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.

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.

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.