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…

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.