,
Is yours, to fulfil.
But ultimately,
It is down to Your will.

You have been bold,
You have not done as you are told,
We shall treat you cold.

You no longer have a say,
Things will not go your way,
Your word shall be held at bay.

My Key

2009-10-21T13:17:00.001+01:00

A home for me,
Is one with thee.

With you, I must forever be,
To be yours is my only plea.

Each other, we shall see,
And rarely disagree.

You’re the one who set me free,
For my lock, you are the key.

Boredom

2009-10-21T12:54:00.001+01:00

"What's up?"

Nothing is up,
And nothing is down.
Everything is flat,
Nothing is round.

The Grasp Of The Hiatus

2009-10-21T12:52:00.003+01:00

All inspiration,
Has of late forgotten me.

After a certain level of hiatus,
You go further and further away
From finding your way back,
All guidance you do lack.

Long have I wanted to return to poetry,
But with no frustration,
For creation
(Avoiding imitation and any imports)
Does not come from negative thoughts.
___________________________

A negative attitude
Should not be issued,
As a cure,
It just leaves you wanting
More, more, more.

The grasp of the hiatus
Makes you feel like
You can never return,
These thoughts
In your mind,
Do burn.
___________________________

Emancipation,
The mind must be let free.
As you can see,
This has finally
Happened to me.
___________________________

Now, my neuron-firing galore
I hope leaves you wondering
What could be in store,
When I return,
With more craft,
Than ever before.

An Introduction (to my quotes page)

2008-11-22T22:40:00.000Z

Downward bound,

Your eyes must go.

Something quite profound,

In words, shall show.

You

2008-11-22T21:47:00.003Z

Feel Free.

To be what You want to be.
Say what You wanna say,
(Don’t hold it at bay).
Do what You want to do.

That is My view.

When Creativity Strikes

2008-10-10T23:50:00.001+01:00

A quite unrivalled ecstasy
Rushes through your blood,
Jolting from heart to head,
Raising your rate by
The most subtle, yet greatest amount,
When Creativity strikes.

Out Of Focus

2008-10-10T23:07:00.001+01:00

Seems to me, the level platform on which my focus lies,
Is atilt, favouring the side with all that I despise.

The Way I See It

2008-10-09T19:12:00.001+01:00

Let me point out the flaw,
With your Big Bang theory.
You say ‘nothing before,’
So here is my query:

‘How did something,
Come from nothing?’

But I must confess,
I couldn’t care less.

Amanegro

2008-10-09T19:06:00.000+01:00

Bzzzzz
Goes
The
Bee

Right
Next
To
Me

By
The
Bay
Tree

Why?

2008-10-09T19:03:00.002+01:00

Why do we wear smart clothes for office jobs, or formal events?
Does it have a purpose?
An age old tradition, few people still desire it.

Why are we so often formal?
Does it have a purpose?
An age old tradition, few people still desire it.

Why are we so obedient, to things we know to be wrong?
Does it have a purpose?
An age old tradition, few people still desire it.

Why do we revolve around structure?
Life is better lived freely, improvise.
Why not do what you want to do, when you want to do it?

We get married.
Why?

Why do we do the same as everyone else; go to school, get a job?
The ancients never did this.
They had few stressors in life.

When will we stop obsessing, over
Our ‘technological advances,’
And get back to ‘living life to the
Fullest,’ existing only for fun?

Intelligence Quotient

2008-10-09T18:57:00.000+01:00

Intelligence is not about getting a grade,
Or becoming the most well paid.
It’s not about a formula,
Or using pi at a lab in California.

Is that the right thing to be working at?
A smart man would not do any of that.

The greatest things don’t have complexity,
Their beauty is in their simplicity.

Intelligence is doing something good,
Something fun and social, do this, you should.
Why not play music, sport and share the love?
Happiness, wisdom, they fit like a glove.

Here is an I.Q.
Keep happy, do you?

Figuratively Speaking

2008-10-09T18:54:00.000+01:00

Nonsense,
Is little understood.
So why,
Write your messages in
Nonsense,
If they are to be und-
Erstood?

RED YELLOW GREEN

2008-10-09T18:51:00.000+01:00

Have strength, Mentally.

Like Haile Selassie I,
Babylon not infect I.
I am wit’ Rastafari,
So I will always get by.

Strength Physically.

Not’in but I-tal for I,
Play Reggae an’ never sigh.
Give dreads an’ Kaya a try,
Forever live as I an’ I.

Spiritually.

Speak only the truth, will I,
Jah always watch wit’ one eye.
The Lion, in Zion lie,
The place for Rastafari.

Misguidance – Guns ‘n’ Violence

2008-10-09T18:47:00.000+01:00

He strolled on the streets like a lone ranger,
What was there to do?
Kick some stones?
Play with phones?
Homework? No thank you!

Life’s tough on a council estate.
He got into da’ drugs,
Trippin wid’ all ‘dem thugs.
All grown up, he would come home late.
The time had come. He was but a stranger.

They say “Lack of guidance,
Turns a child to violence.”

The Nature Of Humanity

2008-10-09T18:35:00.000+01:00

We are nothing but monkeys,
Highly developed monkeys at that,
But we are monkeys, and that’s a fact.

We may have clothes,
We may like to pose,
But we are still monkeys.

We may have advanced technology and the like,
We may have invented the bike,
But we are still monkeys.

We may have T.V,
We may build up our C.V,
But we are still monkeys.

We may know whit,
But we can’t deny it,
We are still monkeys.

We are bad monkeys,
Monkeys that ruin the world we inhabit
Bit by bit.

We ruin the world for the other monkeys
Because we, humanity,
Have greed and belief of superiority.

How can superiority be present within
Monkeys whose main aim is just to win,
To win and win again?

How can superiority be present within
Those who do nothing but destroy,
Those who take away another monkey’s joy?

How can superiority be present within
The ones who destroy the place in which they live
In order that they outlive?

We try to hold on to life so much that
We often forget excitement,
We often displace enjoyment.

We displace enjoyment in return for cures,
We are becoming bores,
We search for cures instead of happiness,

There is no cure for being sad,
Happiness isn’t an ingredient of the magic bullet,
A cures only purpose is to get you through it.

Happiness has now become less important,
Less important than money,
We don’t care so much about being funny.

Funny isn’t what matters any more,
It’s just ‘do this and do that,’
Happiness is not what we live for.

No,
Money, money is what us monkeys live for,
So we created the word ‘chore.’

Chore, a way of making more,
Is that want us monkeys want?
Money and money galore.

Us monkeys don’t live for better,
We live for more,
More, more, more.

We live for us,
We don’t live for them
We see ourselves as a precious gem.

A gem more precious
Than any other,
We no longer care for our fellow brother.

Us monkeys blame our fellow brother for anything,
We blame our fellow brother for everything,
So we decide to get them back.

We seek revenge,
Fight, fight, fight,
All through the day and night.

Maybe our monkey leaders
Have an obsession,
An obsession with destruction.

Our monkey leaders kill,
Maybe they see it as a thrill,
To kill our fellow brother’s civilians.

Civilian, a word us monkeys use
To hide our monkey ancestry,
To assume superiority.

Superiority spawned from judging,
Judging our fellow brothers against ourselves,
Who can afford to put more on the shelves?

Who is the best?
Who is the worst?
Who got more on the chemistry test?

We test, we test each other
So we can judge,
So we can judge our fellow brother.

Our monkey leader wants to beat
Our fellow brother,
And turn our fellow animals into meat.

We turn our fellow animals into meat,
For us to eat.
We try to forget that we are just animals too.

All we do is follow the leader.
‘Do this, do that,
Go into combat’

We follow our monkey leader despite our knowledge
That the leader is corrupt,
We let the leader interrupt.

We cannot admit to being wrong,
We made our monkey leader the leader,
But would we take the blame for the mess that is going on?

The mess made by our monkey leader,
Who just like us civilians will not admit
To being intellectually unfit.

We are not fit
To assume the role of leader,
We just get in the thick of it.

We follow orders like they’re impossible to break,
Orders made by those we hate.
We monkeys don’t think for ourselves, we just take the bait.

We don’t think,
We don’t think about all the possible outcomes
We just act quick and see what succumbs.

Hatred, hatred is a trait of us monkeys.
Not the other monkeys, they don’t hate,
They don’t care if you put on weight.

Vanity is another trait,
We see ourselves as the precious gem,
And love to hate.

What is the point in us monkeys
If all we can do is full of hate?
Surely hate must tempt fate.

That’s just the nature of humanity,
Messing with reality,
In order that we get more.