zombie land

In a desolate waste land hell
Minds that decay dwell
In the thick starless night
of dead space sight

in the void of hearts that have been shown no love
Like angels with their wings clipped and can not fly above
The sinking feeling reigns in stomachs like a pit
the only fear that reaches us anew is lit
By anger and despair which catches our stare
Like a terrible mournful glare
we are the television dreams that died out
the terrible visions of you that you can’t doubt
but say is true
I am a zombie and so are you
and our hunger can never be sated
abated or abbreviated
I hunger for sanity
In this world of fears
but positivity won’t reach my ears

for we are programmed to feed on the fears of our fathers
and our fathers, fathers and mothers mothers ever after
and we are the struggle that lines all pockets with jewels
and we are the cold hearts beating so cool
and love is what we ache for but we are fools.
Droiling for flesh
Outer shell should not be so important it’s only mesh
Our souls cry out to be touched
But we are bones supported by a crutch
of thoughts that we never really own
I need you I feel so alone
Our mantra crying out to the abyss
but who’s words ?
am I saying this?

The Escapist

The Escapist

Sometimes my escaping
leads to me scrapping myself
off the floor.
Substance abuse
let loose
has become my demon
from which I have no freedom.
Lost in chaos
I use it change my emotion or keep it in stasis
what a waste this is
I have to face my demons
of psychological fear
work through the tears
become a form of me
that I can eventually be
proud of,
and escape like Phoenix free
when my sadness has left me
and never use the poisons again.

Love is a song better sung with two

Desperation for your touch
your kiss
I can never truly deserve this
in midnight moonlit bliss
we collide together in bedroom hysteria.

In fever pitched heat
tangled legs and arms in devotion
you sing like songstresses wailing
causing a commotion
love is a song sung better with two
but longing in my heart is for you…

Who is Daniel Hooks?

Existential views
Church bell blues
Christian old news
Messiah complex
Respectful specs
Saviour syndrome old tech
Love in heart of the wild
A sky cannot be outsourced or out styled
It has millions of vistas and views
I will never be old news
We are the sky
We will never die
Or sink into religious why’s
Who is Daniel Hooks?
Neither a robber or a crook
Just a man who looks
Into the depths
like the mind who crept into a unfinished novel
I keep your secrets in my hovel.

Disappointment

Surrounded by opportunities
Which have been given
Laid at my feet but I need to be forgiven
Because I burn them as offerings
To my self for filling prophecy of pain
insane, I wonder whether I will receive them again
the world draws out the worst in me
If I am surrounded by arseholes cursing me
then won’t I can’t just give in.

Or is my life just a sin?
A tall tale of talent for sale
I move like a snail
when I should hunt like a bear
I stare at advertisers glare
at posters the only person who can change my life is me
I alone hold the key
But in the mirror the reflection I see
Is taunting the shy retiring me
and he keep my status quo
By keep taking the punches low
If I was boxer I be rocky
On the ropes
An eloquent man but also a joke…