We need to end the war

May 25, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, disabled, environment, poem, poor | Leave a comment

The war on the poor and disabled continues

what is the truth if we can’t see through our black windows

our phones the black mirrors of fortune

as we dance to the corporations tune

like rats to the pied piper

or fight in wars and get hit by snipers

we are lining the pockets of shareholders

getting fleeced as we get older

we the poor and obsolete

can’t fall in line or retreat

we don’t fit in their plan

A.I another scam

computers too cool for school

and the corporations rule

the ones who can’t ascend the corporate ladder

will be forced into suicide

I can’t let this slide

as the planet dies

we have to work together or perish

love can it win? we need a child’s courage…

Destroy your roots

May 18, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, destroy, inspiration, life, pain, poem, roots, spoken word, story, tears | Leave a comment

Destroy your roots

I am drug that turns on you

that burns you away

as you burn it away.

I am the family you never had

no father.

Just your mother on another planet

she made her career her aim

the lessons in school teaching just blame

I am the church of vampires

who feed off of religion

and superstition

they teach guilt

to the hilt of sword

they wilt words

of love that were meant

and taint the truth

that was heaven sent

I am the college you tried

your peers pried

into your life like gossip

now you try to fit in

but they’ve already written

your story

So beat your roots

stand tall

life maybe governed by walls

but we can still climb over

luck is not just governed by four leafed clovers

to be the change you want see

you have to change your view

set your sights on what you want

if can’t change the words

change the font

at least make your life pretty

all rewrite your story

Be the path out of the ordinary.

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

May 17, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, inspiration, monkey, philosophy, poem, poetry, storytelling, tree | Leave a comment

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

monkeys cannot climb

they cannot agree

On a way to ascend

your angry spine.

Their branches are a conundrum a solution

cannot be found

the monkeys all make a squawking kind of sound.

The monkeys have a headache they cannot solve

we have to wait for our ideas to evolve

before they can climb this tree.

But you are a walking talking puzzle

we don’t need, our brain is no muscle

but it needs a workout from time to time

patterns form rhymes

across the pages to spine

of the book.

But monkeys cannot read and humans won’t look

where you cast aspersions we mistook

for common sense

we can’t give you up for lent

monkey puzzle tree are misspent

like our youth

can monkeys really not climb these trees?

do we even care the truth bleeds

like monkey’s well worn hands

does anyone really understand?

Every wise man sings the blues

May 12, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged blues, earth, future, man, mother, news, sings, wise, yesterday | Leave a comment

This is the life my habits choose

love might be be a losing game

but don’t fear the bruise.

there may be choice

where you hear your own voice

and know for certainty

your own adversity

and grow towards the light like a plant

learn that music flows through you like a dance

There maybe suffering here

Every wise man may sing the blues

but at least he knows he’s yesterday’s news

and our children’s children are the future we have to protect

Mother Earth has to be given love and respect

in the eyes of every living creature

is that love we hide

But it’s as constant as the seas tide

flowing back and forth

As we stride searching for the answers

which have been in us since the start

eyes of wonder

and big hearts.

King of nothing part 2

May 4, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, arrow, inspiration, king, Love, music, nothing, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, time | Leave a comment

I am the king of nothing

I have the arrow of time

embedded in my chest

a song, a beating that cannot rest

I was a wild child

before life tamed me

I used to fight wars in my head

I still do

but love’s cogs and mechanism

are as lost as I am to you

I live, the universe lives in me

but I am royalty severed

I mind that cannot be tethered

only to her

No gold no frankincense no myrrh

I am man unpicked undone

I stand alone

but I serve her

and her throne.

Dad

May 2, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged bones, dad, dwindling, light, Love, poem, soul | Leave a comment

The light in your eyes has gone

it was dwindling what’s wrong

when you feel it’s the battle you can’t fight

I will grasp your hand tight

in the depths of depression

I will make them listen and give suggestions

but ultimately it’s a path we all walk

but not alone

I love you soul to bones.

Poetree

May 2, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged granted, grave, karma, Love, planting, poison, society, tree, written | Leave a comment

We need to question the society we take for granted
the seeds you planted
will come back to grow on your grave.
Love will always save.

The trees you planted a welcome reminder
of playing a life that’s a blinder
or a poison tree that bears fruit to poison this generation and the next
to be written and recorded in text.

The labyrinth of our life

March 24, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, inspiration, labyrinth, man, mental health, personal, poem, poetry, spokenword, storytelling, tears, woman | Leave a comment

There is kindness here if you can keep it in mind

there is sadness, remorse and discourse

that signals just how much I love you

However I walk in daylight and the rain

and it falls us both no ones to blame

in this labyrinth we have created

love blossoms in your absence

and yet you are with me in the movements of the trees

which seem to be watching me

and the leaves dance to your voice

or am I deluded I have no choice

but to believe.

The story we have weaved

like the rope that we marks our way

you are the light to my day

in the river your tears fall

I die in the labyrinth

calling your name on the wind

Hoping that you will hear it someday

my body decays

but memory stays

in your third eye

can love resurrect? Can it comply?

what was love but hope of your stay

in my heart forever you are with me I pray

for your speech echos in my head

this body but bone skin and sinew

I am lost in my monologue

I end where you begin I begin where you end

the last message I will ever send.

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet

Glitch

March 24, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, computer, game, glitch, inspiration, minecraft, poem, poetry, spokenword | 2 Comments

I am an itchy sentence

with a withheld pretence

a game with a glitch

a thoughtless error

a cut above the sever

that you didn’t want.

A unforeseen font

that shouldn’t be there.

A gaze, a stare

in the wrong direction

an infection of the mind

caught on the barbed wire

of life’s curses

and sealed within life’s hearse

a credit card, purse lost

look what a mistake cost

minecraft with a sphere instead of cubes

what am I here to prove

that life is imperfect

but it’s perfect imperfections

make for characters

even if they are glitches on the radar

of life.

Yes I lived

March 13, 2019 by dhooksy in poetry and tagged alienpoet, inspiration, personal, poem, poetry, Self, spoken word, story, truth | Leave a comment

Yes I lived

Walked amongst the trees

with the birds chirping

slurping my soup as it went down

tried not to wear an unbecoming frown

gazed in restless impatience

in the loud white noise of TV people

climbing church towers and steeples

and hills

taking bitter pills

but never losing the will

to hold on.

Yes sometimes, I lived to survive

if you don’t do anything you are not alive

I jet setted through my twenties

in my thirties now I am not prevented

from achieving my dreams and goals

despite my mental health bearing its soul

I am not always on the right track

but my heart I will not crack

I stay the course and live

for I am the many people I have become

and my curiosity I will never overcome

and I am the sum

of being ,seeing and feeling grace

and may grow wrinkles upon my face

and my tastes may change

for I still chiselling this life and soul from the rock

and time is ticking like the metaphorical clock.