When Facebook is filled with memes
broken pictures and shattered dreams
when you respond with a haha like
but no one recognises your plight
when they are too busy finding out their character is that of a potato
and you get ignored but don’t hate though
when they share posts like who would narrate your life
and you want to get out of that conversation because it probably be piers Morgan and his wife
remember you chose to live on Facebook and be a troll
and life is out your door and off your phone which is sucking away your soul.
Given the gift
we fight and wrestle
but it’s a prison.
she is out there
Sophia the goddess of wisdom
she spoke to me when I was 7
now I am nearly 37
I hear her voice
like yin and yang
Speaking her words to me
Am I just hearing things?
Is my mind just broken and in a sling?
Or am I just another author with a gift?
In the doorway I can’t escape
I can’t walk through the door
to reset my life.”
my life has game over in the title
it’s sometimes all too frightful
I am ghost of the man I could have been
can you feel my afterlife come along?
It is overtaking me, I am feeling wrong
I know I have to face the demon in the mirror
I know I can forgive her and myself
my dreams are still mine and I have their wealth
But can I go the distance alone?
I know my heart beats like a living stone
but I know from the earth
I must ground myself and find my worth.
Sadness doesn’t stain skin
or truth pierce a heart
but I reckon you will feel sadness is life’s art
and contrasting happiness
although not merely pain alleviated
between the angel
we try to be
and the devil
who’s eyes we see in the mirror
the constant battle
between letting go
and belonging to the life you know.
The petals which open
the heart awoken
then begin to decay
the love is the same love
as I had first
leaves me cursed
and yet singularly its all I have
a smash and grab
going for the jugular
who’s name has no meaning
and bread flesh
the rain that falls
Or the sun that shines
but from your diamond tears
I form mine.
The night bathes the moon
in the gloom only the white of the moon shows
save the distant stars
I am gazing
at the moon
wondering whether it knows
about the sun
The one it reflects
and yet is hidden
I sometimes think
that I am the night to your day
but heaven is humility or so they say
but the moon when full
is beautiful in a different way.
If you give me love
I will give you friendship
if you give me respect
I will be your mirror
if you forgive my faults
I will catapult my soul towards you
if you treat me with compassion
I will fight for you
If you trust me I will grasp your hand
and I will understand
if you give me your time
I will reveal my secrets
if your kindness reaches my heart
I will repay with honesty
all the luck penny’s you wished
when flicking them down the well.
You were a butterfly
fluttering in the headlights
of a car.
A wolf looking up at the stars
and crying to the moon
a vigil for the resurrection
a epiphany born of introspection.
sad souls are bought and sold
the tired get old.
cold frozen hands
cut the cloth
to form gloves
We lose our love
in the pursuit of what drives us.
arriving in the arms
of a woman’s charms
love, sex and capitalism’s false religion
got us sitting in our own supermarket in superstition
old mechanisms for control
they own our souls
freedom is for fools anyway
enslave yourself pave your own path
the aftermath of life isn’t death
it’s a body, a cage without breath
or is it that the soul
wants to look with wonder
it’s own reality
it’s sweet and sour.
this love lingers
on the tip of my tongue
in the inner workings of my heart and on
this is love that makes me strong
which binds me to the earth
and fosters rebirth
I look at the stars they shine for us both
for its you I love the most
and one day you will feel
the love that will make me kneel
this love which is real.