Inside therapy if I ever had
an answer to a life so sad
in the mirror cold to the touch
we clutch at straws, we miss so much
I am your answer for now
chemicals causing balance
but still the illness wakes
shakes in answer to the sadness
which I cannot shake
I am the mist the fog
the court is in session
and I see chemicals
an covert addiction.
When having someone to talk
to in the early days
May have prevented my fear and depressed ways.
In the emotion pouring through your words
I can see the love you have for this world
as the liars stoke the fire
and set about dismantling your message
and it’s essence
we need to change we are killing not only ourselves
but eco systems we rely on to stock supermarket shelves
we are killing our future and choking future generations with plastic
We have to make the changes now or our casket will be closed
under a sea of rubbish we all know
should have either never been made
or just recycled.
I am sending you my hopes and prayers
but I swear there will be no Hollywood endings
I am sending you my dreams and aspirations
born of perspiration
But there are no fairy tales here.
Set sail for distant lands
But it’s all just dust and sand
I know there is magic I heard it on the freezing breeze
in the coughs of old men
but life can’t give you a happy ending
you have to find it yourself
and accept it for what it is…
Given the gift
we fight and wrestle
but it’s a prison.
she is out there
Sophia the goddess of wisdom
she spoke to me when I was 7
now I am nearly 37
I hear her voice
like yin and yang
Speaking her words to me
Am I just hearing things?
Is my mind just broken and in a sling?
Or am I just another author with a gift?
In the doorway I can’t escape
I can’t walk through the door
to reset my life.”
my life has game over in the title
it’s sometimes all too frightful
I am ghost of the man I could have been
can you feel my afterlife come along?
It is overtaking me, I am feeling wrong
I know I have to face the demon in the mirror
I know I can forgive her and myself
my dreams are still mine and I have their wealth
But can I go the distance alone?
I know my heart beats like a living stone
but I know from the earth
I must ground myself and find my worth.
The rose that never opened up
drinking from a devils cup
You can’t even smile
You are all thorns anyway
In the savage light of day
you weren’t born this way
But you allowed yourself to be moulded
it’s better to be unfolded.
In the words we say, a shadow longer than midday sun is cast
Beyond the grave the sword that saves us from the axe
Beyond the taxes and tax collectors in this country vast
though we are but mortals
the books we read our portals
to lives we’ve never lead
our blood runs thick and red.
The shadow behind the sword
is the words we said sincerely
they are the nearly
meant songs of another world
A parallel world when utopia was cast
into years that lasted.