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.
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Ugly
I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ
but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule
I wish I my eyes were blue skies
I wish I set women’s hearts on fire
All I have are words
poetry
may trickle from my tongue like a tap
but I am not a male version of a honey trap
I may in some ways be wise
but people may want to keep their eyes closed
but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.
I have loved you across lifetimes
Burning bright and resilient
burning and brilliant
I love yous unsaid
I held the key to heaven
in my right hand
it was to the back door
I broke into her house to tell her I loved her
I knew her across life times
I am in conversation with the goddess
now I am in distress
I love her nevertheless
she said she’d read all my poems
she speaks to me in my head
and tells me she hates me
but in songs she tells me she loves me sometimes
Sophia I hope you find your wisdom
and the key I threw away
I loved you across life times
did you know?
I just want to go home
Without you I am bird with broken wings
I cannot sing
My little Empire
My dreams,my schemes,my silence, my words
scattered about
My legacy doesn’t speak doubt
You will see gold glinting in the corner of your eye
diamond tears wept
that kept you alive
because you drank from their cup
I am
You
You
are
me
This life is better
this life is enough
when you acknowledge we all have empires
we are enough…
Self isolation sleeping beauty
Sleeping on a bed
waiting for the world to stop it’s lockdown
you are a vision of beauty
waiting for this pandemic pandemonium to cease
you didn’t eat a poisoned apple
you just sleep,
waiting for the apocalypse
or a prince’s lips to kiss
oxygen is hard to come by
and we can’t let you go
you sleep, waiting for the virus to stop
we give you a shot
of antibiotics.
The nurses and doctors know
that you a few days left to show
whether you’ll recover
your life and find a lover.
But this life is cruel and unfair
we love you
but you look back at us with a blank stare…
Mum
Your kind words guide me, your gentle hands wipe away my tears
you fight fiercely to protect me from all my fears
You are my mother the one who brought me into the world
No one can break the bond we have
Even through the bittersweet memories
and the many roles you fulfil
you looked after me through the many times I was ill
and I am a reflection of all the love you have shown
You were my only friend in times when I was alone
You encouraged me when I felt like breaking
you took me places to see the world and you made me awaken
You still tell stories and give me words to tell
Mum in my heart you will always have a space to dwell
You lighten the weight on my shoulders
You make me feel as if I can take on anything now I am older
Mum you are the one who has time for me even when life is cluttered full
you gave my life more joy than I can ever appreciate still.
Centrefold
Are you as warm and inviting as your picture?
your eyes inciting, emotion
yet a photo is cold to touch
as offers so little, not as much
as a warm hand
and a offer to understand.
You demand attention
with your style and made up grace
But i long to touch a real face
and place my lips on hers
but am not sure
that you’d like me if we met
chances are you and I would regret
see life and love are built on tender moments of time
spent drifting into conversation
not living in frustration
of meeting a lingerie clad model
life is not that kind of movie
But feel free to prove me wrong
with a character to match those looks
maybe I should just keep my head in my books
what could I offer you
but my dreams and poetry all the while
after all I struggle for style and grace
and where your face is pretty
I am ugly and with a worn out smile.
Beautiful in a different way
The night bathes the moon
in the gloom only the white of the moon shows
save the distant stars
I am gazing
at the moon
wondering whether it knows
about the sun
The one it reflects
and yet is hidden
I sometimes think
that I am the night to your day
but heaven is humility or so they say
but the moon when full
is beautiful in a different way.
A mother to her child
They took your innocence
and they left you with a hole
they made a pretence
and then took your soul
you were made to bear children
they made it your occupation
they made you want to be beautiful
attractive to the eye
they made you need a man who could protect you
but he controls you and makes you cry
this is not a verse which lies
make sure you keep your wisdom
make sure your beauty is kept in your souls secret garden
if there ever is frost in your heart make sure it doesn’t harden
make sure you pass on life’s truth to your children
it isn’t fair but your children control the future within their lives
A piece of you is in them woman don’t let it hide.
Cut flowers
I have no roots
my beauty isn’t even soil deep
I lie in the water of tears I have wept
kept until I die a rotten death
you shouldn’t have cut me from my home
broken stems all alone
this is me dead
all the colours of garden lost in my head.