Tag Archives: life
You are significant
Never forget your significance
in this world that will try to humble you
if it can,
to just being a woman or a man
you were born from stars
woven into your skin
you mind creates within
a membrane of tissue
of bone and brain
of lightning conductive atoms
love and that is where hope begins and never ends
I am you and you are me the message I try to send.
We are the universe
from heathens of no faith
to spiritual walkers and talkers
Of revolution and not of the safe
sages and fools
but each with the tools to light flames
and never be tamed
don’t let the fire wane
or burn out
don’t give way to doubt
we are god
hidden forces might try to hold us back
but we are the crack of light
in the shadows
forcing its way through
fear can’t hold us back
love is a brighter coloured hue.
Poppy red
Out of death comes a poppy red
like the blood the soldiers bled
their sacrifice still shows
In the red flowers that grow
where they fought for our freedom.
Someone will always stand up for the oppressed
we are blessed
because service men and women still do this today
and they bleed for our freedom
we will always need them,
unfortunately in this flawed world,
to make a stand
if you see them offer them a hand
because they have given
not just their service but their lives
in one form or another
and they deserve your respect.
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.
Mr Bluesman
Mr bluesman
Strum those chords
croon that tune
Mr bluesman
you understand the blues
even if in life you didn’t choose
to live those sad times
Life chimes
some times it burns out
like a bouncing fag end
sometimes you can’t pretend
that it’ll work out for the better
we write those letters
those songs
for it’s this life that sometimes goes wrong.
Mr bluesman
play your songs
in pubs and in high street bars
look to the stars
be inspired by your scars
this life plays the blues
just like you
so play your chords
with your fingers
love doesn’t linger
but it burns
all the way down like strong neat whiskey
It’s intoxicating
mr bluesman
sing with confidence and conviction
Singing songs is your addiction.
Jesus I am alone
The heartaches when I am in my home
pretending people are with me
my heart is a icy block a sullen stone
Sometimes in solitudes den
I pretend that I am free when
I am on my own
I am just recovering from life’s traumas
Sometimes I pretend I am jesus in a tomb
in my living room
waiting to roll away the stone
and be free with people who love me
but often people talk over my ideas
and conversation
I know I am alone
but with the voice in my head I never truly am
life is painful but I know I am!
alive and fighting wrestling with life’s gaping questions
and although people won’t agree with me
I am the marks the footprints I have left
I am the ideas that crept into your head from a poem I wrote years ago
my life is art
and it drives my heart
but like paper sometimes I am lost in the bin
of life
sometimes in mundane drudgery we find that life is unkind
but it’s the only one I have…
Life inverted
He sells himself and his soul
for money to the highest bidder
His soul has long since withered
Tells people he believes in god
but believes in the pound and the crown
his love is only a noun
a name for something that lives underground.
He’s a politician
He only cares about money
and his power and authority
he’s in the minority
because he’s rich
Poor people are just opportunities
to him
just tools to use to win
this rat race
which he believes he’s risen above
no love
enters his heart
life is insane and it rips people apart.
This life is inverted dark becomes light
light becomes dark
we’ve lost our spark.
The psychopaths logic runs this world
the devils a lie the popes calling from hell
the president has a direct line
stars align.
We are fated to fall
no one can stand tall
When we follow the system
or we are apathetic
Part of a pathetic resistance
every where we look a false story
told as if we are ordinary
It’s scary.
We are god there is no separation
but power and money are forces of corruption
there is so much disruption.
This life is inverted
As above so below
the good are bad
the happy are sad
the rich are poor
the intelligent are dumb
psychiatric wards are full of story tellers and poets
they know the truth no one else can grow it
we preach to the cracks in the pavement no hearts can grow
grow your own
hide in your home alone
be the change you want to see
or be drowned in a sea
of denial.
which of us can smile
when people in Gaza die?
We have lost our humanity
Life inverted,
upside down
the only people who lead us are clowns
Last laugh
Psychopaths.
Haunted mirror
The real god dies over and over again
forgetting again who they were
we were torn in two
male and female
lovers and through and through
in me and in you
in this physical plane
we feel physical pain
a constructed prison
for our collective soul
while the demiurge governs
our existence
only Christ and Sophia our collective soul offer resistance
The cure to the disease
The cure to the disease
Sparkling and wondrous
the cure to the disease
Experiencing unease
take these pills
tiny white capsules
that won’t make you ill
distilled love
wonder from above
the cure like forest bathing.
misbehaving
often the cure is the disease of a life
lived without regrets
all targets missed and not met
But to try
is to live and not die
a love fragile
but agile enough to succeed
to bleed is to be alive
To breathe is to thrive
the madness the sickness
is to expect no pain
no sadness in the rain
sunshine that burns the skin
balance is boring
whatever gets you through
is the life you choose to do
Politricks divide us all poem
Right left we bleed the same
can we forgive
live
better lives
Cancel culture the cancer of the left
Bitter resentment fills out our hearts
no love either side
thought police divide us all
right authority with no escape
raid the poor
but the poor hate the rich for having more
is there an answer
or only more hate.