MY DARLING
If I give my heart to you
My love would be true
If I cry lonely tears when I'm blue
Your blossoming smile would undo
If I lay down my life, offering affection
My soul would be free from rejection
Because of your beauty, you give
Because of your love, for you I live
Thank you for holding on
Thank you for bringing me back
My love for you could never be wrong
My love for you has no lack
I could never really say just how much
I could never really live without your touch
More than words could ever say
More than tears could ever delay
Just how much you mean to me
Just how much I live to see
You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
You are the missing link I need to see
I love you, I love you
I love you so true
Thank you for your smile
Thank you for your love for me
Thank you for being what was missing
In my heart
My love would be true
If I cry lonely tears when I'm blue
Your blossoming smile would undo
If I lay down my life, offering affection
My soul would be free from rejection
Because of your beauty, you give
Because of your love, for you I live
Thank you for holding on
Thank you for bringing me back
My love for you could never be wrong
My love for you has no lack
I could never really say just how much
I could never really live without your touch
More than words could ever say
More than tears could ever delay
Just how much you mean to me
Just how much I live to see
You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
You are the missing link I need to see
I love you, I love you
I love you so true
Thank you for your smile
Thank you for your love for me
Thank you for being what was missing
In my heart
Background Info: Dion wrote this poem for me at a time when he was extremely sick with his PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and so doped up on medication to try and calm his mind that all he was able to do most of the time is was just sit and stare blankly into space. He absolutely hated it but believed it was better than having his mind racing and having thoughts of suicide and violence which are part of the symptoms of PTSD.
I was at work the day he wrote it and when I walked in the door the whole house (including the toilet and bathroom) were covered in little pink post it notes that all had the same thing written on them I LOVE YOU and this poem was sitting on the table!
I was at work the day he wrote it and when I walked in the door the whole house (including the toilet and bathroom) were covered in little pink post it notes that all had the same thing written on them I LOVE YOU and this poem was sitting on the table!
*TO MY WIFE*
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye to the pain
Goodbye to every lonely night in the rain
As I close my eyes to never cry again
I say goodbye cruel world
Eternally goodbye
Goodbye to the love that guided me
Goodbye to the one who forgave me
Goodbye to the love that shined in me
Goodbye to the world that blamed me
Goodbye forever to me
Goodbye to the depression that blinded me
Never again to be with the love of my life
In the shelter of the arms of my beautiful wife
Never again to gaze into the eyes of the love
In the shelter of marriage as pure as a dove
Goodbye to the pain
Goodbye to every lonely night in the rain
As I close my eyes to never cry again
I say goodbye cruel world
Eternally goodbye
Goodbye to the love that guided me
Goodbye to the one who forgave me
Goodbye to the love that shined in me
Goodbye to the world that blamed me
Goodbye forever to me
Goodbye to the depression that blinded me
Never again to be with the love of my life
In the shelter of the arms of my beautiful wife
Never again to gaze into the eyes of the love
In the shelter of marriage as pure as a dove
BACKGROUND INFO: Dion wrote this at a time when he was really sick and his medication had been changed! As is obvious by reading the poem he had decided to kill himself because his depression was so prevalent that he could hardly think straight. This poem was kind of a suicide note but God was gracious and saved him from death!
*WHAT IS LOVE*
I know that my love for you is so real,
That no matter how I feel,
I live for you, I cry for you, I'd give my life for you,
I feel for you, the pain for you, I would die for you,
I know that in my heart it will never change,
Cos I know i have never felt this way for someone before,
nothing will ever replace you in my heart,
Not even death could tear us apart.
That no matter how I feel,
I live for you, I cry for you, I'd give my life for you,
I feel for you, the pain for you, I would die for you,
I know that in my heart it will never change,
Cos I know i have never felt this way for someone before,
nothing will ever replace you in my heart,
Not even death could tear us apart.
*HOLD ON TO ME*
When I hold you close to me
In loves embrace we will be
When I close my eyes at night
In the dark you're my shining light
When I'm feeling down and low In my heart to you I go
As these walls and bars keep me in
My heart is no prisoner from within
As these lonely hours keep me bound
My thoughts of you where in I'm found
As I'm locked inside this cell
My escape is in remembering your loving smell
You're my life, your my love
You're my hope sent from above
You're my one,my only one
In troubled times to you I run
You're my love, my only love
Love that's pure, love that's real
You're my cure, loves one and only seal
You're loves so true, you're stuck to me like glue!
In loves embrace we will be
When I close my eyes at night
In the dark you're my shining light
When I'm feeling down and low In my heart to you I go
As these walls and bars keep me in
My heart is no prisoner from within
As these lonely hours keep me bound
My thoughts of you where in I'm found
As I'm locked inside this cell
My escape is in remembering your loving smell
You're my life, your my love
You're my hope sent from above
You're my one,my only one
In troubled times to you I run
You're my love, my only love
Love that's pure, love that's real
You're my cure, loves one and only seal
You're loves so true, you're stuck to me like glue!
UNNECESSARY BLOODSHED
CHILDREN IN A BOSNIAN MORGUE DURING THE WAR
Much sadness, sorrow, many children all alone
Without a family, bombarded homes
Merciless battle between two neighboring lands
Religious disputes, lives taken with ones hands
Prophecies of war, becoming of time
Scriptures relived, controversial crimes
Holy wars, brought destruction of sacred laws
Insane leaders, chaotic confrontations
Psychotic minds, persecution of the innocent
Consumed by hatred, endless obliteration
Shrieks of desperation, raped by consent
Man-kinds corrosion, no peace here exists
Terror invades without remorse
Tanks move onward, destroying God given land
Continual blitz, fearful people taken by death
Mortar shells blasting, haunting sounds through each night
Infernal machines, battalions of youth
No escape, requiem, yet admitting not to defeat
Churches filled with the faithful
Many candles lit in remembrance
Silent prayers echo up towards Heaven
With desultory, God would heal the many wounded hearts
BACKGROUND INFO: Dion wrote this during the Bosnian war in the early 1990's. He has written on the bottom of the poem ' about the poor people suffering over in Bosnia
Without a family, bombarded homes
Merciless battle between two neighboring lands
Religious disputes, lives taken with ones hands
Prophecies of war, becoming of time
Scriptures relived, controversial crimes
Holy wars, brought destruction of sacred laws
Insane leaders, chaotic confrontations
Psychotic minds, persecution of the innocent
Consumed by hatred, endless obliteration
Shrieks of desperation, raped by consent
Man-kinds corrosion, no peace here exists
Terror invades without remorse
Tanks move onward, destroying God given land
Continual blitz, fearful people taken by death
Mortar shells blasting, haunting sounds through each night
Infernal machines, battalions of youth
No escape, requiem, yet admitting not to defeat
Churches filled with the faithful
Many candles lit in remembrance
Silent prayers echo up towards Heaven
With desultory, God would heal the many wounded hearts
BACKGROUND INFO: Dion wrote this during the Bosnian war in the early 1990's. He has written on the bottom of the poem ' about the poor people suffering over in Bosnia
POSITIVE, NEGATIVE, BREAKDOWN
In a room filled with people, buried deep within my own misery,
Can nobody hear me? Can nobody heal me? Can nobody help me?
NO!!NEVER cos I'm forever alone!
Flashbacks of haunting thoughts and memories possess my mind,
Oh yes, the nice man wearing the nice clothes, driving a flash car and of course money to buy,
For a price he took me, only it cost me more than it did him!
So much for friendship and compassion, just self degrading acts, one mans pleasure another mans pain.
forgetting the people in the room around me, I'm bound by the hurt and hatred eating away inside
Years of pain and anger create despise.
Some claim to bring healing, compassion or therapy but their so called sympathy and lies
Make them back stabbing users, causing me tormenting results.
Now more screwed up, blackness sets in and reality fades.
Keep your sympathy and concern, I just want you to understand me for what I am.
The mold is set forever, god damn it, leave me be, just leave me alone, help me not.
Find some other poor being to use and shit on, I cant take anymore and wont.
It's too late, my destiny is made, with despair, depression, persecution,
Never-ending pain, prolonged death, a living corpse with no motive but eternal damnation.
Identity crisis and suicidal tendencies make it too excruciating to live,
Yet one such as me is just to pathetic to die.
BACKGROUND INFO: Dion wrote this poem back in the early 90's not long after he was brutally raped by a guy who he was boarding with and he thought was a friend. He is explaining how he felt at the time and how no-one was actually willing to genuinely help him.
Can nobody hear me? Can nobody heal me? Can nobody help me?
NO!!NEVER cos I'm forever alone!
Flashbacks of haunting thoughts and memories possess my mind,
Oh yes, the nice man wearing the nice clothes, driving a flash car and of course money to buy,
For a price he took me, only it cost me more than it did him!
So much for friendship and compassion, just self degrading acts, one mans pleasure another mans pain.
forgetting the people in the room around me, I'm bound by the hurt and hatred eating away inside
Years of pain and anger create despise.
Some claim to bring healing, compassion or therapy but their so called sympathy and lies
Make them back stabbing users, causing me tormenting results.
Now more screwed up, blackness sets in and reality fades.
Keep your sympathy and concern, I just want you to understand me for what I am.
The mold is set forever, god damn it, leave me be, just leave me alone, help me not.
Find some other poor being to use and shit on, I cant take anymore and wont.
It's too late, my destiny is made, with despair, depression, persecution,
Never-ending pain, prolonged death, a living corpse with no motive but eternal damnation.
Identity crisis and suicidal tendencies make it too excruciating to live,
Yet one such as me is just to pathetic to die.
BACKGROUND INFO: Dion wrote this poem back in the early 90's not long after he was brutally raped by a guy who he was boarding with and he thought was a friend. He is explaining how he felt at the time and how no-one was actually willing to genuinely help him.
BROKEN HOME
Little child I see the tears in your eyes
But don't explain the fear you feel inside
I know it's hard for you to understand
So your Dad's a drinker
Dear God is there nothing you can do?
Please help this little child
And save that broken home
In the playground I see you on your own
So I ask you "Why don't you go home"?
As I look you in the eyes I see you start to cry
Oh God please help this little child
And save that broken home
BACKGROUND INFO: This is one of the first poems Dion wrote. He saw a little boy in a playground one day and he was standing on his own. It reminded him of himself and his own childhood abuse so he decided to write about how it made him feel.
But don't explain the fear you feel inside
I know it's hard for you to understand
So your Dad's a drinker
Dear God is there nothing you can do?
Please help this little child
And save that broken home
In the playground I see you on your own
So I ask you "Why don't you go home"?
As I look you in the eyes I see you start to cry
Oh God please help this little child
And save that broken home
BACKGROUND INFO: This is one of the first poems Dion wrote. He saw a little boy in a playground one day and he was standing on his own. It reminded him of himself and his own childhood abuse so he decided to write about how it made him feel.