Thomas Eccleston

Ardrossan, North Ayrshire, Scotland

My pen name is Tommie E. My philosophical statement: We are all different, never the same. They say beauty is only skin deep, but skin is merely veiling multitudes of different facets within mankind, and to find the real true beauty, you need to dig deep and deeper yet, beyond the veil and into the mind, to the very soul, to find the hidden beauty held within the thinking and thoughts of which mankind is possessed. My personal quote in my AOL Profile, "A woman without her man is a savage. A woman! Without her, man is a savage. I have a need to be tamed."

Roxanne

Why is the sky so blue today,
Though it's raining cats and dogs?
It was your passing through this way,
Which blew away my fogs.

Why do all the birds sing sweet
Though it's merely cawing rooks?
It was your sweeping winging beat,
As you sought me in my nooks.

Why are colours blooming now,
Though Winter shakes it's fist?
It was the whispers from your heart,
That chased away it's mist.

Why do lingering scents prevail,
When gusting winds blow tart?
It is your passioned heat keeps warm,
Emotions in my heart.

Why darkest night is sudden light,
Explosions in my brain?
Why coloured lights all patterned bright?
'Tis you! 'Tis you, beats fast my heart again!

Why ask why? I know the truth!
It's love which turns my world.
Better that we share, forsooth,
Unloosed, our love unfurled.

Unrequited Love

I loved too deep my Love to keep, but now we're torn asunder.
Can't help myself, can't stem the wealth of love that roars it's thunder.
Must give it all and then recall the joys of long lost past.
Why is it gone? Why dwell upon the sweetest thoughts enmassed?

I'm in a whirl and can't unfurl the thinking of this lass,
Yet when I fall she takes my all to scatter where she pass.
Wish that she could think of me in a different frame of mind.
What is the cost or would be lost? Better still, what would she find?

Why, a heart that ticks, takes the kicks while reaching out to bind
With love so sweet, without retreat and of a constant kind,
This is the way I feel today after such a heavy blow.
Can she change and rearrange to charm me with her glow?

With words that talk that do no baulk from taking to that lane?
The lane we trod with feet unshod, and a love not cool or tame.
I wonder too about her view of the love I constant pour.
Oh gosh how good if she only would, show she needs me more.

But all seems lost at too much cost, for I'm drained to emptiness,
So now it seems that all my dreams are lost and gone, I guess.
What life for me, now that she's free to find another guy?
To chat, to talk, perhaps to walk, that path where once we'd lie.

Is this the end, and at the bend for paths to deviate?
To part us now, someway, somehow, so that we can't relate.
What use to me for being free when my love must cling too tight?
Now days are bleak, so dark, so dreich, and more like death this night.

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