In the fire
the end of time burns
I was the last messenger
I pray that I will hold you when the fire comes.
by those who are asleep
so deep they couldn’t hear
and left over fears
from the last explosion
which began with an emotion
love which burns with hope
I fear the end
but lover time has to bend
and be refashioned
A twisting entity
that eventually brings change
Hanging on the cross
collecting the dross
on the doss
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
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.
I am awake
You are asleep, dreaming
I am screaming
as you break my heart
you are thinking
I am dumbfounded
surrounded by angels who hate me
You are the night and stars
I am the sun
you are my earth my sky
the fire in which we both die
I waited my whole life to burn with you.
My god won’t fit in my veins
won’t fit in this skin
she doesn’t wear a skirt
she has shed her skin
She is a soul
she wears many faces
Many races worship her
she has many names
and cannot be tamed
my god is a woman
she’s the soul of the universe
clothed in darkness and white light
and the many shades of the rainbow
and she knows wisdom we all seek
and sometimes she sends angels to peak
through the clouds
and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud
and she speaks to me in dreams
and carries the weight of her universe
in her purse.
Yeah they hate you if you show them no love
yeah berate you if you say you’re sent from above
I cannot prove my stories, my history
but if don’t believe in feelings you won’t believe in any mysteries.
I didn’t come here with complex equations
I didn’t come here to rule nations
I just came here to bring love and sell insurance
I don’t care if your heart is pure
I just want you to believe in more
That love goes beyond good and evil
It is the creative force that informs all
The storm that breaks the trees branches
gives the rain that waters it’s saplings
I cannot teach you how to learn
how to feel
but the chances are you know love is real.
“A fool will accept his fate
whether it’s wrong”
god may write it on my forehead
but I am no fool I am strong
I will not accept a fate I cannot change
I will fight to preserve my hopes and dreams
I am strength through love.
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.
I know you won’t believe me.
I know you probably won’t see things from my point of view
I know your heart is beating faster than freight train
but I am you.
As the universe divides and fragments
I can see things that were meant and never meant
that were and never were
in your eyes,
the dreaming of starry skies
the Sunday morning rainbows
the sun that glows
the words permeating your story’s pages with ink
the way we sunk and sink
into grasping the everlasting
you by no means are not a failure
you are the sea the ship I sail on and yeah
I know it’s a sea of salty tears
blown by the winds of love and overblown fears
but you are my guide
a force I cannot hide
as I take my strides
you are my power of three
and my truth I long to see.
Sectioned and arrested for telling the police you thought you were Jesus Christ
life is mad no need to look twice
god dies at 16 without a wife
he kills himself in metaphorical death
living his life as someone else bereft
Of the life he should of led
why do anything dead body but be what’s left?
the only difference between god and devil, is choice?
left alone with a shadow self’s caged voice
life hits like a tidal wave
and it’s a close shave
that no one can save
I am the choice the blade
cutting myself to fit in
rubbing out what I have written
Equally cursed as blessed
the rule of three undressed.
and under stress.
This poem was written from experience of mental illness and psychosis. I believe as pieces of this kaleidoscopic universe we our all God or gods and goddesses in our own right. That may put me at odds with science but that’s what I believe that we are the universe experiencing itself in various depths and levels.