Monthly Archives: June 2019
Knotted fingers
Knotted fingers
this love lingers
on the tip of my tongue
in the inner workings of my heart and on
this is love that makes me strong
which binds me to the earth
and fosters rebirth
I look at the stars they shine for us both
for its you I love the most
and one day you will feel
the love that will make me kneel
this love which is real.
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.
Movement
To continue we go
to continue to know
we must blow
the air to breathe
to believe
depression holding us back
the semi colon
but we thirst to move track
like trains on the railway
we must make our own way
forever in transit
and transformation
there are never enough homes
or railway stations
never enough elation
clever metaphors steal admiration
I love all the movement the sensations.
Self worth
In the mirth of a daydream
time spent hiding from the world
whether you are a boy or a girl
don’t hide
arrive with eyes wide
opening to see your potential displayed
sway the people to see
sow the seed
make plans
Show your worth
this is the turf
where the birth
of thoughts and ideas meet
make your worth known.
We are slaves or wolves without teeth
They have enslaved us
We may curse and we may cuss
distrust our leaders
we must not bite the hand that feeds us
but our hands bleed
we are wolves without teeth
belief, in brighter days
made us slaves
the light which is ours anyway
Austerity just another sickness
of the state
Gives rise to division and hate
we are all to busy fighting for existence
to seek a better system
or resist them
So the rich get richer
and the poor live by the wire
from Theresa May to Boris Johnson you are all liars
We don’t believe in socialism or looking after the defenceless
It’s tribalism that’s too expensive
we need to move from leaders to people
to save our planet
but damn it
we are too busy infighting
So what do we do
move to other throw
or make the system work
It’s in your hands the future is work
that pays off
and doesn’t enslave
and that saves the environment and Gaia
do we want to end in nuclear fire
ruled by psychopathic liars.
Faith love and hope
Broken effigies
Of idols
lost bibles
filled with lies
and old repeated sighs
Love stands indifferent
affirmations don’t fail
we set sail
for a love that doesn’t flail
about in the dark.
The spark in the dark
sets alight the blue touch paper
no matter the sabre
rattling
we won’t stop the love which sets us free
and chains us in one
overcoming hope rides
like a white horses galloping strides
we hold hands in the night
even if it’s in our minds
faith is a dreamer
a scheming mind
has to sing
in the deep waters of imagination
faith is belief
hope never extinguished
I hold your breath in my mouth
you blew in there
I am caught by your loving stare.
I am a poet who bleeds ink
I am not an octopus
I am a poet who bleeds ink
I sink, words tattoo the page
blood and scars
look at the way
my love is tar
thick like blue ichor
of the gods
I love you like anxiety from afar
butterflies and broken tickers
hearts on fire
with the oil of desire.