The God detective

The God detective

Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.

I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?

Art by Zoe Zass

The great reset?

The great reset

Another life that we regret

internet slaves

Jesus saves?

not when we entered into a user agreement

we didn’t read

life bleeds mini micro chips

and the rich

have globalised our living rooms

with listening devices

they have loaded dice

playing with our lives as toys

Whether we are scared little boys

or frightened little girls

ours is our world to lose

frightened to lose or drop our black mirrors

and life is losing freedom enough to cause shivers

while A.I sizes us all up

and drink from the cup

of internet fake news

while we are all enslaved

and nature is destroyed In the smog

of our tortured histories.

All that remains

All that remains

is the pain of knowing…

There’s magic in your skin

I want to hold you

my cold, bold heart wants to grasp

your hand

make you understand.

We are possessed by a spirit and it’s yours

for there is no cure for love

except drowning in it.

I ate an apple it reminded me of the sinners tale

but love in a garden cannot fail

if talk and walk again together

I know that the illusion of separation can be severed.