The Bracelet of The Broken Hearted

The bracelet of the broken hearted,
One final act of love.
When life without that special one,
Is an all consuming flood.
So gently drift off from this place,
Once love and hope’s departed.
And find comfort once again,
With the bracelet of the broken hearted.

This Heart of Mine

I stood alone in my bedroom.
When I heard you’d gone away.
We could’ve had a future, baby.
If I could’ve made you stay.

I know I can be an uptight man.
And so jealous you can’t comprehend.
I just can’t stand the thought, it’s true.
Of being so damn far away from you.

Please tell me why, you kissed me just the other night.
When you’re trying to break free from this heart of mine.

I’m just trying to move on.
Forget I ever saw your face.
Girl, you know it’s just so damn hard.
I’m running out of different ways.

I know I’ve always been a shy man.
So unassuming you just couldn’t give a damn.
But now I’m shouting from the roof.
I don’t want to lose you.

Please tell me why, you held me close the other night.
When you’re trying to break free from this heart of mine.

What we could have, could be good.
Please just let me try, I wish you would.
Instead of sitting here alone and desperate,
I know what I’m going to do.

I’m gonna run to you girl, and take you by the hand.
Tell you that I’ll love you more than just your heart demands.

I’ll show you what it’s like, girl, I’ll show you what it’s like.
You’ll break away from breaking free from this heart of mine.

Sunday Morning Saviour – A Poem

Sunday morning saviour in an ashtray by my bed.
Still smouldering from last night’s habit that I fed.
Four empty jars of ale and two dozen cigarettes.
The demons gonna get me if it hasn’t got me yet.

Memories flood my thoughts, like a broken photograph.
Good times once partaken, now splinters in the glass.
Sliced straight down the middle is the one of you and me.
Fading into subconscious, getting hard for me to see.

So I’ll pick up all the pieces, put them back where they belong.
Keep the whiskey in the jar like an old Thin Lizzy song.
Fight back all the urges, keep them lock up in a cage.
Hide in a dark corner until the beckoning voice fades.

But the urges crawl beneath my skin like a parasitic louse.
Sneaking in to my psyche as quiet as a mouse.
Whispering sweet nothings, stalking their weak prey.
Dragging me down deeper, ready to pounce and slay.

But your beauty, it still lingers, deep inside my mind.
Trapped behind a locked door, waiting for me to find.
The key to crack the code, to decipher all my dreams.
To find what I’ve been looking for, to set my poor heart free.

‘Gonna Love You Girl’ or ‘If I Could Only Say’

I haven’t decided on the title yet, maybe let me know which you prefer? 🙂 I just wanted to get this published as I’m really happy with the bridge in this song, I think it’s the best one I’ve written. Enjoy!

P.S. To any Swifties, I hope you like my little homage to “All You Had To Do Was Stay” 🙂

You’re like an English rose in perfect bloom,
Or all my favourite words, to my favourite tune.
But it’s never been very easy, no,
It’s always been too hard,
I’ve just never been able, girl,
To open up my heart.

(chorus)
If, if I could only say, (hey)
Everything I wanted to, then,
I would not feel the way I do,
Each and every night.
I, wouldn’t feel so lonely,
And, I, would not need to try,
To, tell you that I love you, girl,
I’ll love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
Girl, I’ll love you (love you)…each and every night.

I’ve never quite found the way to tell you it’s you I want,
So I’ll write it down and I’ll tell you, tell you with this song.
You’ve got the prettiest eyes, girl,
And the prettiest little smile,
And the prettiest little everything,
And you do it all with style.

(chorus)
If, if I could only say, (hey)
Everything I wanted to, then,
I would not feel the way I do,
Each and every night.
I, wouldn’t feel so lonely,
And, I, would not need to try,
To, tell you that I love you, girl,
I’ll love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
Girl, I’ll love you (love you)…each and every night.

Take my hand.
It’s getting dark.
I’ll take you to the place I keep,
Locked inside my heart.
Take my hand.
It’s getting late.
You whisper to me,
All you had to do was say.

(Chorus)
If, if I could only say, (hey)
Everything I wanted to, then,
I would not feel the way I do,
Each and every night.
I, wouldn’t feel so lonely,
And, I, would not need to try,
To, tell you that I love you, girl,
I’ll love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
(I’m), gonna love you every night,
Girl, I’ll love you (love you), each and every night.

Painless, Endless Love

I always though that you could be.
Bonnie to my Clyde.
Fighting through adversity.
Living just for life.
But best laid plans, they don’t always.
Happen like they should.
Now I’m struggling through what’s left.
Of life after love.

Our love could be endless.
Our life could be painless.
Our love could be endless.
I think we should try it.

Bleeding hearts can never love.
It’s always far too late.
Like skimming stones into the mud.
A futile little game.
But if the darkness ever fades.
I’ll be right by your side.
And I’ll wait for you to say.
Stay with me tonight.

Our love will be endless.
Our life will be painless.
Our love will be endless.
I think we should try it.

Too many fights and broken hearts.
Too many nights left in the dark.
Too much distress and hopelessness.
Too much too handle when you said yes.

So let me hold you in my arms.
Drown in this sweet embrace.
I’ll build a fortress round my heart.
Protection just in case.
Because you left me once before.
A Bonnie-less poor Clyde.
No matter how much pain you caused.
I’ll always be right by your side.

Our love will be endless.
Our life will be painless.
Our love will be endless.
I think we should try it.

National Poetry Day Countdown – My Number One: “Child Of The Bayou” and “Sing To Me Georgia”

As it’s National Poetry Day today I thought I’d countdown my three personal favourites from my back catalogue.

I couldn’t decide on a favourite out of these two, so I’ve decided on both 🙂

Child Of The Bayou

(verse 1)
Bayou born and Creole raised.
Irish blood and French parlée.
Daddy was a zydeco guitar king.
Momma’s chicken Gumbo’d make the angels sing.

Bartholomew at my back-door.
Catfish, bream and a whole lot more.
Never needed WiFi or Sky TV.
Just a beer and some blues, and you and me.

(chorus)
You’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Jimmy Clanton after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my child of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of southern.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

(verse 2)
Mercedes-Benz Superdome Sunday night.
Drew Brees touchdown was out of sight.
Then back to down-town Baton Rouge.
College football at LSU.

Meet me by the river, I’ll bring the hob.
Shrimp Jambalaya and Struise Pannepot.
A couple deck chairs and a fishing pole.
Then walk along the beach for a moonlight stroll.

(chorus)
You’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Jimmy Clanton after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my child of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of southern.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

(bridge)
You were born on the Bayou, brought up on Swamp Pop.
While I was just an English boy listening to Zeppelin rock.
Different strokes for different folks, as the saying goes.
But I love the way you do things in your Bayou world.

(chorus)
Because you’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Warren Storm after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my bride of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of everything.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sing To Me Georgia

Sing to me Georgia, you’re all I need.
You’re more than a love and a life to me.
You’re my world and my heart when it beats.
So sing me a sweet southern melody.

Because I, I’m feeling so low.
I’ve got a good heart.
But it’s beating too slow.

So I, I’ll find you at last.
Before it’s too late.
Before my time’s passed.

Sing to me Georgia, you’re all I need.
I’ll write it all down when I can not speak.
You’re Novocaine in the veins to me.
Sing to me Georgia, that melody.

And I, I see always your face.
When my eyes close.
And I feel your embrace.

But I, I know it’s not true.
I’m not who you love.
Though you know I love you.

Sing with me Georgia, you’re all I need.
You’ll always be love and life to me.
Be the Novocaine in my heart when it bleeds.
So sing me a sweet southern melody.

Sing me a sweet southern melody.

Sing with me Georgia…

Annabelle

(verse 1)
Annabelle dreams that she’s dancing with him.
At prom night just two months from now.
Not stuck in this hospital bed by herself.
Hoping for a miracle, some way and somehow.

But her legs are all broken, her body still bruised.
Thanks to that drunk man at the steering wheel.
All that she wants is just one more chance.
A chance to be with him, for her heart to heal.

Annabelle knows that he won’t look at her.
The same way he used to just one week ago.
Damaged and unable, reliant from now on.
The pretty young prom queen, poor Annabelle knows,

(Chorus)
The fairytale is over, like an old lullaby.
Her daddy once sang before he said goodbye.
Tears on the pillow, like river run dry.
As lightning flashes in Annabelle’s eyes.

(verse 2)
Annabelle dreams of a magical place.
Full of dragons and castles, and a handsome young prince.
Bareback on his white horse, he holds out his hand.
Come with me princess, we’ll ride with the wind.

But she spends her days crying, cursing the past.
Lays awake at night singing that old lullaby.
Dreaming of running far away from here.
But the same question repeats, she keeps asking why.

The doctor came over one week before prom.
Asked Annabelle how she’s feeling today.
I brought you a present, open it when you want.
She said thank-you I’ll leave it for now if I may.

(Chorus)
Because she thinks it’s over, like an old lullaby.
Her daddy once sang before he said goodbye.
Tears on the pillow, like river run dry.
As lightning flashes in Annabelle’s eyes.

(bridge)
Prom night arrived, Annabelle’s sat in her wheelchair.
Thinking about a life she’d rather not bear.
Looking at her graduation photo, thinking it’s not fair.
The doorbell resounded, before her heart could tear.

(verse 3)
He turned up with roses and black rented tux.
She knew that she looked like an absolute mess.
He said, did you get it, the package I sent?
Annabelle opened the present and pulled out a dress.

You know I can’t go, not sat in this chair.
These damn broken legs just won’t set me free.
He said, Annabelle it doesn’t matter where we are.
As long as you’ll say that you’ll dance with me.

(Chorus)
The fairytale’s begun, like an old lullaby.
Her daddy once sang before he said goodbye.
Tears on her cheeks for the happiest of things.
As Annabelle dances with her handsome prom king.

© 2014 Nick Burgin

Jules Rimet – A Poem

If Jules Rimet’s still gleaming.
Why can’t I see it shine?
Optimism shattered.
Time after bitter time.

But a new dawn is upon us.
Young blood all full of hope.
Ready to shed our label.
Of a footballing joke.

Bring on the new masters.
Of Brazil and Germany.
We’ll fight not on the beaches.
But on a luscious football green.

So everybody raise a glass.
To George,  our patron saint.
And cheer on our boys in white.
To end our painful wait.

Dreams Come True

I saw photos from the weekend.

You were there.

Rosy red cheeks and that long blonde hair.

Dancing like you owned the bare dance floor.

Not a care in the world, or a single bad thought.

That saccharine smile, hiding all kinds of bad.

A infectious kind of innocence.

And a sorry kind of sad.

Because I know I won’t be there, to hold you no more.

And I know all I’ve got, are these lonely thoughts.

 

I close my eyes and imagine.

What my life could be.

A hero in a fairy tale.

With my princess next to me.

So if I think of it.

Just imagine that.

Dreams come true.

 

Duvet days on Sunday’s.

Hide all day under the sheets.

Always saying something, even when we didn’t speak.

But those days have vanished.

Like a disappearing act.

You told nothing but lies, and presented them as fact.

Now you’re screaming like a banshee.

And I’m howling like a wolf.

We’re distorted like Picasso, instead of perfect like Van Gogh.

Now I know that you won’t be there, when I get home from work.

So I shut out the world, and disappear into thought.

 

My heart it bleeds without you.

My head’s all black and blue.

Now that knight in shining armour is.

A bullied boy with a chipped tooth.

In the parking lot.

You imagine that.

Dreams come true.

 

Now I’m blinded by this rage.

Crashing like waves in the sea.

Spitting out your name, like every time you cussed at me.

And I lost you in a tangle.

In this opaque misery.

Hoping when I dream of you, that you still dream of me.

And I’ll imagine that dreams come true.

Because it’s nothing but a nightmare.

When you are not in it.

Just a dark and lonely tapestry, of the blackest pitch.

And the more I think of it.

Just imagine it might come true.

 

I tried calling you this morning.

To ask you out to lunch.

But the answer from you voice-mail, put me into a trance.

I know you’re out there somewhere.

Happy with someone else.

So I’ll keep my dreams with me, high up on the shelf.

 

You see I’ve still got those old photo’s.

From the first time that I knew.

I’ll have to spend my days, just dreaming of you.

And perhaps I might get lucky.

Perhaps I’ll strike some gold.

Perhaps when I stop dreaming.

I’ll find my dream’s come true.

 

© 2014 Nick Burgin

My end of Year One blog review

It’s the end of the year, so I thought I’d review the first year of my blog, for myself if nothing else.

 

Followers: 87 – no idea if that’s good or not…I’m pretty sure it’s not great 🙂 Although thank you to everybody who’s followed me so far!

Total views: 853 – I was aiming for 1000, so I’m not too far off.

Best day for views – 28 on August 5th thanks to a 14 view surge from Three Chord Queen.

 

Top 3 “likes”:

3. Cellophane Man https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/cellophane-man-a-poem/ – 8 likes

    The Vampyre: Canto One https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/the-vampyre-a-gothic-romance/ – 8 likes

2. Her: Part 3 https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/09/29/her-part-three/ – 10 likes

1. Here’s to you, kid https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/11/23/heres-to-you-kid/ – 11 likes

 

Most views:

Although most of my “likes” come from my poems and lyrics, two of my top three views are from quite dark articles I wrote about Euthanasia, and the death of actor Cory Monteith from a heroin overdose.

3. Euthanasia https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/euthanasia-if-youve-read-none-of-my-rants-so-far-please-read-this/ – 31 views

2. Three Chord Queen – https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/three-chord-queen/ – 49 views

1. The Hollywood Addiction https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/07/15/the-occasional-rant-formerly-daily-rant-episode-six-the-hollywood-addiction/ – 81 views

P.S. The answer to “how many Taylor Swift song titles” are in Three Chord Queen is…44!

 

Fan favourites:

Grandad https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/05/04/grandad/

Alabama Blues https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/03/14/alabama-blues-a-poem/

Survivor https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/me-myself-and-i-a-poem/

 

My favourites:

The Present https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/the-present-a-poem-2/ – the first poem I ever wrote.

Sweet Beatrice, My Muse https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/sweet-beatrice-my-muse/

Welcome To The Honky Tonk https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/08/28/welcome-to-the-honky-tonk-2/

Back To The Summer https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/12/12/back-to-the-summer/

 

Unexpected Disappointments:

Back To My Roots https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/back-to-my-roots-version-one/ – 0 likes

I’ll Always Be Your Hero https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/09/06/ill-always-be-your-hero/ – 2 likes

Party Town https://jbjfan2009.wordpress.com/2013/06/22/party-town-or-one-of-those-nights/ – 2 likes

 

A lot of my other earlier poems like “Grandad” and “Alabama Blues” have got 0 likes, hopefully due to the fact that I had barely any followers, so I’m not too disappointed. 

 

I guess that’s it. All in all a pretty good first year I think. Roll on 2014!

 

Happy New Year!