I am not an octopus
I am a poet who bleeds ink
I sink, words tattoo the page
blood and scars
look at the way
my love is tar
thick like blue ichor
of the gods
I love you like anxiety from afar
butterflies and broken tickers
hearts on fire
with the oil of desire.
Suicide an shiny empty packet
War on the poor and disabled the governments criminal racket
What we leave behind only pollution
Only distortion
Only a walking abortion
Change your ways and your fate
Don’t give way to hate
Stand firm
We are not worms food
Don’t regret your life in any form
You were given a life from when you were born
Not empty
Or tragic
Give birth to magic
In this pen tangle
Create an angel
Out of the ashes
Of heart shaped gashes
Love is the twin sister of hate
and the dark is to light
Learn to master the fight
and hate inaction
Be the master of action
Leave the page full of words
and the sky full of birds
Which nest in the tree
We have grown
Don’t die alone…
You cannot find a vending machine for love
you cannot pretend it’s real love
My heart is on fire
is it a liar?
is all love is smoke and mirrors
if so can I forgive her
I check my change
you are everything I desire
my hearts ablaze
but is this only a phase?
love maybe a chase
but not a vending machine case
I haven’t the money to give
to choose the love I need to live
you are a beautiful woman
but I will never have you or own your soul
at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control
I can put my money into the machine
but I will never be your dream.
Revelation revealed
Consumers consumed
magic made
steal the stolen
released pollen
bees miss behave
in my mind a wave
In the sea
seeing beyond my eyes
feeling the blue skies
and stars twinkle
the wrinkle on my hand
means I think too much
but it’s eternity I touch…
There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man
You are darkness
but there are stars shining in that darkness
the night gives the stars room to shine
and heaven is a heart that mines
all the diamonds in the sky
for us when we die
you cannot have the light without the dark
you cannot have light without a spark
which illuminates the dense darkness of night
we gravitate towards the light
we need it’s warmth like a beacon
otherwise we weaken
but the dark is place of growth also
and we grow in the dark towards the light.
love Andover poem of the day false hope?
Poem and commentary around the idea of hope formed from a short poem I wrote about a bird singing while being trapped in hell.
The mask
I hide behind layers of onion like skin
You can’t see my soul, what is within?
I am a fragment of the universe
You will never realise my true worth
All the words I mean to say and have said
the pages I have written the poet bleeds,ink I have bled
read the words I have written
Explore the meaning and be smitten
Look within the cage of my soul
Lightening strikes but my inspiration is out of control
The artist in me yearns for grandeur
I want you to see my muse and understand her
Wisdom and strength through love.
The push and shove
of life gets in the way
But I define the path from which I don’t stray.