The God detective
Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.
I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?
Art by Zoe Zass
All that remains
is the pain of knowing…
There’s magic in your skin
I want to hold you
my cold, bold heart wants to grasp
make you understand.
We are possessed by a spirit and it’s yours
for there is no cure for love
except drowning in it.
I ate an apple it reminded me of the sinners tale
but love in a garden cannot fail
if talk and walk again together
I know that the illusion of separation can be severed.
Burning bright and resilient
burning and brilliant
I love yous unsaid
I held the key to heaven
in my right hand
it was to the back door
I broke into her house to tell her I loved her
I knew her across life times
I am in conversation with the goddess
now I am in distress
I love her nevertheless
she said she’d read all my poems
she speaks to me in my head
and tells me she hates me
but in songs she tells me she loves me sometimes
Sophia I hope you find your wisdom
and the key I threw away
I loved you across life times
did you know?
I just want to go home
Without you I am bird with broken wings
I cannot sing
love is time
and time is movement.
I am the places,the faces
of the extraordinary
Interacting on your soul
the way the singing bowl hums
and the waveform on your tongue
I am expansion of your cells
and your soul which dwells
in the cave of the overmind
The collective consciousness
the water seething seeping and flowing
the eyes which see into the all knowing
I am the light
which goes on
Your guide walking and showing you the way
it might be late in the day
but I am you and you are me
Music is magic
even the fire dances
to its song
it’s with you I belong.
Dying to live
Living to die
like a blanket of night and stars
but we bear the scars
the wounds and fires
that make us who we are.
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.
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
no where to sit
I write thrift shop poetry
so I can be with 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 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