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In the beginning there was Mind
In the beginning
There’s was mind
then there were thoughts
written in time
We were twin flames
I was your first word
you are my soul
I come from you
as we all do
Soul spirit and happenings
became time
you Alice Sophia holiest of spirits
are my reason and rhyme
thoughts and souls entwined
We are one torn in two
I love you more than you think I do
I want to take you home
where we can roam free
But the fire waits for you and me
One last test to be free…
Facing Mortality
Facing Mortality
Facing dreary days
Death is a book read
the ending said outloud
I might have 20 good years left
schizophrenics die sooner than Neurotypicals
I believe our consciousness lives on
after this skin fails
A skeleton flails in the dark gasping for air in its lungs
while its soul breaks free
of the old carcass or chrysalis
in a way I have been searching for a exit
no need to hex it
let’s go
this life a daydreaming visage
a stage we barge through
Without any dialogue
only what we choose
My circumstances bruise
what can life do but promise a lot
then end
I love you all message click send
Don’t believe the hype?
Don’t believe the hype
it’s all tripe
I fight to be heard
with powerful words
but sometimes I fall short
a butterfly caught
in agonising self expression
another session
of writing does it yield results?
heart felt words
and worlds I have built
love and blood I have spilt
my flowers wilt
I try to water and nourish them
but they break at the stem
but I need them
I am my confidence
my ego defined
yet I mine
for excellence
for written talent
But I fall
sometimes short
another poet who’s caught in the block
a rock stopping my river from flowing
I live in knowing that I want to be a success
and in this I can never rest.
The Throwaway poet
A Throwaway poet
With throwaway poems
trying to sow seeds of change
to rearrange
Your thoughts and life
My rhymes are tight
but like paper I recycle ideas
put them in new ways
to pave the roads to futures unseen
where we can dream
I am a poet put my poetry in the bin
read once but change within
come back and memorise my verse.
I am the vessel for my pen
even when
you can’t see me I am philosophising
comprising
of revolutionary action
but maybe I am too much of a distraction
to make you do any action
or you are too distracted
with your contract
your job
To bother with Dan
I am just a man
who thinks he can write poetry
so throw my digital poems in your recycling bin
and letter the paper burn
or compost
I am you and all you have lost
I am the pages
the war you wage
from this desperate stage
In this level of the game
you can throw me away but you will know my name.
This life
This life chaotic
hypnotic
energy rushes
gushes all around me
A sea of endless particles of pain
I look for the sunshine within the rain
the rainbows light
all fight leaves me
but I won’t give into its spite
the hate breathes
makes you believe
In humanities downfall
It’s a tall order
living this life in the borders of strife
where there’s no passport to any heaven
or any country in that region
the engine
the cogs of the machine
have us enslaved
even lucifer when he stood up to god
was thrown down and fell
into hell.
This life is pernicious cruel and harsh
most kindness is given by hard graft
and the silence is sometimes the only thing
that makes us less daft
for in speaking harsh words are sprayed
like bullets across the page
or in our ears
giving us fear and tears
that scar our sanity
in this reality
where we study someone’s psyche
but not its creator the hater who crafted their malice and spite
and if we don’t realise that they in turn were also formed from people who didn’t always give a fuck
and told them their so called inner truth
Just to toughen them up,
and yet they didn’t water them with love
or feed them with grace
they deliberately chastised their minds
with words that were unkind
just to make them their clones
the worker unquestioning drones
You shouldn’t base your life
on the ideals and ideas
of people who gave way to fears
and insecurities
give your life to making yourself you
a loving kind person a shining beacon a colourful hue.
Trying to connect to the goddess
Trying to connect
The phone is off the hook
the book has never been opened
it’s pages have been written to cause a word storm
she has been trying to connect
gain your love, respect and attention
her words lost through the airwaves
and echoes in caves
the love that saves you is always the wisest
through generations
and faces she’s been calling through the crowd
her cries,
to reveal the truth through lies
but he loses the plot
through the pain of sadness the madness in his soul…
When the ink drys up
When the ink drys up
And the writer words go missing
who’s going to talk about the two lovers kissing
in songs and poetry
who’s going to write the sonnets the verses
who’s going to tell tales that are fully immersive
ancient lands of fiction
A thriller that’s addictive
when the ink dries
will we find
the stories in our own time…
My third face(the one I never show)
This poem was written from the prompt of a Japanese proverb
That we all have three masks
One to the world
One to friends family
One when we are alone
This is one I wear when I am alone
Angry and aggressive
for justice and justification
in this suffocation
In this isolation.
Powerful, beautiful and strong
Among no one
I bleed the some of my cause
and all my flaws
But angel or demon I open doors
locked
Gun cocked
and ready to fire
Let’s go to the wire
and win
I escape into the mask within
that I do not show
I grow into a man with wings
to fly on the winds
of change
I rearrange
The strange flow of my words
the poet grasps at the meaning
he’s dreaming…
I live at the borders of your life
I seem to live at the borders of your life
I don’t have a passport to visit your country
I live at your borders
we both know people and have mutual friends
but we both know love doesn’t hide in your heart for me
it’s protected by metaphorical dogs security guards walls and gates
I would love to see you but we never worked
I wish you well
time will tell
if my decisions were correct
I still pray for you and respect your decisions
you have a family and a bright burning life
I live alone and have no wife
or children
I live in the land of could have been
but with all I have seen
this life passes by like a dream
and all our plans and schemes
can fail
and we flounder in the dark
where we lose our spark
but love is a door without a key
to me.