I stand with the misfits

I stand with the misfits 

All the ones from broken homes

the ones who are single and left alone

the ones deemed special

and yet not treated as treasure 

I stand with the poets and artists observers of life

Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners 

I am disheartened 

But I will stand with those that give and never receive 

those who believe 

that giving their hearts and time is important 

and worth their reason and rhyme 

and weight of time

there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing 

I like to believe 

May they find their Elysium fields 

where they will be met 

without any painful regrets 

Family tree

You were born from a tree

Family,

Branches dances

Haunted by love

bearing fruit 

with roots 

in the darkness of the ground

We’ve waited for the leaves to grow 

from sapling relationships 

to the rain that drips 

onto your trunk

I am my grandads whistling tunes

My grandmas stitches and knitted fate 

My uncles smile

my aunts stern determination 

my own righteous indignation 

and individuality

Those contrasts sought through things that our missing

two lovers kissing 

married through the rings of time kept with the trunk of the family tree

from the care sown

all saplings are grown 

And given light if we talk through our roots 

and fungal connections and collective consciousness 

we are all

everywhere everything at once!

In the beginning there was Mind

In the beginning 

There’s was mind

then there were thoughts

written in time

We were twin flames 

I was your first word 

you are my soul 

I come from you

as we all do 

Soul spirit and happenings

became time

you Alice Sophia holiest of spirits

are my reason and rhyme

thoughts and souls entwined 

We are one torn in two

I love you more than you think I do

I want to take you home

where we can roam free

But the fire waits for you and me

One last test to be free…

Darkness turning into light

Darkness turning into light

my fright turning into fight

all sadness I restrained

turned into love

my eyes focused on her

my picture on the wall

a flower opening her petals like wings 

begins to make me sing 

I know my true foes are triumph and disaster 

both are foolish things to master

I am time 

the fading 

into blades of grass

then emerging into the everlasting 

I am cast into the fiery furnaces of hell

tempered by water the river banks swell 

the steel of sword that comes out my mouth

Will protect the people I love

but sometimes will fly away like doves

and the bullets fired 

Will miss

and we will kiss them away

with words that heal

and reveal

hidden truths

like super sleuths

and detectives

that are respected.

This life

This life chaotic 

hypnotic 

energy rushes 

gushes all around me

A sea of endless particles of pain 

I look for the sunshine within the rain

the rainbows light

all fight leaves me

but I won’t give into its spite

the hate breathes

makes you believe 

In humanities downfall

It’s a tall order

living this life in the borders of strife 

where there’s no passport to any heaven 

or any country in that region 

the engine

the cogs of the machine

have us enslaved

even lucifer when he stood up to god

was thrown down and fell

into hell.

This life is pernicious cruel and harsh

most kindness is given by hard graft

and the silence is sometimes the only thing 

that makes us less daft 

for in speaking harsh words are sprayed 

like bullets across the page

or in our ears 

giving us fear and tears 

that scar our sanity 

in this reality 

where we study someone’s psyche 

but not its creator the hater who crafted their malice and spite

and if we don’t realise that they in turn were also formed from people who didn’t always give a fuck 

and told them their so called inner truth

Just to toughen them up,

and yet they didn’t water them with love

or feed them with grace

they deliberately chastised their minds

with words that were unkind

just to make them their clones

the worker unquestioning drones 

You shouldn’t base your life

on the ideals and ideas 

of people who gave way to fears 

and insecurities

give your life to making yourself you

a loving kind person a shining beacon a colourful hue.

You are significant

Never forget your significance

in this world that will try to humble you

if it can,

to just being a woman or a man

you were born from stars

woven into your skin

you mind creates within

a membrane of tissue

of bone and brain

of lightning conductive atoms

love and that is where hope begins and never ends

I am you and you are me the message I try to send.

We are the universe

from heathens of no faith

to spiritual walkers and talkers

Of revolution and not of the safe

sages and fools

but each with the tools to light flames

and never be tamed

don’t let the fire wane

or burn out

don’t give way to doubt

we are god

hidden forces might try to hold us back

but we are the crack of light

in the shadows

forcing its way through

fear can’t hold us back

love is a brighter coloured hue.

The cure to the disease

The cure to the disease

Sparkling and wondrous

the cure to the disease

Experiencing unease

take these pills

tiny white capsules

that won’t make you ill

distilled love

wonder from above

the cure like forest bathing.

misbehaving

often the cure is the disease of a life

lived without regrets

all targets missed and not met

But to try

is to live and not die

a love fragile

but agile enough to succeed

to bleed is to be alive

To breathe is to thrive

the madness the sickness

is to expect no pain

no sadness in the rain

sunshine that burns the skin

balance is boring

whatever gets you through

is the life you choose to do

Politricks divide us all poem

Right left we bleed the same

can we forgive

live

better lives

Cancel culture the cancer of the left

Bitter resentment fills out our hearts

no love either side

thought police divide us all

right authority with no escape

raid the poor

but the poor hate the rich for having more

is there an answer

or only more hate.

Schizophrenia awareness day Poem

Schizophrenia and the caveman

I dreamt of telling stories

forged in magic and music.

I heard voices of gods

angels and demons

In the flickering flames

that kept me warm.

It was part of my evolution

but sometimes

did wisdom is seen as mental illness

Nowadays I am known as a schizophrenic

I was a caveman with a shamans knowledge

Now they say I am something to be feared

When I was just reaching out

to understand.