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.
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Karma chameleon kid
Through the reds and blues
and all the different hues
do you stay true to yourself?
you spoke to me goddess with songs
what could go wrong?
I have many names
all of them insane
I tried to hide my calling
but I am forever falling
I am the shadow and the star
I love the way you feel from afar
muse these are the words I choose
I had the key to heaven I threw it away
sometimes you have to be what you seek
I have been watching your digital dreams
I know you possess this mind
I know you are unkind
but most people who know my real name
don’t want to admit that all the same.
Heaven is heartache
Heaven is heart ache
just beating in my chest
At least it’s still there
It gives me no rest.
I turned down a goddess in her underwear
just so I could play saviour
all my dreams made of paper
nightmares paper cuts
doomed to hear the words of sluts
Starving just to lap up leftovers up
I dream of being a hero
but I am fascinated by the villainess
the heroine is too much of a drug
I slug it out with my mind but depression is a thug
dominating my ever move
I love to dance but my song isn’t my groove
Atlas
It tares apart like paper
born from a saviour’s verse
The devil doesn’t mind, she makes it worse
I collect the curses
I recycle them like newspaper
rhetorical rhymes
in my life of grime.
I shine like the steeple of church
but I’d rather be the birch the trunk of a tree
for this a goddess induced reality
Wisdom causing minds full of incoherent clarity
I lose my faith wandering in garden labyrinths
the chances are we won’t find the goddess or her nymphs
or there chalices in the angles or angel absinthe
that we drink or think outside our boxes
so neat we feel no feeling in our defeat
yet we drink it all down
like sad pathetic clowns
in the pubs wearing our overalls and scrubbing away.
Polishing our lamps just to find genies or djinn
in our lives that our extraordinary and full of sin
yet we all fall beneath the skin
the earth full of mud and shit
the page half written is full of it
yet it feeds us and bears fruit
forms the roots of all we cultivate
for man is no man unless he has a little hate
and enough love to permeate
his sad heart
beating in tune to the bleeding womb
he wants to enter
another grand venture
trying to give his child
the wisdom of being wild
and free while they try to chain his children
with the care they placed on his shoulders
I love you Atlas don’t get tired
Or older the love that beats in your soul
don’t let the fire get colder…
I realised my truth
Sitting in the darkness of my nan’s cupboard under the stairs talking to god
an odd little boy
Who wanted his dreams to matter
Who wanted them to be true
I needed love but I need my beliefs to be real too.
my life’s foundations aren’t love as they ought to be
but wanting to have a special relationship with the creating force or spiritual entity
or maybe to be special or chosen myself
I am the monster who daydreamed blue skies
but when the light in my eyes dies
who will I be?
the man with tears in his eyes for all he let go
the man with tears in his eyes because he never got to let his heart show
someone that they mattered above all
my heart was always a shield or a wall.,,
Your skin is like a sweet wrapper
Glowing golden
Shiny packet
you are a devilish racket
I love your curves
how your body swerves
with angles
I love your words your advertising
you are my angel
my demon
I am possessed by my possession
your body is a sweet wrapper
I love you
Sticky and gooey
Your soul and mine
entwined.
Waiting for the girl in the fire
I have tried to keep my promises
I have tried to keep my vows
I have tried to keep my actions
I have tried to keep my course locked on you
I have held your voice in my head
when will it be my turn to save you instead
you the woman in the flames
on a throne of white light
I am desperate to fight
for the right to hold you in my arms
When will we speak with tongues unguarded
by the rules they have written
we all mean something to one another
Sisters and brothers
you are the word of love in my mouth
the song in my heart
you are the mornings light
the birds dancing mid flight
You told me you’d need me in the future
The flames descend from the sky
I am you and you are me
Yin and yang’s everlasting embrace
I know our soul cannot just die.
The writer
The clatter of screams
as vulnerable as a photo in time of the ill
looking inward to madness for the pill
looking for scape goats
to coat our sadness in grief
the way out temperature of relief
we are the haunted hungry ghosts
from an island mentality
caught in avarice like animality
the bleeding hearts couldn’t hold back their pack instincts
the writer keeps his thoughts succinct
but the light is where we are all linked
Hope must shine a light to scare the darkness away
we need the goddess to shine her rays
Wisdom is in the creation myth
but lies can’t paint the truth
the artist doesn’t need proof
the scientist his heart speaks louder than the rhythm in his chest
The door way answers the key with a rest.
Tether
A tether
not made of leather
binds us together
electric second sight
an angel wings sings of flight
you have a halo you can’t see
though it burns in my eyes
I spy, it weighs you down
but it makes you beautiful it’s your crown
dutifully fighting for what’s right
Our minds collide and I see into void
between us
but it’s our souls entwined
yours and mine
That make bells chime
stars align
signs I swallow
but I will follow your words Sophia
Goddess of wisdom
light of the soul
you understand my darkness
and my light
I see your face inside my mind.
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.