In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
I stand with the misfits
All the ones from broken homes
the ones who are single and left alone
the ones deemed special
and yet not treated as treasure
I stand with the poets and artists observers of life
Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners
I am disheartened
But I will stand with those that give and never receive
those who believe
that giving their hearts and time is important
and worth their reason and rhyme
and weight of time
there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing
I like to believe
May they find their Elysium fields
where they will be met
without any painful regrets
I looked to my parents to show me love
and god above
but I remember so little of my traumatic past
cast into the fires of hell
where I can’t tell
heaven from hades
light from shade
a knife a blade from a blade of grass
I look to be fore filled
which of our wills
is greater
I am no hater of humanity
we are all mirrors
of what we’ve been shown
but I won’t end up cold and alone
by choice
I will find my inner voice
my inner sense
of love
because I am stronger than relying on friends
and family to tell me who I am
I don’t need my reflection to know I am real
I clench at this life with zeal
and eyes of steely determination.
Angels are just messengers
I know the world cries out for a saviour
I have been fighting for good behaviour
in amongst demons and nay sayers
no one heralded me
no angels,no wise men and shepherds
every woman whispered “am I your Sophia?”
I carried it as a riddle
god was on the fiddle
They said I was the escape artist
of this life
this prison
a schizophrenic
but they didn’t know I was brave enough to think beyond
that stereotype
I know I am right
delusion sometimes is the only solution
love the illusion of separation
everywhere everyone is in chains
just fighting for scraps
a poet kept under raps
and speeches
I fight to teach
I just want to save the girl in the fire 🔥
but it could go to the wire.
You are more radiant than the sun
my words lean upon
you like gravity pushes us down
but in those sounds
are the meanings that ground
my very existence
and life
if anything relates to you
it tends to send me into a dreaming state
Scheming late
to win you at all costs
in this game of life
which trees survive frosts
to bear fruit
like actions
you are more than a distraction
you are my everything
and yet I keep coming back
and I am taken
my heart is awakened not bored
I live aboard your wishes
which dance like dandelion seeds
on the wind
I love you I love you I love you lots.
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…