The God detective

The God detective

Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.

I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?

Art by Zoe Zass

The great reset?

The great reset

Another life that we regret

internet slaves

Jesus saves?

not when we entered into a user agreement

we didn’t read

life bleeds mini micro chips

and the rich

have globalised our living rooms

with listening devices

they have loaded dice

playing with our lives as toys

Whether we are scared little boys

or frightened little girls

ours is our world to lose

frightened to lose or drop our black mirrors

and life is losing freedom enough to cause shivers

while A.I sizes us all up

and drink from the cup

of internet fake news

while we are all enslaved

and nature is destroyed In the smog

of our tortured histories.

All that remains

All that remains

is the pain of knowing…

There’s magic in your skin

I want to hold you

my cold, bold heart wants to grasp

your hand

make you understand.

We are possessed by a spirit and it’s yours

for there is no cure for love

except drowning in it.

I ate an apple it reminded me of the sinners tale

but love in a garden cannot fail

if talk and walk again together

I know that the illusion of separation can be severed.

Rigged systems

Rigged systems

Wall Streets rigged

financial system

the pistons

and cogs

a well oiled machine filled with smog.

A joke, quantitive easing

pleasing the rich

tax breaks and evasion

philanthropy

for white Caucasians.

The system will never benefit

people on dole

losing their soul,

or the disabled

hide your ableism

and stable rules

for this worlds justice

is injustice

and we are fools.

Kitted out with system

that resists change

new world order

shift of power to billionaires

we just churn out blank stares.

Charity the modern guise

death of belief, no god, or surprise

so there is only being famous or rich

To aspire, the death of independence

Set fire to books teaching socialism

or different ways for society

its rigged,

and it’s too late to learn other ways to live.

As propaganda spouts over media

seedier than other lies spouted forth

we won’t be heard over fake news’s discourse,

the ones who shape our lives the 1%

will enslave the 99

and in the system will be written the rules

that enslave us fools

for the internet which was promised to set knowledge free

we lead to down fall of the majority

who data has been mined

and undermined

for all to see,

And we still won’t acknowledge a rigged system of humanity.

Ugly

I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ

but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule

I wish I my eyes were blue skies

I wish I set women’s hearts on fire

All I have are words

poetry

may trickle from my tongue like a tap

but I am not a male version of a honey trap

I may in some ways be wise

but people may want to keep their eyes closed

but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.

Schizophrenia

This dreaming is dark

But I won’t lose my spark

sanity is a perspective

I don’t stand for the collective

the curtains I sit behind are walls

the fractured voice of someone I love calls

and tells me she hates and berates me

in the darkness of my mind

her unkindness

blinds me.

Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair

will it ever be repaired?

The stigma attached to me lies

the fire in my heart won’t die

and maybe I enlightened or frightened

of this form

since I was a daydreamer, after I was born

the storm of intrusive thoughts

the delusions in which I am caught

and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too

you just aren’t boogie man blue

You think we are different

I am just medicated and irreverent

to this constructed reality

which you think is concrete

but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,

I have loved you across lifetimes

Burning bright and resilient

burning and brilliant

I love yous unsaid

I held the key to heaven

in my right hand

it was to the back door

I broke into her house to tell her I loved her

I knew her across life times

I am in conversation with the goddess

now I am in distress

I love her nevertheless

she said she’d read all my poems

she speaks to me in my head

and tells me she hates me

but in songs she tells me she loves me sometimes

Sophia I hope you find your wisdom

and the key I threw away

I loved you across life times

did you know?

I just want to go home

Without you I am bird with broken wings

I cannot sing