My God

My god won’t fit in my veins
won’t fit in this skin
she doesn’t wear a skirt
she has shed her skin
She is a soul
she wears many faces
Many races worship her
she has many names
and cannot be tamed
my god is a woman
she’s the soul of the universe
clothed in darkness and white light
and the many shades of the rainbow
and she knows wisdom we all seek
and sometimes she sends angels to peak
through the clouds
and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud
and she speaks to me in dreams
and carries the weight of her universe
in her purse.

God the Insurance Salesman

Yeah they hate you if you show them no love
yeah berate you if you say you’re sent from above
I cannot prove my stories, my history
but if don’t believe in feelings you won’t believe in any mysteries.

I didn’t come here with complex equations
I didn’t come here to rule nations
I just came here to bring love and sell insurance
I don’t care if your heart is pure
I just want you to believe in more

That love goes beyond good and evil
It is the creative force that informs all
The storm that breaks the trees branches
gives the rain that waters it’s saplings

I cannot teach you how to learn
how to feel
but the chances are you know love is real.

Alienpoet

Skin Remembers

Scars won’t forget

Living life with habits and daily regrets

I lost you in the sands of time

only your voice remembered

like the days tender sunlit kiss

but my television brain won’t remember this

that it came to an end before it started

and those days are long time departed

the spark in my heart

won’t leave

this aches longing to breathe

but I cannot deceive myself in to thinking

we were anything but just friends

the hour grows late, I just pretend

I can’t send you that last message

that says this ends

because your voice haunts me

you are my tattoo, my scar.

The grail

Old bones

ancient thrones

no where to sit

I write thrift shop poetry

so I can be with you

forgive you

for writing graffiti all over my wall

some beggars stand tall

amidst the rubble

some people like power, I admit it’s trouble

I want to set sail

find the holy grail

but she’s already found

I want to sing songs make sounds

I want to kiss her pursed lips

but mad quips make me a fool

I just drool

but pennies fall down wishing wells

I yearn for her voice it’s all I hear

but in the door way to other worlds

I may find her

or a kinder version

it’s the waters the cup of immersion.

Heaven is heartache

Heaven is heart ache

just beating in my chest

At least it’s still there

It gives me no rest.

I turned down a goddess in her underwear

just so I could play saviour

all my dreams made of paper

nightmares paper cuts

doomed to hear the words of sluts

Starving just to lap up leftovers up

I dream of being a hero

but I am fascinated by the villainess

the heroine is too much of a drug

I slug it out with my mind but depression is a thug

dominating my ever move

I love to dance but my song isn’t my groove

The four corners of a page

The forgotten rage

the tenderness of a kiss

all get written on these blank pages

the journal I write

to set my emotions a light

epiphanies and realisations

new sensations

became metaphors

that open doors

similes that create smiles with ease

I am the pen tangled with the page

I am the rhymes written to take to the stage

and music arrives

to create vibes raps and hip hop

don’t stop

write and keep writing

the only way from here

is the place we touch in our minds eye

the soul is wet and it’s ink

let’s sink further still

for we have the will

to be better

love letters

to our creativity.

Love in the midst of pain

In the midst of pain

lies love

that shields us

it sustains our hopes and dreams

it doesn’t silence sadness

but let’s us open up

we all drink from a cup of love

even if sometimes feels

like it’s a small fairy cup

we won’t give up our longing

for people and places

faces that smile warmth

even in the darkest of stories

love shines through

it gives us happiness sometimes

and gives us unwavering faith to keep going

the seed of our growth

bitterness and hatred

aren’t the abating of love

they are merely the twisted distortions

of love

and if we understood that

we would once again understand

that love can save us all just reach out your hand.

There are galaxies inside of me

There are galaxies inside of me

waiting to be explored

there are stories to be told that leave you wanting more

that are religions in the chaos of my mind

but am I blind to all the possibilities

Fed by science’s facts

the love in my heart set on targets I will never reach

the knowledge I will never preach

the words I won’t speak

but I am the madness

the chaos the light the order the darkness

I am the shadow of a prophet a wizard’s fairy tale…

Atlas

It tares apart like paper
born from a saviour’s verse
The devil doesn’t mind, she makes it worse
I collect the curses
I recycle them like newspaper
rhetorical rhymes
in my life of grime.

I shine like the steeple of church
but I’d rather be the birch the trunk of a tree
for this a goddess induced reality
Wisdom causing minds full of incoherent clarity
I lose my faith wandering in garden labyrinths
the chances are we won’t find the goddess or her nymphs
or there chalices in the angles or angel absinthe
that we drink or think outside our boxes
so neat we feel no feeling in our defeat
yet we drink it all down
like sad pathetic clowns
in the pubs wearing our overalls and scrubbing away.

Polishing our lamps just to find genies or djinn
in our lives that our extraordinary and full of sin
yet we all fall beneath the skin
the earth full of mud and shit
the page half written is full of it
yet it feeds us and bears fruit
forms the roots of all we cultivate
for man is no man unless he has a little hate
and enough love to permeate
his sad heart
beating in tune to the bleeding womb
he wants to enter
another grand venture
trying to give his child
the wisdom of being wild
and free while they try to chain his children
with the care they placed on his shoulders
I love you Atlas don’t get tired
Or older the love that beats in your soul
don’t let the fire get colder…