Who gave you the glints in your eyes
the tints of blue skies
without clouds
the angels couldn’t shroud your beautiful soul
I often take strolls
but doll your soul is gold
I am often left with fire when I reminisce
we never kissed
I made a promise like a watcher in the dark
your smile lights my way like a spark.
If humanity stood for kindness
not for the awful blindness of thinking they were better
if love entered our hearts and we wrote love letters to the earth
in the form of actions and weren’t distracted
and cursed.
then I wouldn’t be a Poet against humanity
I wouldn’t ask questions about our collective sanity
I’d only ask for love and peace
for life is unfair but we are beasts.
If we evolve into beings of light
then we must ask ourselves to fight
for to preserve justice
for that is humanities only hope.
The God detective
Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.
I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?
Art by Zoe Zass
All that remains
is the pain of knowing…
There’s magic in your skin
I want to hold you
my cold, bold heart wants to grasp
your hand
make you understand.
We are possessed by a spirit and it’s yours
for there is no cure for love
except drowning in it.
I ate an apple it reminded me of the sinners tale
but love in a garden cannot fail
if talk and walk again together
I know that the illusion of separation can be severed.
I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ
but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule
I wish I my eyes were blue skies
I wish I set women’s hearts on fire
All I have are words
poetry
may trickle from my tongue like a tap
but I am not a male version of a honey trap
I may in some ways be wise
but people may want to keep their eyes closed
but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.
This dreaming is dark
But I won’t lose my spark
sanity is a perspective
I don’t stand for the collective
the curtains I sit behind are walls
the fractured voice of someone I love calls
and tells me she hates and berates me
in the darkness of my mind
her unkindness
blinds me.
Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair
will it ever be repaired?
The stigma attached to me lies
the fire in my heart won’t die
and maybe I enlightened or frightened
of this form
since I was a daydreamer, after I was born
the storm of intrusive thoughts
the delusions in which I am caught
and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too
you just aren’t boogie man blue
You think we are different
I am just medicated and irreverent
to this constructed reality
which you think is concrete
but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,
Fighting with myself
Broken limbs
cracked sin
ripped out heart
my brains strewn across the pavement
I refuse enslavement
I maybe depraved
I am a mad messiah
I graffiti my messages
On your Facebook wall
stand tall
because I won’t be a bore
Love is the law
A statement from my heart and jaw
Which Daniel will you choose
I am the punch and bruise.
Alone in all this
is a devil’s deathly kiss
the silence is terrible
this isn’t bliss
it’s the opposite.
The composition
of terrible dreams,
yearning for vaccines
and cures
longing to be with her.
But knowing silence won’t speak
and won’t brush the tears of my cheek
my only way out round my Dads
But we are all sad
separation
saps us and our frustration
talks in to us in the dark
and nightmares come to claim our spark
the uncertainty makes its mark
and the only joy I can gain
Is giving Christmas presents in my pain
to children I hope I will make feel better
and the light of their smiles will free me
and will feed more than Christmas food.
Those who shout the loudest get heard
Their over inflated words
Squawking like birds
While the wise doubt themselves
books unwritten not sold on shop shelves
I once said that life was made up critics,
Well wishers and such
Life is becoming too much
Your golden platitudes no ones crutch
I cannot eat your words
Drink your well wished prayers
I only appreciate actions
they are my only distraction…