The diamonds in your eyes
Will there still be there when you die?
I like to say it’s all lies,
your light will shine like stars in the night sky
we are one
our oneness is the universe
the goddess holds in her purse
close to her heart.
Category Archives: poetry
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
Bubbles
Bubbles bubbles floating in the air
without care
Bubbles bubbles rainbow tinted
refracting colours
from everywhere
Bubbles bubbles doubling
they won’t last long
but the smile they bring lasts awhile
and is strong.
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.
Hope for the future
When we look to the future
let’s remind ourselves that the sun
shines all the time for everyone
and in making dreams
with possibilities
we distill hope
and our faith carries us on
even if like a candles it flickers
we will relight the flame
because we know love is the Holy Spirit’s
name.
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.
Ginger ninja bread man
This gingerbread man is ninja
he throws sweet stars and then
he jumps out of windows from tall houses
and lands on his feet and his trousers
are still clean
this ninja ginger bread man is a lean mean fighting machine
because he doesn’t want to get beaten or even worse eaten.
Rigged systems
Rigged systems
Wall Streets rigged
financial system
the pistons
and cogs
a well oiled machine filled with smog.
A joke, quantitive easing
pleasing the rich
tax breaks and evasion
philanthropy
for white Caucasians.
The system will never benefit
people on dole
losing their soul,
or the disabled
hide your ableism
and stable rules
for this worlds justice
is injustice
and we are fools.
Kitted out with system
that resists change
new world order
shift of power to billionaires
we just churn out blank stares.
Charity the modern guise
death of belief, no god, or surprise
so there is only being famous or rich
To aspire, the death of independence
Set fire to books teaching socialism
or different ways for society
its rigged,
and it’s too late to learn other ways to live.
As propaganda spouts over media
seedier than other lies spouted forth
we won’t be heard over fake news’s discourse,
the ones who shape our lives the 1%
will enslave the 99
and in the system will be written the rules
that enslave us fools
for the internet which was promised to set knowledge free
we lead to down fall of the majority
who data has been mined
and undermined
for all to see,
And we still won’t acknowledge a rigged system of humanity.
Ugly
I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ
but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule
I wish I my eyes were blue skies
I wish I set women’s hearts on fire
All I have are words
poetry
may trickle from my tongue like a tap
but I am not a male version of a honey trap
I may in some ways be wise
but people may want to keep their eyes closed
but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.
Schizophrenia
This dreaming is dark
But I won’t lose my spark
sanity is a perspective
I don’t stand for the collective
the curtains I sit behind are walls
the fractured voice of someone I love calls
and tells me she hates and berates me
in the darkness of my mind
her unkindness
blinds me.
Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair
will it ever be repaired?
The stigma attached to me lies
the fire in my heart won’t die
and maybe I enlightened or frightened
of this form
since I was a daydreamer, after I was born
the storm of intrusive thoughts
the delusions in which I am caught
and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too
you just aren’t boogie man blue
You think we are different
I am just medicated and irreverent
to this constructed reality
which you think is concrete
but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,