Open the door to your heart
A world without war
A new start
Where love and oneness are accepted more
Turn the page on your rage
Free us from the cage
Of the minds programming
Which is a failed system
Snatch utopia from the ashes
Of heart shaped gashes
Cuts that bleed
Feed love instead
Grow peace in your head
and like a Phoenix fly
Take that one new breath
and think like you’ve had an epiphany
A realisation reborn into rebirth
Utopia on this earth.
From the pen that scribbles an idea
To the man who battles fear
To the page that enlightens
To the book that frightens and amazes
From the publisher to the readership
To the peaceful revolution
To the great beyond
To understanding ourselves better
Enriching life the universe and the stars
We bear the fruit and the scars
Of a story…
The antique mirror which was your late great aunts
Stands before you and plants, an image in your head
A frozen image of woman not unlike yourself but with white pupils
Without an iris just a spot,like a dot of ink on a page
The image shimmers until all you can see is you again although you are feeling strange.
But you look again and your eyes have turned
White, your body your frame is racked with pain
As you feel nails break and black claws burst free of cuticles
You lose you balance and fall grabbing your stomach
You don’t know what happening an your terrified not just flummoxed
Panic sets in as skin and bone crack
Metamorphosis is not holding back
As your feet and talons burst through your dainty high heels
To reveal huge hideous monster toes and claws on show
Your legs are growing too not showing signs of slowing either
As your breaths become more and more sudden
You roll about the floor
Your clothes tear at the seams
You’re becoming a monster like in those horror movie scenes
Legs break and bend like an animal on tip toes
Your back arches and cracks as your spine shows
Then your spine extends as you scream
A tail has formed writhing and waggling out of control
Animal instincts start to take over your soul
Horns sprout from your skulls temple
As your screams become mental
Your teeth grow sharp your tongue extends
Your face becomes a muzzle you growl
You can smell every scent in the air
As your nickers tear
You howl a lustful howl as hairs stand on end
and grow into fur as you roar a beastly roar
Cursed you want more
Flesh lust and craving
No one is safe from your beastly self
We are all meat to you on a consumers shelf.
Drink from the cup of anger
You blame each other
In gods name.
The painful exaggeration
Leaves a blood stain
Fear makes the wolf look bigger
Politicians of western world snigger
But they have left us high and dry
And capitalism like the dragons of old
Cannot be controlled
Everywhere a playground game
It’s all the same
Like limp bizkit said
It’s all about the he said she said bullshit
The blame game
Instead of finding answers
In amongst the playground fights and skuffles
I was picked on by people who were so called cooler than me
Unfortunately we never grow up
Lets try to live forwards unlike the devil
After all lived is good start
Turn the page draw a heart
If you can’t say anything good
Don’t say it at all…
If fate is fact
Then is life fiction
Written by God
Our daily affliction.
If our destiny is death
With life sandwiched in between
Is life free choice or someone else’s dream?
Or is it a scheme?
A set level on a platform game
Perhaps freedom isn’t real
We are slaves to karma
We don’t define our lives they have already been defined
Time is a certain answer, choice a question?
Philosophers then should know their own destination
Who has defined our character if fate or destiny exists?
Is it circumstance that guides our hand or actions
Either way what is fates desire?
To throw us into the fire
To see how we turn out
Was there any doubt?
You never see the wood for the trees
You never see the wound until it bleeds
You feel free until you see the chains
Lifes pains are driving you insane
You cannot help people until you know their pain
You cannot appreciate the sunshine until you’ve tasted the rain.
This came from a prompt from one of my classmates in creative writing I rewrote it though at home.
I have a secret nobody knows
When I dream of someone who dies
It comes true
What they don’t know is my fathers called Death
He lets them take their final breath
In some cases its a relief
To leave this tortuous life
End pain wracked old age
But I don’t like people to leave early before their time
I offer a prayer for those people
But sometimes matter just breaks apart
Before its time
I have heart so does my Dad
He knows that death is just a transition
Maybe the body of the dying makes a decision
To come back and learn more as somebody else?
My fathers never given me an answer.
But I hold his secret and mine
and one day it’ll be my time.
They bury you under original sin
Animal instincts desires
Man oh man you can’t win
You tire of your skin
Or is it the soul within?
Which yearns to be free
The key to life love
do we really know what it is?
The ones who really love you bang their heads on your brick wall
However the ones who walk tall are seldom wise
Does it come as any surprise?
God they say calls time at the end of your life
When you have been beaten by the Christian whip
Of self loathing
I don’t know about you but I’d say if God exists
He or she would be understanding if they walked in our shoes!