There is a cat made of light
On my window
watch them sun glow
sometimes they wake me up in the morning
There’s sometimes a cat made of shadow
it hides from the rain
and my worrying mind’s brain
There is a cat made of stars
blinking and meowing
purring and scratching
latching onto the window with its claws
There is a white cat it’ll find me death
it’s name it’s Azrael
and when it’s on my shoulder
I will walk into the life beyond skin
and never get any older.
If we could read all the love letters
the poetry projected over the years
the ink would form the night
the words stars
the sun our intention to love
Would rise every time we wrote the words
the sky and birds
would scream we are alive
I would use the paper and poems we wrote
to drop from the sky
letters and prayers from us to god
to breach the void between us
The elation of creation
within our United Nations.
If only we could be lifted
gifted
a chance to love
I threw mine away
in the cold shadowy day.
I would of gave you grace
bled my out stretched arms
given up all my magic charms
for one night with you
I am a poet I feel things deeply
And yet I can’t imagine a world where we are together
your eyes of soft radiance glowing
all seeing all knowing
your smile lights my dreams
candle lit scenes
and forever I hear your voice
entangled in my head like my dreams.
Waking up on a cold brown leather sofa
Not knowing who I am
a man and women ask me how I am?
I ask them if they have any children?
they say no
then a child comes in from the voids light
it’s her birthday
she says I will never drive as knight rider plays on tv
then she asks for a sister and two appear
more birthday girls although one older and one younger
Years on I went to that house
a girl not the same one says something terrible happened here to you
because of you
I hear it in the whispers on the telephone
I see visions of the man being arrested
how did I get home?
memories fragmented
this waking dream won’t relent
I am prevented from seeing what happened
Hanging on the cross
collecting the dross
on the doss
the dole,
of having a soul
what are we but clay pots collecting water?
no we are more and always have been
the views we have seen
the rhythms from the heart
the frequencies of our words
the skies, the birds
the moaning of love making
cell division shaking
through separation
like salt dissolving in water
and yet we are sons and daughters
trying to identify with our identities
yet eventually returning to the soul we came from
our bodies returning to dust
but our soul remains
in the Everglades.
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
Dying to live
Living to die
uncomfortable eyes
Starry skies
highlight
our plight
our love
cast everywhere
like a blanket of night and stars
but we bear the scars
the wounds and fires
that make us who we are.
when you begin your journey,
start with hope
when you build your castle,
start with hope
when you plant your tree,
start with hope
though the night may draw in
and you may lose sometimes
and bruise your skin
remember that hope
and don’t cave in
when you’re at a disadvantage
like when I was born with blue feet with the chord wrapped around my neck
when people said I’d never amount to anything
because they respected my mental health diagnosis more than me
they didn’t see the hope inside my heart
start with hope
that’s the only way
to fight on in darkest of days.
In the midst of pain
lies love
that shields us
it sustains our hopes and dreams
it doesn’t silence sadness
but let’s us open up
we all drink from a cup of love
even if sometimes feels
like it’s a small fairy cup
we won’t give up our longing
for people and places
faces that smile warmth
even in the darkest of stories
love shines through
it gives us happiness sometimes
and gives us unwavering faith to keep going
the seed of our growth
bitterness and hatred
aren’t the abating of love
they are merely the twisted distortions
of love
and if we understood that
we would once again understand
that love can save us all just reach out your hand.
There are galaxies inside of me
waiting to be explored
there are stories to be told that leave you wanting more
that are religions in the chaos of my mind
but am I blind to all the possibilities
Fed by science’s facts
the love in my heart set on targets I will never reach
the knowledge I will never preach
the words I won’t speak
but I am the madness
the chaos the light the order the darkness
I am the shadow of a prophet a wizard’s fairy tale…