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.
Tag Archives: heaven
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
Hallucinations
Hallucinations in my mind
carelessly unkind
stories in time
lies told
the truth smeared like ink
the pen tangled with delusions
confusing skin
I close my mind you enter in
the night howls
I cower
hour by hour
will the sky fall
I dream for us all
or it seems that way
I hallucinate a story
I cannot tell
my own personal hell
and yet heaven resides in there as well.
You believe heaven’s a heart beat away
Oh you believe heaven is a heart beat away
It floats away like a summers day
all entrances fade to grey
all your dreams turn to night
you gave away all your sadness it turned to madness and fright
bleeding affray, in moons sight
wolves are wolves
but even they bask under the moons glow
you believe your dreams aren’t hollow
but how many lives must you lead
to know heaven is here it’s every story told
you play a character, you are freedoms child.
Do you think they will ever care?
Do you think they will ever care?
the rich and powerful and the big banks
own us with their guns and tanks
will they care when we are gone?
they siphon our money through a straw
Just so they can get richer through the profits of war
on everyone including the poor and disabled
the immigrants and working class able
We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country
full of those who would spout forth
I speak of my discourse
but wasn’t it Jesus who said
that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle
as a rich person to go to heaven
the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven
Or is the doomsday clock wrong
we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong
In being poor
heaven can wait for our souls
we need to be cared for…
Photos of friends
Photos of friends
I no longer see
I wonder where they are now
and where their lives have led
in digital dreams I still see them
not in black and white but in colour
we will all end up being stored in the cloud
maybe heaven is a download away?
Dreamers disease
You never see my pain
behind the cold rain
I hide them all the same
A so called weirdo
I don’t choose to be schizophrenic
it’s God’s epidemic
when the cave man called to the divine
when he spoke to the trees
as gods when he believed
did you think the ones who didn’t believe
tormented him yes they probably did
but without looking outside our shell
we can’t see heaven or hell
and if you don’t look science as well.
The story will die with us
The story you’ve kept secret all these years
Dies with you
Caught on the tongue
Stung on your heart
Like a bee
I talk to myself
All I am left with a voice and story I can’t say
I pray I will meet you to talk to you in person
but our fears have worsened
You are a part of me that never goes away
It is our story that sticks in my throat
Like a bone
I am cold and alone
naked without the story we fashioned
Ashened and sack clothed
In my jaws of justice
I can’t say how I feel
I kneel at the gates of heaven
or hades
hoping that the trees will shade me
I talk to their branches and leaves
but does any one truly believe?
I was a messenger once
Cursed to talk of love
But never know
What it means
Even in my dreams
I cannot grasp a sense of success
if my story’s true
Then the colours of the rainbow belong to me and you
and I am your guardian.
Jesus says
I came back
you wouldn’t believe me
Receive me as gods messenger
I saw crucifixes
You left me there on that cross
Not listening to a word I said
Left me for dead
You thought I said the kingdom of heaven was within you
It was mistranslated you are the kingdom
and this could have been heaven
If you’d worked together
But instead you sever
the ties and die
reincarnated as yourself
In a different body
To all who have ears
and a mind which isn’t blind
We are the rainbow and white light
All colours every shade
arrayed in splendour
a flame is still a flame away from the fire
It still burns and the light yearns
to burn
We all burn for love.