The girl with many faces do you want me?

They held me down in the hospital

I screamed your name I as the needle punctured my skin

sedated

All I wanted was love

but the angels don’t answer

they just sleep

even the demons weep

is the price too steep?

I broke into house just to talk to one of your many faces

When life is a bruised fruit

do you have the roots

like a tree to rescue me?

heaven is sunlights kiss

but I am in the dark

Our divine spark is pain.

Heart or Hope

Hope speaks

yet my heart feels

tears flow down my cheek

at least I am real

Hope or heart

to feel the pain

Or to look for the sunshine in the rain

Faking smiles

In rooftop terraces

the Ferris wheel of life

let me go off to murder my strife

A vacation for frustration

My heart is black hole

longing and empty, wilful and bold

Hope is bird singing in a distant cage

a heart is strange thing to age

with my ageing heart

I give you my wisdom and advice

but you won’t see the payment I made

the cut and paste words that shade

and shadow this page

the one I didn’t say which are hidden

But pave the way

Heart or hope

I cope and live for brighter days

when sunlight pours onto this desperate stage.

Movement

To continue we go

to continue to know

we must blow

the air to breathe

to believe

depression holding us back

the semi colon

but we thirst to move track

like trains on the railway

we must make our own way

forever in transit

and transformation

there are never enough homes

or railway stations

never enough elation

clever metaphors steal admiration

I love all the movement the sensations.

We are slaves or wolves without teeth

They have enslaved us

We may curse and we may cuss
distrust our leaders
we must not bite the hand that feeds us
but our hands bleed
we are wolves without teeth
belief, in brighter days
made us slaves
the light which is ours anyway
Austerity just another sickness
of the state
Gives rise to division and hate
we are all to busy fighting for existence
to seek a better system
or resist them
So the rich get richer
and the poor live by the wire
from Theresa May to Boris Johnson you are all liars
We don’t believe in socialism or looking after the defenceless
It’s tribalism that’s too expensive
we need to move from leaders to people
to save our planet
but damn it
we are too busy infighting
So what do we do
move to other throw
or make the system work
It’s in your hands the future is work
that pays off
and doesn’t enslave
and that saves the environment and Gaia
do we want to end in nuclear fire
ruled by psychopathic liars.

Destroy your roots

Destroy your roots

I am drug that turns on you

that burns you away

as you burn it away.

I am the family you never had

no father.

Just your mother on another planet

she made her career her aim

the lessons in school teaching just blame

I am the church of vampires

who feed off of religion

and superstition

they teach guilt

to the hilt of sword

they wilt words

of love that were meant

and taint the truth

that was heaven sent

I am the college you tried

your peers pried

into your life like gossip

now you try to fit in

but they’ve already written

your story

So beat your roots

stand tall

life maybe governed by walls

but we can still climb over

luck is not just governed by four leafed clovers

to be the change you want see

you have to change your view

set your sights on what you want

if can’t change the words

change the font

at least make your life pretty

all rewrite your story

Be the path out of the ordinary.

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

monkeys cannot climb

they cannot agree

On a way to ascend

your angry spine.

Their branches are a conundrum a solution

cannot be found

the monkeys all make a squawking kind of sound.

The monkeys have a headache they cannot solve

we have to wait for our ideas to evolve

before they can climb this tree.

But you are a walking talking puzzle

we don’t need, our brain is no muscle

but it needs a workout from time to time

patterns form rhymes

across the pages to spine

of the book.

But monkeys cannot read and humans won’t look

where you cast aspersions we mistook

for common sense

we can’t give you up for lent

monkey puzzle tree are misspent

like our youth

can monkeys really not climb these trees?

do we even care the truth bleeds

like monkey’s well worn hands

does anyone really understand?

King of nothing part 2

I am the king of nothing

I have the arrow of time

embedded in my chest

a song, a beating that cannot rest

I was a wild child

before life tamed me

I used to fight wars in my head

I still do

but love’s cogs and mechanism

are as lost as I am to you

I live, the universe lives in me

but I am royalty severed

I mind that cannot be tethered

only to her

No gold no frankincense no myrrh

I am man unpicked undone

I stand alone

but I serve her

and her throne.

The labyrinth of our life

There is kindness here if you can keep it in mind

there is sadness, remorse and discourse

that signals just how much I love you

However I walk in daylight and the rain

and it falls us both no ones to blame

in this labyrinth we have created

love blossoms in your absence

and yet you are with me in the movements of the trees

which seem to be watching me

and the leaves dance to your voice

or am I deluded I have no choice

but to believe.

The story we have weaved

like the rope that we marks our way

you are the light to my day

in the river your tears fall

I die in the labyrinth

calling your name on the wind

Hoping that you will hear it someday

my body decays

but memory stays

in your third eye

can love resurrect? Can it comply?

what was love but hope of your stay

in my heart forever you are with me I pray

for your speech echos in my head

this body but bone skin and sinew

I am lost in my monologue

I end where you begin I begin where you end

the last message I will ever send.

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet