Strange child blues

I used to talk to god in the dark wilds of my grans cupboard under the stairs

I used to walk around the playground looking for friends just getting blank glares

I used to think god was a man but it’s probably a goddess I was looking for

I used to think I had the key to heavens door,

I broke into her house looking to talk some more

I used to want to be last messenger of god but the girl with many faces needs someone else

I have walked through the white corridors of mental asylums

I have been a child trying to find her

She left me clues

this is the haunted man once a strange child blues.

Every wise man sings the blues

This is the life my habits choose

love might be be a losing game

but don’t fear the bruise.

there may be choice

where you hear your own voice

and know for certainty

your own adversity

and grow towards the light like a plant

learn that music flows through you like a dance

There maybe suffering here

Every wise man may sing the blues

but at least he knows he’s yesterday’s news

and our children’s children are the future we have to protect

Mother Earth has to be given love and respect

in the eyes of every living creature

is that love we hide

But it’s as constant as the seas tide

flowing back and forth

As we stride searching for the answers

which have been in us since the start

eyes of wonder

and big hearts.

Who is Daniel Hooks?

Existential views
Church bell blues
Christian old news
Messiah complex
Respectful specs
Saviour syndrome old tech
Love in heart of the wild
A sky cannot be outsourced or out styled
It has millions of vistas and views
I will never be old news
We are the sky
We will never die
Or sink into religious why’s
Who is Daniel Hooks?
Neither a robber or a crook
Just a man who looks
Into the depths
like the mind who crept into a unfinished novel
I keep your secrets in my hovel.