Who gave you the glints in your eyes
the tints of blue skies
without clouds
the angels couldn’t shroud your beautiful soul
I often take strolls
but doll your soul is gold
I am often left with fire when I reminisce
we never kissed
I made a promise like a watcher in the dark
your smile lights my way like a spark.
Hanging on the cross
collecting the dross
on the doss
the dole,
of having a soul
what are we but clay pots collecting water?
no we are more and always have been
the views we have seen
the rhythms from the heart
the frequencies of our words
the skies, the birds
the moaning of love making
cell division shaking
through separation
like salt dissolving in water
and yet we are sons and daughters
trying to identify with our identities
yet eventually returning to the soul we came from
our bodies returning to dust
but our soul remains
in the Everglades.
If humanity stood for kindness
not for the awful blindness of thinking they were better
if love entered our hearts and we wrote love letters to the earth
in the form of actions and weren’t distracted
and cursed.
then I wouldn’t be a Poet against humanity
I wouldn’t ask questions about our collective sanity
I’d only ask for love and peace
for life is unfair but we are beasts.
If we evolve into beings of light
then we must ask ourselves to fight
for to preserve justice
for that is humanities only hope.
You were too bright to be a diamond
a halo of brightest stars
a lover beyond the tears of a heroine
a remembrance
of the classical
the divine
you could be chiselled in marble
yet heart is flesh
but your soul is held in golden sunlight
and yet you are my darkness
in your shade
I carry the obsidian blade
to protect you
and sacrifice my heart.
Tired in the daytime after having a good nights rest
being tested all the time by voices which are more than a pest
depressions iron curtains are coming down again
I am in the Misty mountains of pain which I climb daily
and my assailant is attacking me with delusions and fearful paranoia
I think the only hope is to battle with things that can destroy yah
I can sometimes withstand
But the terrible gravity of situation is hard for me to even understand…
No matter how you change the font
words stay the same
I know I am not your type, am I to blame?
I could be made of muscles with six pack and broad shoulder and arms of Steel
but I am not
I could be a scientist with a silver tongue eloquent or just very well hung
I am me there is only one version of myself
I can’t change
or rearrange
I realise my limitations
I won’t be able to perform and act as an imitation
I am who I am
Love me or let me go
for its you I love I know you know!
I’d launch myself across the room
to collide with your lips
put my hands around your waist your hips
If I wasn’t depressed
I enjoy the simple things
a paper crown would make me feel like a king
I’d wrap up myself with smiles
I’d dress with style
if I wasn’t depressed I’d sing
songs wild and free
life would be love and not the sting
Of fear.