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Threshold guardian
In the heroes journey
there are dragons which burn me
Shapeshifters and drifters
tricksters with flick knife hearts
Card players
beautiful women
Some are tarts
and yet I reach out to them
in the hope of helping myself
my threshold guardian shares my reflection
which way he will go
is the gift we all know
the character selection screen
in this dream.
Strange love for shadows
This insane love
loving ghosts in this town
I search for old shadows
there are plenty around
They are fickle
they hide from the light
they only want a quiet night.
You are my darkness and my light
the reason I still fight
the night and stars are yours to align
but your heart still isn’t mine
in this design,
I know we both spring forth
in fates curtains and discourse
But I love you like the sun
which causes shadows to hide
but at the end of the day
I call your name on the wind
the secret name you don’t even know yourself
I know we both don’t understand each other’s points of view
but I know one day I won’t sing the blues.
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Our love a blanket of night and stars
Dying to live
Living to die
uncomfortable eyes
Starry skies
highlight
our plight
our love
cast everywhere
like a blanket of night and stars
but we bear the scars
the wounds and fires
that make us who we are.
Vision
You can either see with eyes of wonder
or sink into regret
either love and let go
or grasp and feel hollow
you can either follow a path
or make the journey less travelled
you can unravel
the great mysteries
write your own histories
or sit inside and cry
but remember you can be all the above
and someone will still love you from afar
finding your burning white hot star.
My God
My god won’t fit in my veins
won’t fit in this skin
she doesn’t wear a skirt
she has shed her skin
She is a soul
she wears many faces
Many races worship her
she has many names
and cannot be tamed
my god is a woman
she’s the soul of the universe
clothed in darkness and white light
and the many shades of the rainbow
and she knows wisdom we all seek
and sometimes she sends angels to peak
through the clouds
and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud
and she speaks to me in dreams
and carries the weight of her universe
in her purse.
Deep in a forest of fake news
Deep in A forest of fake news
Where headline games are people’s views
where pandemics become plandemics
where anti Vaxxers avoid vaccinations
and billionaires avoid taxation.
The forest of fake news
didn’t just spring up
watered by raining lies
governed by media moguls
and Facebook spies
Google and the internet shows us what we want to see
inverted mirrors of reality
each showing trees
a forest for all
with no clarity
How do see the forest from the trees?
or the trees that are fake?
life is forest full of trees but they are increasingly on the make
or plastic
or diseased
or just tricks in our sight
digital trees born out of spite
then cut down into newspapers
there’s no one to save us
we want to see the truth
that wasn’t always hidden
but we’d rather see the fake that’s not guilt ridden.
Truth the tree of life is now overrun
No one can see it
It’s been over come
and in the dark all trees look the same
it’s you and I who are to blame
We allowed them to plant
there fake news trees
and lies and untruths are a disease.
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Sometimes
Sometimes
The world goes on behind my window
I stare out into the suns glare
I wrap myself around my thoughts
and all that I have sought
do I still care?
Sometimes
I am broken beggar
trying to get a leg up
sometimes I want to say
words of meaning
am I still dreaming?
Sometimes
my hearts soft like paper
sometimes it’s hard like a diamond
fashioned with pressure and heat
sometimes I play my songs on repeat
hoping to make my way to someone’s smile on the street.
Sometimes
I bow to the dark
sometimes I look to the stars sparkling in the sky
sometimes I want to die
but I realise life is short
and I love my friends to much to make this life end
so my epitaph will say I loved until my world drifted away
but I left you my words and that’s more than ok.