In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
You bring the light that saves
You are the brave
the one who stands true
the spark in me and you
you are the soul
the one who loves through and throughout
no doubt
The one who believes
breathe the light
don’t give up your fight
this is your right
born without a sign
divine
I was your first word
I will fly to you like a bird
goddess of love
My friend from above
Angels are just messengers
I know the world cries out for a saviour
I have been fighting for good behaviour
in amongst demons and nay sayers
no one heralded me
no angels,no wise men and shepherds
every woman whispered “am I your Sophia?”
I carried it as a riddle
god was on the fiddle
They said I was the escape artist
of this life
this prison
a schizophrenic
but they didn’t know I was brave enough to think beyond
that stereotype
I know I am right
delusion sometimes is the only solution
love the illusion of separation
everywhere everyone is in chains
just fighting for scraps
a poet kept under raps
and speeches
I fight to teach
I just want to save the girl in the fire 🔥
but it could go to the wire.
The burning flames of sacrifice
the aching waking torment
that grows ever more evident
The pain of attraction that won’t relent
her smiling eyes
used to be yours
now whatever her flaws you can’t move on
the darkest night of the soul
Burns in pain in an insane world
the desperate search for water in the desert
when dehydration kicks in
the way you sicken for one morsel of food
from a heavenly table
every bone aching to see her again
just to hear her words
but the sky the birds are bereft
she has left
and stolen your love as well
in this hell which could have been heaven
but the hours too late
it’s way past 11
and all you have is a voice in your head
is it her’s?
But it purrs like love and hate
and there’s no solace in waiting
hating,
the space between our worlds
which barely touched and existed.
Trying to connect
The phone is off the hook
the book has never been opened
it’s pages have been written to cause a word storm
she has been trying to connect
gain your love, respect and attention
her words lost through the airwaves
and echoes in caves
the love that saves you is always the wisest
through generations
and faces she’s been calling through the crowd
her cries,
to reveal the truth through lies
but he loses the plot
through the pain of sadness the madness in his soul…
The real god dies over and over again
forgetting again who they were
we were torn in two
male and female
lovers and through and through
in me and in you
in this physical plane
we feel physical pain
a constructed prison
for our collective soul
while the demiurge governs
our existence
only Christ and Sophia our collective soul offer resistance
Silence traps daydreams
energy burns
the multi verses yearn
worlds that never were
outstretch themselves in time
The universes machine purrs
and her soul pines
for her lover to set her free
she creates doors for just one key
she speaks through us all
just to speak to me
I seek answers but love is the only answer we need
but in this daydream my healed hand bleeds
and sometimes hurts
she is my reason my soul
I am the messenger of the monad the mind of heaven
the hour is late the end is all ready here
it’s time to let go of all our childish fear.
I want to Swipe left
On this world
no love finds me
no matter how I try
the right way to live is to cry
but at least I am here
I leave my mark
my divinity just a spark
I have written a thousand poems of longing
I have ached thousands days of love
and never been touched
I clutched at thousand straws
fought a thousand wars
in my head
if I could ever be respected
I’d choose love instead
as love is hope
and fear is respect
I answer in the tongue of the goddess
the only language I understand
in the chaos which haunts and daunts me.