Chemical lobotomy

Inside therapy if I ever had

an answer to a life so sad

in the mirror cold to the touch

we clutch at straws, we miss so much

I am your answer for now

chemicals causing balance

but still the illness wakes

shakes in answer to the sadness

which I cannot shake

I am the mist the fog

of depression

the court is in session

and I see chemicals

a prescription

an covert addiction.

When having someone to talk

to in the early days

May have prevented my fear and depressed ways.

Greta

In the emotion pouring through your words

I can see the love you have for this world

as the liars stoke the fire

and set about dismantling your message

and it’s essence

we need to change we are killing not only ourselves

but eco systems we rely on to stock supermarket shelves

we are killing our future and choking future generations with plastic

We have to make the changes now or our casket will be closed

under a sea of rubbish we all know

should have either never been made

or just recycled.

There are no Hollywood endings

I am sending you my hopes and prayers

but I swear there will be no Hollywood endings

I am sending you my dreams and aspirations

born of perspiration

and tears

But there are no fairy tales here.

Set sail for distant lands

But it’s all just dust and sand

I know there is magic I heard it on the freezing breeze

in the coughs of old men

but life can’t give you a happy ending

you have to find it yourself

and accept it for what it is…

Authors of the great myth

Given the gift

of sight

we fight and wrestle

nestling

in escapism

but it’s a prison.

she is out there

Sophia the goddess of wisdom

she spoke to me when I was 7

now I am nearly 37

I hear her voice

like yin and yang

Speaking her words to me

Am I just hearing things?

Is my mind just broken and in a sling?

Or am I just another author with a gift?

Ghost

In the doorway I can’t escape
I can’t walk through the door
to reset my life.”

my life has game over in the title
it’s sometimes all too frightful
I am ghost of the man I could have been
can you feel my afterlife come along?

It is overtaking me, I am feeling wrong
I know I have to face the demon in the mirror 
I know I can forgive her and myself
my dreams are still mine and I have their wealth 

But can I go the distance alone?
I know my heart beats like a living stone
but I know from the earth
I must ground myself and find my worth.

The shadow behind the sword

In the words we say, a shadow longer than midday sun is cast

Beyond the grave the sword that saves us from the axe

Beyond the taxes and tax collectors in this country vast

though we are but mortals

the books we read our portals

to lives we’ve never lead

our blood runs thick and red.

The shadow behind the sword

is the words we said sincerely

they are the nearly

meant songs of another world

A parallel world when utopia was cast

into years that lasted.