Tag Archives: hope
Helicopter lover
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
But that was in those golden days
now I am like a stray
like dog on heat about to have the snip
I want to take a dip in your seas
Babe please
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
I don’t know what to do I love you
but I am lost
look at what love costs
a day a week or a year
I look back to those golden times
diamond hard like my rhymes
Look you probably don’t even remember
me from January to December
you’ve moved on
but how can I be so wrong
to love you…
Jesus I am alone
The heartaches when I am in my home
pretending people are with me
my heart is a icy block a sullen stone
Sometimes in solitudes den
I pretend that I am free when
I am on my own
I am just recovering from life’s traumas
Sometimes I pretend I am jesus in a tomb
in my living room
waiting to roll away the stone
and be free with people who love me
but often people talk over my ideas
and conversation
I know I am alone
but with the voice in my head I never truly am
life is painful but I know I am!
alive and fighting wrestling with life’s gaping questions
and although people won’t agree with me
I am the marks the footprints I have left
I am the ideas that crept into your head from a poem I wrote years ago
my life is art
and it drives my heart
but like paper sometimes I am lost in the bin
of life
sometimes in mundane drudgery we find that life is unkind
but it’s the only one I have…
Man Kind?
Man kind?
I have a hard exterior
I feel inferior
I have never heard of unconditional love
conditions have always existed
behave
be good
do what you should.
If only I could
be the person you’d love all the time
and my thoughts were no crime
I am a man
I maybe kind
but suffering is why
because I know I cry
behind the mask
and tasks
are hard if you don’t why you’re different
and love is the only answer but it’s frightening
because it won’t be offered if your strange or different
and this is evident
from what I have experienced.
so I look to myself
for my own mental health
and kindness
to be a loving friend to myself…
Politricks divide us all poem
Right left we bleed the same
can we forgive
live
better lives
Cancel culture the cancer of the left
Bitter resentment fills out our hearts
no love either side
thought police divide us all
right authority with no escape
raid the poor
but the poor hate the rich for having more
is there an answer
or only more hate.
When it takes a mad man to see the truth (spoken word)
We all fight to be kind
to have love and life
interchangeable in our minds
don’t live off of anyone
or become a vampire
that feeds on blood, flesh and tears
I loved you throughout the years
We are the universe
we are god
from children of inner sense
to wisdoms pre-tense
we live our lives wild and free
untamed by the flames of reality
which course and flow
like watery waves
We all have light waves running through us
Our consciousness cannot die
even of our last sigh.
Alienated Alone friendless in the friendzone
Unexpected artwork
The way the sunlight causes shadows through the leaves.
The movements of trees on the breeze
sycamore seeds twirl in pirouettes
as they helicopter to the ground.
Hag stones form
magic is born
from impermanence
decaying ghosts of leaves
erosion flowing free
the changing of the seasons
the reasons of life and death.
Unexpected artwork of nature
forming then fracturing and breaking.
The caricature of a feather floating free
in the minds artwork free
as a bird in rapture
captured in a photo in my minds eye.
The woman with many faces
In the darkness and light of a daydream from a distant heaven. The woman with many faces but one soul. I have looked at legends and myths. She is a gift. To live many lives and still remember some of them is her curse.
I remember she woke my kaleidoscopic mind like in the song porcelain by Moby. A conversation between the two of us. Her timelines spread across mine. Her heart and soul a beacon for mine.
Giving me a reason for life and seeing beyond the illusion of separation. She has been living all the lives I see through the collective unconscious the Holy Spirit is a girl a woman a mother a sister a friend a lover and so much more. Life would be a mistake without her music. She speaks through the crowd words of wisdom that guide me.
I have been labelled schizophrenic but I can see her spirit in all things. The way the wind moves the trees leaves she is one who guides us all. Oneness is what I have found I am her protector I love her darkness her light some may say I have lost my mind. And all the unkind things but those people are blind.
In this aching
In this aching
waking dream we live in
I love you is hardest thing to mean
I wait,
but waiting has no solace
my heart I polish for you
but will the stains wash out?
I won’t doubt you are worth it.
Reaching me through the void
and shadows
I cried out to you when they held me down
In the A and E ward I told them who you were
But like big cats don’t always purr
you are something to be worshipped
glorified and feared
If perfect love has no fear
it is love that has been realised
and actualised
I wait in the shadows
dancing in the dark
love is the flames not just the spark
to light my way…