Danny Kemp.

Some of my thoughts on life expressed in a rhyming fashion.

So much Sun, what a wondrous sight. Shine on me with all your might. Light the path on which I tread and lead my dream where it wants to be led.

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Clouds of grey so low and dark. You can’t ease the pain that’s in my heart. Where now is love once so free, that stood so close to comfort me.

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To grieve is such a waste of time for something that can not be mine. But why can not a dream come true, if not for me, perhaps for you.

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Sadness is a lonely place,  full of doubt and disgrace. Where once stood hope and dreams to aspire, now stands life in all its vile.  So much regret, so much despair Why is love so hard to bear? Cannot life in all its glory, simply stand and tell its story.

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What is it that keeps you awake at night, is it something you know that is not right? Do you wonder at that, do you wish for this, Is it your heart, that’s in such a twist? Can you scream with no sound, the pain, so bad, but being so proud?

Is it something with which you can’t cope. Or are you lucky, and you have dreams full of hope?

Could love make it better, could love make it worse? Has love a place, in your own self-worth? Or are you consumed by everything you, having no place for anyone new?

What fears keep you awake at night, KNOWING inside that something is not right?

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Watching eyes, listening ears. Mouths aghast, more to fear. The door swung open, the light switched on. All our worries are past and gone.

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You can never be glad if you have never been sad. You can never be strong if you have never been wrong.

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I hide my nightmares far and deep, where no-one; not even I can reach. I chase my dreams as far as they go, never wanting them to slow. Heartache is a different thing, no place to hide the pain, so deep and grim. Love hurts so much, but can be healed with just a simple touch. A hug, a kiss, an act so pure that it cannot be dismissed. As part of what we say and do to please the person that is not you. Easy to receive yet hard to give, if you are the way that can’t forgive. Love kills they say and passion ignites, but what my friends snuffs out that flame, that once started, will always…remain.

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I had a dream one day. Some said “no,” some just looked the other way. Now it seems that it will come true, it starts to worry and questions you! Please don’t change what’s inside of me. Leave myself as it wants to be.

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To try is such a worthy thing, to sit and wait; a worthless thing. Those who try; stand to fall. While those who wait gain nothing at all.

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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