I stand with the misfits
I stand with the misfits
All the ones from broken homes
the ones who are single and left alone
the ones deemed special
and yet not treated as treasure
I stand with the poets and artists observers of life
Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners
I am disheartened
But I will stand with those that give and never receive
those who believe
that giving their hearts and time is important
and worth their reason and rhyme
and weight of time
there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing
I like to believe
May they find their Elysium fields
where they will be met
without any painful regrets
Would you create if no one cared?
Would you create of no one cared
Would you create if no one cared?
poetry and art trickling into an ego’s despair
we need to be seen,to dream,to fly
sometimes the process can be the reason why
but if we didn’t touch our audience’s emotions
if we didn’t capture feelings within the ocean
of tears
if we silence those same fears for others
and stop them from hiding under bed covers
No we don’t need money,fans or fame
but who knows what will come all the same
if we continue to hone our craft and skills
we might even be able to pay the bills…
Lonely people
Only people
with hidden sparks of divinity
looking into the mirror
getting shivers
and quivers
Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver
another endeavour
feat of the gods
the odds
and ends of messages
we send
The revolving door
of lives
when will hope truly arrive
karma
another charmer
but a bell chimes
and it alarms us
we are living fast food lives
Our souls the only thing
that isn’t disposable
water hoses us down
but we can’t get to the deep
conversations
we permanently seek to leave words
of comfort even if they are lies
and we surrounded by people
with mole like eyes.
Forever lonely only children
You bring the light that saves
You bring the light that saves
You bring the light that saves
You are the brave
the one who stands true
the spark in me and you
you are the soul
the one who loves through and throughout
no doubt
The one who believes
breathe the light
don’t give up your fight
this is your right
born without a sign
divine
I was your first word
I will fly to you like a bird
goddess of love
My friend from above
Cannot keep looking for love with mirrors and mirror people
I looked to my parents to show me love
and god above
but I remember so little of my traumatic past
cast into the fires of hell
where I can’t tell
heaven from hades
light from shade
a knife a blade from a blade of grass
I look to be fore filled
which of our wills
is greater
I am no hater of humanity
we are all mirrors
of what we’ve been shown
but I won’t end up cold and alone
by choice
I will find my inner voice
my inner sense
of love
because I am stronger than relying on friends
and family to tell me who I am
I don’t need my reflection to know I am real
I clench at this life with zeal
and eyes of steely determination.
Unseen
I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen
I dream
of beauty
having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes
starry skies
Holding her hand
but this life happens in the meantime
Unplanned
I am unseen invisible
divisible miserable behind four walls
a boy born with a huge soul
now small
My confidence and ego a full ballon
then shrinking like a soggy deflated one
like lungs I breathe in life
and exhale sadness
madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?
invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts
people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…
