You ask the devil why she can’t save the world
the silence is wounding.
It betrays
slays the meaning,
driven home.
Is god into much of a coma
to answer from his throne?
Alexandria defender of man
The woman who said she was the devil
Who won’t reveal her pain
Only the scars on her wrist
All you needed to save the world was love
Like the scars told me.
Sectioned and arrested for telling the police you thought you were Jesus Christ
life is mad no need to look twice
god dies at 16 without a wife
he kills himself in metaphorical death
living his life as someone else bereft
Of the life he should of led
why do anything dead body but be what’s left?
the only difference between god and devil, is choice?
left alone with a shadow self’s caged voice
life hits like a tidal wave
and it’s a close shave
that no one can save
I am the choice the blade
cutting myself to fit in
rubbing out what I have written
Equally cursed as blessed
the rule of three undressed.
and under stress.
This poem was written from experience of mental illness and psychosis. I believe as pieces of this kaleidoscopic universe we our all God or gods and goddesses in our own right. That may put me at odds with science but that’s what I believe that we are the universe experiencing itself in various depths and levels.
If you give me love
I will give you friendship
if you give me respect
I will be your mirror
if you forgive my faults
I will catapult my soul towards you
if you treat me with compassion
I will fight for you
If you trust me I will grasp your hand
and I will understand
if you give me your time
I will reveal my secrets
if your kindness reaches my heart
I will repay with honesty
all the luck penny’s you wished
when flicking them down the well.
Oh you believe heaven is a heart beat away
It floats away like a summers day
all entrances fade to grey
all your dreams turn to night
you gave away all your sadness it turned to madness and fright
bleeding affray, in moons sight
wolves are wolves
but even they bask under the moons glow
you believe your dreams aren’t hollow
but how many lives must you lead
to know heaven is here it’s every story told
you play a character, you are freedoms child.
I sit and think of you
Our dates
The courting
the tender kisses
the way you are my Mrs
Our children and the way they’ve grown
the loneliness of our divorce
then I realise it’s all my mind
we haven’t even known each other that long
but in my head our connection our bond
makes we want to belong
in your life
even if it’s just fantasy lived in 10 mins
I feel like I could live a lifetime in your eyes
dreaming under starry skies.
Do I really like poetry?
Do I like the words, the rhythms
the meanings driven
up the motorways of life?
the cars spilling out pollution
the arguments with the wife
do I like the metaphors and similes
that are born from revelations and strife?
I like lyrics
Lyrically well placed
we played puns
heart strings strummed
I like the cadence of thoughts
the odd political retaught
the answers to the universe that fit on a postcard
and s-t-r-e-t-c-h
Across the forest of pines
but I want to find the answers that are mine
that is why I write
to set my own page alight
with my own theories
I must never become too weary
world worn
I answer your lies with a word storm
and the words become me.
You were a butterfly
fluttering in the headlights
of a car.
A wolf looking up at the stars
and crying to the moon
a vigil for the resurrection
a epiphany born of introspection.
sad souls are bought and sold
the tired get old.
cold frozen hands
cut the cloth
to form gloves
We lose our love
in the pursuit of what drives us.
arriving in the arms
of a woman’s charms
love, sex and capitalism’s false religion
got us sitting in our own supermarket in superstition
old mechanisms for control
they own our souls
freedom is for fools anyway
enslave yourself pave your own path
the aftermath of life isn’t death
it’s a body, a cage without breath
or is it that the soul
wants to look with wonder
and ponder
it’s own reality
it’s sweet and sour.
The villain
I am so nasty
people stand aghast
I am so bad
you feel a draft
on a summers day
murderous glances pave the way
I am sick, I am ill
babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills
I am so abrasive
I am like invasive surgery
I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory
the devil herself could learn from me
I want pounds of flesh so burn with me
I am deathly shade
stalking the sun
I am the nightmare
in the night you run
I am evil
I told you to die
but chances are you’re petrified
I am so dishevelled
I make Darth Sidious look sprightly
Sith Lords can’t fight me
With just one flick of my fingers
and death lingers
I am psychologically deranged
so psychopathically strange
you wondered if I was ever sane
I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab
I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad
I framed Sherlock Holmes
and made him into an heroin addict
cause all my plays our that strategic
I even cheat death
in fact I own Azrael’s blade
I am villain, the one you crave.
Knotted fingers
this love lingers
on the tip of my tongue
in the inner workings of my heart and on
this is love that makes me strong
which binds me to the earth
and fosters rebirth
I look at the stars they shine for us both
for its you I love the most
and one day you will feel
the love that will make me kneel
this love which is real.