Before you begin to read the poetry below, there are a few things that I wanted to say. Firstly, I have had to do some editing of these
poems so that they would be suitable for all audiences. Nothing has been directly edited in the poetry, only a few lines removed
here and there. Having said that, I hope that you enjoy this poetry that Mike had made public starting back in 1999. I do however 
ask you not to copy the poetry here, and to respect Mike by cherishing the words he wrote, when it seemed almost like
his subconscious took over. Thank you, and enjoy.



The Poems are listed in no particular order.

Please feel free to send any comments about the poetry,
or feel free to send some of his poetry that you may
have yourself.





My Undenying


in my mind

i need to find

how to look out from within

but in my head

i fear the dead

as the children sing

they sing a song

and dance along

to all hurt and dismay

they sing that song

all day long

of those who've lost their way

for i am one

under the sun

confusion fills my days

for in my head

i am led

by the children and their ways

but who are they

that dance and play

through the darkest night

the same who see

that you and me

read the words they write

the children play

and dance and say

enjoy it while you can

i look ahead

from where i'm led

a child inside a man

smile for me

so you can see

you get that which you give

in their hand

tall i stand

this life is mine to live

Life to Life



what would happen if i left

if i were to get taken away

would you shed a tear

if i get lost along the way

please don't cry

shed no tear for me

i've lived a life i've loved to live

with the beautiful things i've seen



when that wind comes to carry me away

carry me away from this place

i'll leave with not a single regret

and a smile on my face

in the sleep that brings the dream

it'll be my time to go

i love all those that fill my past

those who i've had the pleasure to know



the whistling man extends his hand

dreams pave my way

those happy times i hold so dear

will be my everyday

so remember me for who i am

save a little place for me

i love you all that touched my life

in you i'll forever be...





Alive



falling

in love

with the idea

of love

living

for today

fearing tomorrow

and it's sun

which rises before me,

falls below me

and leaves me all alone;

wondering, pondering

how to live

among my fears

brings me to my knees

and fills my eyes

with love

while forever 

falling 

in love





THE NEVER ENDING



walking through my pale green meadows

i have never been alone

losing to those who oppose me

wondering where to call my own

words are meaningless to your thoughts

doctors get the final say

the jury's verdict is just beginning

what about my everyday

don't you worry little soldier

you will live to fight again

midnight will fall upon us

when the hour hand is stuck on ten

i lost my only future

i lost my poverty

life is just like we know it

it's just not what it seems to be



help me today i'm lost

underneath the burning sun

looking forward to the never ending

life that is nearly done



looking through transparent daydreams

waiting for the night to come

yesterday's my only future

i cannot believe that i am one

flowers pave my every footstep

out of the reach of my hand

medium is just too small

i'm kneeling cause i can't stand



help me today i'm lost

underneath the burning sun

waiting for the never ending

life that is nearly done





TWO STRINGS HEAR ME SING



if only i could have listened to the voices

in my head

and appreciate the words they said

a better person i would be



but maybe i am stronger for not listening to those voices

not collapsing into thought

ambition is an ally while hesitation is a friend



i would like to buy some peace of mind

but i don't know what it's worth

and what's the cost



what i've learned is we hold our lives in our hands

balancing upon that tight rope of life

the world blows the wailing wind

but you are your safety net



happiness is in the pursuit

victory, in the attempt

and strength comes from the pain

of being second best

when in your heart you know

your stronger than the rest



you must live your life without the fear of regret

but when these eyes are closed from sight

i'm all i'll ever be, i'm all i'll ever be

me



when life is getting you down

your troubles seem to strong

remember who you are

remember who you were



it's christmas in my daydreams

having breakfast on the phone

thinking of my past's present




who am i 

who and i, oh who am i to you

who am i 

who am i, oh who am i to you

i don't care who you see

you can't see me

my wildest dreams

my wildest dreams

who are you to me

oh, my wildest dreams

the days smile kindly on me



i'm flying, i'm flying through the sky

i'm crying

i know not why

i feel so high



i'm just addicted to life

and while ignoring those voices in my head

i hear them say they love me

they've loved me all along



although my heart dances to a drum beat

today it stands quite still

all so confusing

who do i love?

love kiss me!

does love miss me 

or just my lonely song



tomorrow i must walk to school

to face another day

of being told what to learn

by someone who doesn't know what to teach

education is an acquired taste

that i just can't find



with each day the night will fall

the night falling into the day

tomorrow is just another today

but i love it all the same

i love it all the same



what's to say but goodbye

i'll let my heart decide

i just may listen to these voices in my head

my best friend just may be inside



the open road

on the road

before the road

upon the road

i wish to travel your path again

life's a joy for those who see 

the path that takes them home



all the sound grows quiet

as the countdown begins

all the crowd stands bathed in sin

of lusting for each other



although there are these same thoughts

repeating in my busy head

love, friendship, confusion and love again

this call is free

but with a price

i'm flying once again



laughter is a dream come true





AND THE BATTLE RAGES ON... 
(Don't ever forget)



there's a battle raging on the streets of new york

a gun isn't very hard to find

we will be killed by our own hand

if we can't liberate our minds

i see a newborn child rest

by their mother's side

and i see the look upon her face

she knows her child's innocence will be denied

i read the paper and saw the news

some kids were killed at their school

two didn't take their vitamins

but knew society was the fool



the cut will bleed when you remember

it will bleed more when you forget

so look upon that child's face

there's a point you can't quite get



there's a battle raging on the streets of montreal

violent rioters have forgotten the cause

people are hurt for no reason at all

they have no respect for the law

our voice of reason is being drowned out

by the choas that we create

how can you stand upon our shoulders

and say it's just a mistake

upon broken glass a life is lost

more victims aren't far behind

you draw my very soul's demise

when you draw that chalk line



the cut will bleed when you remember

it will bleed more when you forget

a tear is shed for an unknown solider

we're gambling our lives on this bet



there's a battle raging on the streets of iraq

saddam's not playing by the rules

there's no destruction like that of mankind

to turn a blind eye we are the fools

i see an individual group ahead

but not an individual stands among them

conforming to popular demand

creates the things we condemn



there's a battle raging in the hearts

of all the lives on this land

divided we fall among the shadows

although united we still can't quite stand

join hands and come back from that ledge

we all are one in the same

we're different but have in common

the responsiblity of the blame



the cut will bleed when you remember

it will bleed more when you forget

the last chapter remains unwritten

the future is not quite set



the cut will bleed when you remember

it will bleed more when you forget

don't ever forget





THE DEATH OF LONELY
 JACK OAKTREE



the day was quiet in a small town

on the rooftops the wind softly sings

an old man sat upon his porch

with the tales of the past he brings

he begins his ill-fated story

in the town that witnessed the tradegy

the end of a brotherly feud

and the death of jack oaktree



long ago the wind would tell

this tale of a jealous lover

for jack oaktree was in love

with the wife of his only brother

he professed his undying devotion

with the soft voice of his pen

he was blinded by false laughter

the words he wrote would spell the end



jack was a lonely soul

never having love of his own

he believed his brother's wife

was the cure from him being alone

at first it was just admiration

tucked away in his thoughts

but when infatuation came

true love is what he sought



so on one fateful december morn

jack challenged his brother to a duel

he thought his mind was quick with wit

but in his heart he was a fool

the wind blew cold on that day

tears would blur poor jack's sight

his brother stood tall and strong

gathering all of his might



between them stood ten paces

both waiting for the call

jack's tears would bring the end

with one bullet he would fall

on the ground is where he layed

fallen to his worst enemy

the air grew thick and damp and cold

with death of jack oaktree



the old man would pause

with his thoughts on his tongue

he remembered that day well

that the tired wind had sung

he looked over at the hill

where jack was buried

that fool always chasing the love

of the woman his brother married



the old man came before jack's grave

knowing the love fool that was he

before him rested his only brother

he had killed his only brother;

the death of lonely jack oaktree...





JOURNAL



bitter tears of fallen hope

the past is quick to fade

fallen hair and twisted thoughts

the person i have made

blurred anger and changed mind

i'm slipping through my hands

what i'm seeing through my eyes

i just can't understand



test to blue has darkened black

books lie in an endless line

the battle begins with the struggle

to get back what is mine

with each thought provoking fear

each day, an endless fight

the western sun in flames

something's just not right



pool of sorrow wading low

i've yet to find out who

while holding down everyone else

i can feel myself drowning too

looking back, eyes held shut

running from where i'm led

i'm so frightened of what's to come

i just can't look ahead





Crazy Man



home is the place where your heart lays

as this tired man knows

he'll end his days on the street

shunned by all that he'll meet

but his love continues to show



it's said that he is a strange man

his mind seems so far away

one day i walked past

his words would last

this is what i heard him say



listen to me i'm a crazy man

sanity has left me behind

i'll talk and sing

what you think is nonsense

but in it the truth i'll bring

i've seen the sunset in the eyes

of young and old alike

i've seen the night fall

to a young girl's call

i've seen the strong slain by their might



as he talks on-lookers pass by

shadowed in negative thought

their ears can't hear

their mouths, full of fear

who they think he is, he's not



with each day he grew a little older

his spirit grew stronger each day

hear him speak

to those on the street

and you can hear him say



listen to me i'm a crazy man

my eyes have seen terrible things

i'm different it's true

but no different from you

i can hear the bell when it rings

don't fear me, the crazy man

just cause i don't look above

i look to a little fate

free of the hate

together we can live in love





BEAUTY



beauty is the love

the shell you can't describe

the intangable touch

the beauty you hold inside



beauty is the sky

with no cloud to block your view

the crushing river flowing

in the morning dew



beauty is the night

when the stars fill your eyes

the black cut horizon

the grey painted sky



beauty is the love

the birth of the new

although whenever i think of beauty

i'll always think of you





MOLLYCUDDLE



i hear some voices

telling me to sing

of pretty things

floating in the sky

why oh why

do angels cry

while floating in a stream

how it seems

confusion smells a little strange

but i wouldn't change

a thing

while i sing

i taste marshmallows

here look a jolly fellow

soaring about my head

if i was him instead

i wouldn't be me

and i could see

the rooftops as i pass

but that wouldn't last

in the summer i see friends

can you feel the bends?

or is it the past's end

but flowing in her eyes

i see the deepest skies

flying slowly by

with clouds dancing slow

oh where do they go

when i turn away

will this feeling stay

or just last for today

angels in a seashell

standing in hell

the waves are getting high

oh my oh my

my nimble fingers try

to grasp my thoughts

but i only caught

a little one

threw it back for fun

but i don't care

climbing stairs

with you on top

i won't stop

till i see you once again





Mike Peake

Copyright © 1999-2000

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