https://anchor.fm/alienpoet/episodes/A-Father-is-Spoken-Word-e11j5sp
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Atlas podcast poem
I can’t be the man you want
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!
If I wasn’t depressed
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.
Our Love will never be small
I love you’s drawn across the sky
we are the passages of time that never die
I met you many times
we held hands and I spoke my rhymes
they nestled in your ears
and spoke to your heart
and even if we are far apart
I live inside your mind
these are the times
when the goddess answers my call
Our love will never be small
Opposites attract
I am awake
You are asleep, dreaming
I am screaming
as you break my heart
you are thinking
I am dumbfounded
surrounded by angels who hate me
You are the night and stars
I am the sun
you are my earth my sky
the fire in which we both die
I waited my whole life to burn with you.
The Damned spoken word podcast
The diamonds in your eyes
The diamonds in your eyes
Will there still be there when you die?
I like to say it’s all lies,
your light will shine like stars in the night sky
we are one
our oneness is the universe
the goddess holds in her purse
close to her heart.
The God detective
The God detective
Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.
I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?
Art by Zoe Zass