I have no roots
my beauty isn’t even soil deep
I lie in the water of tears I have wept
kept until I die a rotten death
you shouldn’t have cut me from my home
broken stems all alone
this is me dead
all the colours of garden lost in my head.
Category Archives: alienpoet
Peaceful river
Peaceful river flowing free
collected together by tributaries
I am a river we are the sea
we are all memories.
Peaceful river rains collected in a river bed
We are the words collected and said
shaping the land around
with indents of smiles
traveling together for miles
Peaceful river animals coming to drink
do you ever stop to think
and take a moment
to think about life’s dream?
what makes you you and me me
do you open your eyes to actually see
life beautifully displayed
Peaceful river fish swim
we watch them jumping
games and sports blood pumping
boats traveling up and down
and all around
trees with birds nest
the days we spend carelessly are the best.
If I was a superhero
Lament of the sparrowman
In a down and out town
Lives a man not occupied enough to be a clown
the jokes on him
and the joke wears thin
living in the past
cast in the jaws of hell that last
and captures all his virtues narrowed
by fate in acting up too late he is a sparrow
locked in a cage
Mindless and in a unconscious rage
he may tweet on Twitter
and he has a lot to witter
on about
but his mind is full of doubt
and opportunities don’t come often
to soften
the blows which rain down from people with agendas
who will take advantage of misadventure
and misfortune
he is a drunken loon
not by alcohol but by the moon
insanity is casting aspersions
and his friends leave and desert him
he yearns like the sparrow to fly free
but he hasn’t got heaven’s key
medical sedatives don’t inspire visions
What he needs is a decision
to break with the past.
Smobie smart phone zombie
Smobie smart phone zombie
the microchips are in your head
Capacitors and now your dead
you grasp a screen
Keep it clean
a terrible truth is it was born from your conscious thought
a terrible butterfly caught from a brain stain retaught
you think in video Facebook spies
the bots in your eyes lie
selfies, selfies, psychosis for wealthy
It’s unhealthy
your addiction became your affliction
and now your dead
save for the Facebook thread
life is your profile lives on
On the internet
where brains always find regret
the path is easily met
fuck is decay
Fuck and mind rape is here to stay
have I said enough
it’s tough
Smart phone zombie you are me I am it
sucking in technologies tits
Thumb wank your way into oblivion
you are thumb without a brain
a technological cum stain…
Possessed by her voice
The aching of a voice
a hollowed out choice
to listen
the harrowing of what it says
how it plays out in my head
the reaction makes me hear it more
an un deliberate underscore
the four ways to walk
North south east and west
Even my actions and foot prints talk with her voice
and its tone I hear through the static of like sounding voices
her moan sends shivers down my spine
I hear a different version in the movement of the trees branches
Life dances, and the leaves of the trees say in a Kinetic way I love you
but her voice inside my head says I hate you so much
we hardly ever touched when I knew her
but love is the spur
to touch and talk to her
my Queen, my life,my dream.
Love Andover radio poem of the day
Alienpoet 👽 @ Andover Rocks 2018
In memory of the moon
Like the wolf is drawn to the moon
I saw you
your light, your gloom
eclipsed by the light of the night the moon
The wolf I fed
Bled in the dark
but hunted for light
fought alone for the stars which shine bright
In the night sky.
they couldn’t lie to me all those stars
for its in their truth they shone the way
I breathe you, breathe it in
I believe it with my toothy grin
I am the wolf let me win
the moons glow ripples in the lake
of tears but I can never get to her
but the moon shines on my fur
and I hear a murmur of your voice on the wind
which is long gone and kept within,
memory.
The devil is a dog who lives alone
The devil is a dog who lives alone
No roots to break through his heart of stone
He sits alone in his despair
No devil may care attitude to wear
life is love and connection
no time for too much introspection
He often reminisces in the fortress his home
but death is regret and the drone of tv
I wish he says I had a heart
the memories I have pick me apart
But at the end it’s tv meals
that steal our time
Moments spent with others,chime
they are our reason to live
people are our reason to give.

