Memories and the hooks of the mind

The hooks of the mind

can be unkind

they get caught in the past

in happy go lucky memories cast

in fires of joy

or they get caught in the skin

of the unkind memories we keep deep within

sometimes I want to fish with those hooks

catch memories where I want to look

nostalgic daydreams

but the present is all we really have

when we realise that memories are trying for a land grab

the fish like memories we have stored

need a sea

but between you and me and I just want to be…

There’s a cat made of light on my window

There is a cat made of light

On my window

watch them sun glow

sometimes they wake me up in the morning

There’s sometimes a cat made of shadow

it hides from the rain

and my worrying mind’s brain

There is a cat made of stars

blinking and meowing

purring and scratching

latching onto the window with its claws

There is a white cat it’ll find me death

it’s name it’s Azrael

and when it’s on my shoulder

I will walk into the life beyond skin

and never get any older.

I believe in peaceful protest…

The fists in the street rise

in solidarity

just a symbol

but the beat down is quick and sick

blood spills down the street like cans of red paint

police on horses with their batons

create bruises and scar tissue patterns

are we scared to rise up against are so called masters?

or will it be a disaster

maybe our upper lips are too stiff

or the memes and distractions too much of a gift?

Spiralling costs

are we lost?

in profit driven madness companies gains

the stains of the poor are blood sweat and tears

is humanity only governed by their fears

Are we too afraid or too tough

to say enough is enough.

Paper bomb

If we could read all the love letters

the poetry projected over the years

the ink would form the night

the words stars

the sun our intention to love

Would rise every time we wrote the words

the sky and birds

would scream we are alive

I would use the paper and poems we wrote

to drop from the sky

letters and prayers from us to god

to breach the void between us

The elation of creation

within our United Nations.

A manual for being human

Exit womb

enter hospital room

feed of your mums breast

grow big and strong

play and learn

have an active imagination

listen to the voice that guides you

and makes the most sense

write your story present tense

find beauty in what you like to do

it’s that simple

Make your smile into dimples

don’t focus on looks

it’s your soul being tempered

by life’s fires

give it what it wants

you can change the narrative even if it’s the font

remember people love you even if life gets in the way

be a compassionate friend to yourself first

It’s all in your head

It’s all in your head

the schizophrenia

the uncertainty

behind the curtains of your mind

to be special,

to be magic is to be tragic

to be alone

than one of your drones

is your superhero ability or curse

left in the storm of denial

we are all crazy here

with broken smiles

token, broken people

who believe in science and logic

So pluck your theories from the air

and prove you care

you make the meaning

even if your dreaming

It’s all in your head

so drive yourself mad

and stand alone

even the devils throne

is not comfortable but it’s home

The erosion of empathy

You play hero I will play villain

though shades of grey exist and the truth not always willing

to rear it’s ugly head

filled with the expectation of being cancelled

and being heard

or Amber Heard

is different from being adept

or Johnny Depp.

we are divided down many lines and labels

and what we are being told merely a fable

when we can’t take it with a pinch of salt

and we halt

and can’t show a sign of empathy

How did life and judgement get so unjust

and all cards we hold are bust

because we no longer care just lust over celebrities

while our empathy is eroded and no treaty

or thought police AI can save us

from not understanding the people we see before us.