Dare to Dream

She left me standing here without a chance,
alone, no light to see within this place.
Yet still, I dream beyond this night's disgrace,
no words of love to guide my heart's romance.

I long to hear her voice caress my ears;
she is the blood that surges through my veins;
my love complete, in faith and trust remains,
to feel her touch embrace my lonely tears.

If dreams could bring my Lady from her flight,
to set me free from fear and torment's rage,
and share her wisdom in unearthly sage,
inside my heart she dwells in purest light.

Towards that hour I toil and dare to dream,
of days beyond this place in Lileth's beam.


© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Gateway to the Skies

I see the gateway lit above the clouds
To worlds that lie beyond my dreaming eyes.
The place he waits for me.
His face behind soft billows of wisp shrouds
Until I take his hand and reach the skies
Then once more love is free.

And yet my dream is here beside me now
I feel his touch, I hear his voice and sigh
Why can’t I see you too?
Open space in heart as left beneath the bough
I do need you but I am left to cry
Because I ain’t got you.

I Love you dad

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Cursed Soul

On blackened wing he hovers in sorrows,
He’s caught in fusion of the endless night.
Her curse to leave his heart in field’s furrows,
Alone, despair the only thing in sight.

She stole his soul to feed her own desire,
The lies of love were nothing, empty dreams.
He drowns in rejection, burned by her fire,
The grief the truth that fill his haunting screams.

The pain will scar, no longer a free man,
The past twisted to create the demon.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Cry in the Dark

Angel by my side,
without you so lost.
Will this hurt never end?

Despair and uselessness,
without you I am nothing
no desire to exist alone.

Angel I need you
tears solve nothing
yet still I am weeping.

My darling sweet angel
the light in my darkness
I am empty inside.

The world was bright
suddenly the blackness
please burn for me again!

Fight with me baby
give me a reason
to dream, to hope.

I miss you my angel
a futile cry into the dark
I'm alone, none replies.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Leave Me Alone

Some days I get so angry with you, just let me be.
Those days I don’t thank you for not letting me die.
I just wanted to let go, from this hell be free.
Now it’s a struggle, a daily fight to get by.

You know my reasons, you say you understand.
How can you? How can you understand the black
inside me? I feel your hurt when I push away your hand,
each and every time my mind goes to a flashback.

I never know what each day will bring when I wake.
Will it be OK or will the memories sear through my mind.
Thanks to you I have no choice but to live with the heart ache,
What gives you the right to interfere? Do you think it kind?

Why did you stop me that night?
It could all be over now, no more battles to fight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Poison Rose

The symbol of your love, deepest red.
Forever etched in the rhythm of my heart.
A pulsating stigmata, a constant reminder,
burning my senses now that we are apart.

'It is better to have loved and lost', they say.
Do they know how you penetrated my core?
Making me a some one not just a nothing,
only to be left bleeding from every pore.

The rose now a symbol of sheer poison,
deepest red turning to shades of blue.
Like me no longer perfect or whole,
but acidicly twisted by the loss of you.

Senses are shrivelling in unchartered directions,
acrid emotions claiming possession of my soul.
Lost in confusion, drowning in love's memories,
don't offer sympathy, I am impossible to console.

The entity of black darkness is the rose,
surrounding my being, bitterness pierces me.
The rose is love turned to ravaging hatred,
the poison within thorns set my demon free.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Suitcase

A dusty suitcase lies upon her shelf,
A testimony to the life she made herself.
Packed with keepsakes that are her story
Moments of joy and sadness, her history.


A straw boater with yellow and green trim,
A schoolgirl with a head of dreams filled to the brim.
Diaries tied together with a long piece of string,
Loyally kept recording in detail her everything.


A sea shell from that beach so long ago,
Her innocence lost to the ocean’s tidal largo.
Artworks made of fingerprints from when children were young
Kept out of mother’s love for those new lives begun.


Now she’s gone, what will they do with that old suitcase?
It’s time to clear out; the council want back her place.
Memories have gone with her on that one final trip,
The old tatty case has gone down to the tip.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Unknown

Here lies unknown,
Somebody loved him,
Somebody's son.

Unknown it may say,
But to somebody,
He was known.

Mother waits in hope,
Maybe one day he'll come home,
Returning from unknown.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Wilted Roses (Version 2)

Worn are the faces of aged stone graves
Sun, wind and rain have beaten all to dust.
Words lost to time in twilight’s damask waves.
The unused gateway gathers shards of rust.

Once vibrant petals are withered and dry
Left once, now n act of remembrance lost.
Wilted roses remain alone, left to die
And weigh the invisible spirit cost.

Silent the sleepers in the church’s yard,
Undisturbed by the passers by now.
Forgotten faces from when times were hard
Reading and writing, most didn’t know how.

So many forgotten over passing years,
Did anyone once stand by shedding lost tears?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.