Without the pain of birth
nothing can happen.
And although you may grapple with darkness
light will always shine free
the truth will out eventually
it cannot be hidden
they buried it but it broke free
and blossomed into a tree
for all to see.
Whatever I say we are one
In the space inside my hand only sand flowing through
I don’t choose to be me and I don’t choose to be you
I choose to be voice that says hello
your favourite kind of sunflower yellow
You are my dream you are the sky
I set my eyes on the sun
But whatever I say we are one.
Do you think they will ever care?
Do you think they will ever care?
the rich and powerful and the big banks
own us with their guns and tanks
will they care when we are gone?
they siphon our money through a straw
Just so they can get richer through the profits of war
on everyone including the poor and disabled
the immigrants and working class able
We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country
full of those who would spout forth
I speak of my discourse
but wasn’t it Jesus who said
that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle
as a rich person to go to heaven
the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven
Or is the doomsday clock wrong
we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong
In being poor
heaven can wait for our souls
we need to be cared for…
The language of love
Is it hidden?
This body language
which rides up
the hem of skirts and trousers
Is it a smile that stokes the fire
like a poker
is it the emotion of being a joker
a fear of being alone in the dark
no spark to light your way
Is it truth?
or is it fiction?
is it an addiction?
or is it in the scent
of pheromones or the way you gently moan
when you are touched that way?
like alley cats
we spit, bite and snarl
but all the while
we need the language of love
and it speaks through everything we say
but in mystery is still shrouded to this day.
This Love
This love is hard like a crystal
soft like I kissed you
the drop of dew on a rose
I love you more than I supposed
your eyes hold a religion
a candle in the dark
the spark which burns light.
your speech is familiar a voice that speaks
tears fall from eyes down my cheeks
but I want to hold you like gravity
and love you more than avidly
you are my truth
my story which will never be ordinary
you sends shivers down my spine
every time we meet
you are divine
and I can’t retreat
from our divide
Which is a singularity like a soul
which when it rises it burns out of control.
The silence before a storm
We are waiting in the voiceless shadow
Padded cells inside the gallows
angels chained inside a soul
legion my man is out of control
dripping darkness of the void
whisper your name before it’s destroyed
life’s a curtain lost not deployed
life’s uncertain it’s cadence a heart beat
ghosts and devils retreat
in the violence of your stare
in the glowing embers of a fires glare
in the stabbing tenderness of an aching heart
beats a rhythm that no one can tell from the start
but the storm is brewing in the sky
like the reapers blade in the shade
the song bird cries
but all I am left with is sighs
The fabric of our being
Two eyes that see
One heart that feels
Is the soul real?
Or do we have an existential crisis?
in the very fabric of our being
I suppose that’s the cost of dreaming.
Reality is stranger than fiction
it is my addiction
to believe in both dreams and reality
but both are restrictive
because both our limited to habits and thoughts
and we are caught
in their spiders web.
Charity
I am me and you are you
but there for grace of god, go you or I
sleeping rough on the streets
one job loss away
or one benefit sanction
how can you think you are better
than your good luck
born into the right family
having the right salary
to keep your head above water
I caught you cursing those who claim
the poor and disabled
we need to give them a ladder to climb
out of their circumstances
or is it another life to be thrown away
with no more chances.
These are the days
There are days when we toy with innocence
there are days when wear despair as our clothes
days when we truly open our eyes
days when we want to keep them closed.
Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts
and there are days when that pain departs.
Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake
and days when we feel so far away from that love
that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.
Days when we pretend to be free
and days when we really do hold the key
to doors unopened before.
Days when we feel we can take on the world
and days where we hide in the corner.
Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna
when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose
and see a new religion being formed
a new baby being born.
Days change what we think and who we are
days where we travel near and days we travel far
drink in the moments and savour the day
because its drifting away
and its all we have!
Your gift
Your gift
Gifted to you
not in the greatest wrapping paper
but I am person you can savour
not aesthetically pleasing always to the eye
but to you I would never lie
I speak the truth
I can make you smile
all the while
you can’t buy me from any supermarket aisle
I am your gift
you can’t find me under a tree
I am too big
I am messy but no stig of the dump
I work hard for you walking in trainers my pumps
I am your gift
remember me when your having a bad day
I will come round and lighten your sadness as much as I can, ok?
for I am a friend the greatest gift of all
is when you and I rise and walk tall.