You believe heaven’s a heart beat away

Oh you believe heaven is a heart beat away

It floats away like a summers day

all entrances fade to grey

all your dreams turn to night

you gave away all your sadness it turned to madness and fright

bleeding affray, in moons sight

wolves are wolves

but even they bask under the moons glow

you believe your dreams aren’t hollow

but how many lives must you lead

to know heaven is here it’s every story told

you play a character, you are freedoms child.

Live a lifetime in ten minutes 

I sit and think of you
Our dates 
The courting 
the tender kisses
the way you are my Mrs 
Our children and the way they’ve grown
the loneliness of our divorce 
then I realise it’s all my mind
we haven’t even known each other that long
but in my head our connection our bond
makes we want to belong
in your life
even if it’s just fantasy lived in 10 mins
I feel like I could live a lifetime in your eyes
dreaming under starry skies.

Do I really like poetry

Do I really like poetry?

Do I like the words, the rhythms

the meanings driven

up the motorways of life?

the cars spilling out pollution

the arguments with the wife

do I like the metaphors and similes

that are born from revelations and strife?

I like lyrics

Lyrically well placed

we played puns

heart strings strummed

I like the cadence of thoughts

the odd political retaught

the answers to the universe that fit on a postcard

and s-t-r-e-t-c-h

Across the forest of pines

but I want to find the answers that are mine

that is why I write

to set my own page alight

with my own theories

I must never become too weary

world worn

I answer your lies with a word storm

and the words become me.

Life is sweet and sour

You were a butterfly

fluttering in the headlights

of a car.

A wolf looking up at the stars

and crying to the moon

a vigil for the resurrection

a epiphany born of introspection.

sad souls are bought and sold

the tired get old.

cold frozen hands

cut the cloth

to form gloves

We lose our love

in the pursuit of what drives us.

arriving in the arms

of a woman’s charms

love, sex and capitalism’s false religion

got us sitting in our own supermarket in superstition

old mechanisms for control

they own our souls

freedom is for fools anyway

enslave yourself pave your own path

the aftermath of life isn’t death

it’s a body, a cage without breath

or is it that the soul

wants to look with wonder

and ponder

it’s own reality

it’s sweet and sour.

The villain

The villain

I am so nasty

people stand aghast

I am so bad

you feel a draft

on a summers day

murderous glances pave the way

I am sick, I am ill

babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills

I am so abrasive

I am like invasive surgery

I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory

the devil herself could learn from me

I want pounds of flesh so burn with me

I am deathly shade

stalking the sun

I am the nightmare

in the night you run

I am evil

I told you to die

but chances are you’re petrified

I am so dishevelled

I make Darth Sidious look sprightly

Sith Lords can’t fight me

With just one flick of my fingers

and death lingers

I am psychologically deranged

so psychopathically strange

you wondered if I was ever sane

I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab

I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad

I framed Sherlock Holmes

and made him into an heroin addict

cause all my plays our that strategic

I even cheat death

in fact I own Azrael’s blade

I am villain, the one you crave.

Here lies love

The angels cast into the fire

the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire

hung on a tree for them to see

the angels die and so sleep

They creep into children’s daydreams.

Reincarnated as a hawk like man

It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late

to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold

but he will die alone when he gets old

ghosts are the only ones who believe

they will wait for his soul to be made free

the key to the universe is strength through love

but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites

it’s his fate…

The girl with many faces do you want me?

They held me down in the hospital

I screamed your name I as the needle punctured my skin

sedated

All I wanted was love

but the angels don’t answer

they just sleep

even the demons weep

is the price too steep?

I broke into house just to talk to one of your many faces

When life is a bruised fruit

do you have the roots

like a tree to rescue me?

heaven is sunlights kiss

but I am in the dark

Our divine spark is pain.

Heart or Hope

Hope speaks

yet my heart feels

tears flow down my cheek

at least I am real

Hope or heart

to feel the pain

Or to look for the sunshine in the rain

Faking smiles

In rooftop terraces

the Ferris wheel of life

let me go off to murder my strife

A vacation for frustration

My heart is black hole

longing and empty, wilful and bold

Hope is bird singing in a distant cage

a heart is strange thing to age

with my ageing heart

I give you my wisdom and advice

but you won’t see the payment I made

the cut and paste words that shade

and shadow this page

the one I didn’t say which are hidden

But pave the way

Heart or hope

I cope and live for brighter days

when sunlight pours onto this desperate stage.