SPC Kellaway Poems

Sometimes I feel it was my fault
Perhaps it was something I said
Sometimes I wake from a nightmare
Reliving it again in my head
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I never wanted to be famous, I never looked for fame
I always hoped for understanding, to play the rhyming game

I write from life’s experiences, in an empathetic way
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‘You are a poet’ he said, ‘How does that feel? ’

Like nothing on earth, I think, like I am bleeding words
It calms my system, but fires my imagination
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Keep on searching for your peace and always look for love
remembering that life is a journey that is over far too quickly

Measure each success from within, without pride or arrogance
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Tender days of yearning, longing to be free
Love amongst the school books, crying out his name
What was this teenage worship, how did I want him so
Was this to be my future, was I to join the foe
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I need to tell my story
I need to get it right
To tell you what has made
formed and shaped me
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Too many broken promises
Too many doors block the truth
My life is a worn out recipe
of something that never was cooked
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I am one
I lifted her up
as if I were a God
and she was my angel
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Empty streets of desolation
Boarded up houses standing alone
Factory buildings padlocked and empty
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Your eyes said it all, there were no words
I had no excuse, I had no defence
A moment of madness, but still I knew
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