I am sending you my hopes and prayers
but I swear there will be no Hollywood endings
I am sending you my dreams and aspirations
born of perspiration
and tears
But there are no fairy tales here.
Set sail for distant lands
But it’s all just dust and sand
I know there is magic I heard it on the freezing breeze
in the coughs of old men
but life can’t give you a happy ending
you have to find it yourself
and accept it for what it is…
Given the gift
of sight
we fight and wrestle
nestling
in escapism
but it’s a prison.
she is out there
Sophia the goddess of wisdom
she spoke to me when I was 7
now I am nearly 37
I hear her voice
like yin and yang
Speaking her words to me
Am I just hearing things?
Is my mind just broken and in a sling?
Or am I just another author with a gift?
In the doorway I can’t escape
I can’t walk through the door
to reset my life.”
my life has game over in the title
it’s sometimes all too frightful
I am ghost of the man I could have been
can you feel my afterlife come along?
It is overtaking me, I am feeling wrong
I know I have to face the demon in the mirror
I know I can forgive her and myself
my dreams are still mine and I have their wealth
But can I go the distance alone?
I know my heart beats like a living stone
but I know from the earth
I must ground myself and find my worth.
The rose that never opened up
drinking from a devils cup
of denial
You can’t even smile
You are all thorns anyway
In the savage light of day
you weren’t born this way
But you allowed yourself to be moulded
it’s better to be unfolded.
In the words we say, a shadow longer than midday sun is cast
Beyond the grave the sword that saves us from the axe
Beyond the taxes and tax collectors in this country vast
though we are but mortals
the books we read our portals
to lives we’ve never lead
our blood runs thick and red.
The shadow behind the sword
is the words we said sincerely
they are the nearly
meant songs of another world
A parallel world when utopia was cast
into years that lasted.
My guide
I know you won’t believe me.
I know you probably won’t see things from my point of view
I know your heart is beating faster than freight train
but I am you.
As the universe divides and fragments
I can see things that were meant and never meant
that were and never were
in your eyes,
the dreaming of starry skies
the Sunday morning rainbows
the sun that glows
the words permeating your story’s pages with ink
the way we sunk and sink
into grasping the everlasting
you by no means are not a failure
you are the sea the ship I sail on and yeah
I know it’s a sea of salty tears
blown by the winds of love and overblown fears
but you are my guide
a force I cannot hide
as I take my strides
you are my power of three
and my truth I long to see.
Card board cut out of humans
would you choose them?
they deny, won’t answer the questions why
because fake news and lies
are easier than
telling us, we fucked up man!
all across the lands
they cling to power
while the environment goes sour
and pollution paves the way
for all our graves
and science to them doesn’t mean a thing
because they are dreaming of fat salaries
from corporations
and tax breaks for themselves
shopping carts and working class elves
we are broken when we can’t tell the truth
they hide behind a smoke screen aloof
but we should get the children asking the questions
because it’s their world not these clandestine people
who yearn for power and are evil.