Exceptional

In the days when the exception they say

doesn’t need correction.

we are all creative

but some have it beaten out of us

at some stage

the war the exceptional person rages

is either to have their words heard

or to keep their creative side alive

and not have it brutalised or strangled

an Angel or messenger of light

has to fight to maintain their angle of light

and their perspective and sight.

In this aching

In this aching

waking dream we live in

I love you is hardest thing to mean

I wait,

but waiting has no solace

my heart I polish for you

but will the stains wash out?

I won’t doubt you are worth it.

Reaching me through the void

and shadows

I cried out to you when they held me down

In the A and E ward I told them who you were

But like big cats don’t always purr

you are something to be worshipped

glorified and feared

If perfect love has no fear

it is love that has been realised

and actualised

I wait in the shadows

dancing in the dark

love is the flames not just the spark

to light my way…

The gobble de gook monster on your shoulder

The gobble de gook monster on your shoulder

do we get wiser when we get older?

I remain stuttering mumbling

my mind rumbling

with thoughts

I can’t actualise or realise

I cannot translate between mind and pen

and even when

I try to speak my tongue drags across the words

like a flat tyre on a bike

I wish this gobble de gook monster would take a hike

but he’s a part of me like the stories I tell

and even hell

is something I can’t be without.