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I will find your heart
Sister of the Maelstrom
Photos of friends
Photos of friends
I no longer see
I wonder where they are now
and where their lives have led
in digital dreams I still see them
not in black and white but in colour
we will all end up being stored in the cloud
maybe heaven is a download away?
I love your darkness and your light
I love your darkness and your light
I love your eyes your sight
Dreaming dreams showing how to fight
a single parent battle
rattling the cage on the stage of life
getting through having a good time
you have left me behind
But I wish you well.
There is too much hell in my thoughts
too much insanity I have been caught
I thought about us together too much
pessimism and thoughtfulness are a crutch
I miss your smile your light
but without darkness the light wouldn’t have room to shine
I would send you lines
of poetry
you are the name of nobility
you won’t mix
shadows can’t be fixed
I would love your naked soul
but my heart bleeds my innocence away
but there is too much left
bereft of you
fitted out without a clue
If I’d loved both of us more
I would have set the fire free
but it is your soul who has my key
Dreamers disease
You never see my pain
behind the cold rain
I hide them all the same
A so called weirdo
I don’t choose to be schizophrenic
it’s God’s epidemic
when the cave man called to the divine
when he spoke to the trees
as gods when he believed
did you think the ones who didn’t believe
tormented him yes they probably did
but without looking outside our shell
we can’t see heaven or hell
and if you don’t look science as well.
Haunted spouse
In a house on a hill
there was a married couple
with woman who’s will was broken
domestic bliss
started out with one kiss
now she’s haunted by the ghost of how her life should’ve been
he said he wished they never met
he yearned for a life of adventure
he says he’s been held back
through the crack
In the wall of their house
She believes she can see the stars.
Her eyes puffy from tears
her heart putty to fears
which shape her into clay pot
of wasted memories and time
why didn’t she travel the world?
instead of having marrying him
though she doesn’t regret having two boys and a girl.
She’s a haunted spouse
who will one day haunt a house
with memories bitter sweet
and taste the the pain of defeat
of eyes that shouldn’t of met
his stare
she yearns for another man to hold her and care
love and life are both unfair
and don’t hold her gaze
she sits and smokes her life to ashes.
love is more than certainty
Vampire state of mind
Is it unkind
to say I don’t mind
at least you’d be my beautiful death
kill all of me silence my breath.
Everything is backwards
even the devil
and god is a good dog
to its owner
I am a loner
with a wild heart
I was born so alive at the start
why did the sun depart from my life
now regret is my wife.
Tears nurture god’s plants
We want a way to cosmic balance dance
to meet our other half
I grasp the staff of pessimism
a schism of my madness
I know I can walk
and am wild
but the child I am is a dreamer
and screaming for belonging
In someones eyes maybe I can find a home
it is no good being a king on a throne
in a kingdom with no one left
I wait for you to make peace
but there is no relief
I love you, it’s more than certainty
I spurn answers
For your answer would set me free
I love you lady you hold all my keys
I begging you please
at least hold me in your embrace
this poem is a but words
but chords might play
if you love me I pray.
England
St George slays the dragon
In this pleasant land
we drink tea and jump on the band wagon
and celebrate and plan.
Wimbledon will be soon on Tv
football and rugby a part of our history
sporting achievements living the dream
to remember a Red Cross and white background colour scheme
Shakespeare, Jane Austin Jk Rowling and Dickens
this country has literary greats new and old
to name a few
Keep us warm beside the fire burning through and through
Sandwich board lives
From skid row street
to death row and where they meet
you’ve exchanged your life
For a dollar sign and strife
crack alley coloured black
devil cries into your pipe
where shit travels
and you forget to wipe
where is the contrast?
Life for rent
Broken and bent
the colour, the shape of your heart
Before it was torn apart
Give me the child of hope
not the man who copes
with life emotions cut loose
the tyranny of time’s choice
you’ve lost your voice
chasing the dollar
forgetting to holler
about your dreams
while your desolation screams
sandwich board lives.
The title is “sandwich boards lives”because people in this sort of crisis have lost their voice and yet they wear despair and loneliness like a sandwich board you can see it in their face and how they present themselves.