Ode to baked beans

I used to eat baked beans as a child

I found comfort in their tomatoey taste mild 

I used to dip in my chips and fish fingers 

as a sauce to tickle my tongue and linger on

now I have them with a cheesy baked potato 

or mix in some chilli powder 

the taste still comforts me I am not much of a chef but I am prouder 

of my efforts when the beans taste different or better than their original taste 

I try not to waste 

any of the beans 

I remember my friend eating them cold

but I wasn’t impressed or sold

on this idea 

I think they need to be at least warm

I suppose they are still edible my friends way

but maybe in habits we cannot stray 

even though our tastes may change

I like to think I am not that strange!

Do you not know love?

The burning flames of sacrifice

the aching waking torment 

that grows ever more evident 

The pain of attraction that won’t relent 

her smiling eyes

used to be yours 

now whatever her flaws you can’t move on

the darkest night of the soul 

Burns in pain in an insane world 

the desperate search for water in the desert 

when dehydration kicks in

the way you sicken for one morsel of food

from a heavenly table

every bone aching to see her again

just to hear her words 

but the sky the birds are bereft

she has left

and stolen your love as well

in this hell which could have been heaven 

but the hours too late 

it’s way past 11

and all you have is a voice in your head 

is it her’s?

But it purrs like love and hate

and there’s no solace in waiting 

hating,

the space between our worlds 

which barely touched and existed.

Helicopter lover

I’ll be your helicopter lover

Closer than twin flame or any other 

I’ll be your rescue party of one

your loving song 

on the radio 

I can’t behave with you

But that was in those golden days 

now I am like a stray 

like dog on heat about to have the snip

I want to take a dip in your seas

Babe please 

I’ll be your helicopter lover 

Closer than twin flame or any other 

I’ll be your rescue party of one

your loving song 

on the radio 

I can’t behave with you

I don’t know what to do I love you

but I am lost

look at what love costs

a day a week or a year

I look back to those golden times

diamond hard like my rhymes 

Look you probably don’t even remember 

me from January to December 

you’ve moved on

but how can I be so wrong

to love you…

Angerland

In this England we have been sold racist lies

not looking to god or to the sky 

for someone to save us 

Pent up rage disgusting but we live in a desperate stage

where we are never heard in democracies grave

right left bleed the same 

and politricks us

into divisions

what the colour of skin doesn’t matter

we should unite before our world ends in tatters 

of civil unrest and war

the key to heavens door is working together 

Hell for leather 

politicians and Media spread hate

it’s not too late to educate

to show that whether you’re Muslim Hindu Christian or Sikh

love is the same no matter what language you speak. 

So in this England or angerland let’s remember 

that the enemy is greed we don’t need to turn on trans people gay lesbian or people of colour 

everyone is your brother or sister 

and the so called agenda of division 

is an illusion sent by billionaires and people who profit from dissent and bloodshed 

we all die let’s use the brain in our heads

love and peace is the dog we feed

and hatred is a sickness we don’t need!

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.

When the ink drys up

When the ink drys up

And the writer words go missing

who’s going to talk about the two lovers kissing

in songs and poetry

who’s going to write the sonnets the verses

who’s going to tell tales that are fully immersive

ancient lands of fiction

A thriller that’s addictive

when the ink dries

will we find

the stories in our own time…

Medusa

We all have it in us to bear a curse

that is worse than playing the victim

You used to be beautiful

now your lips are cold

and full of venom

behind your fangs

are the same hunger pangs

Braided hair now shakes with snakes

which bite and hiss

you used to be a temptress

now you turn people to stone

they leave you all alone

Beautiful woman savage with revenge,

avenge

what was taken away

the sky burns red

what was taken

Can never be given back

your tail snakes a hypnotic rhythm

Beautiful cataclysm

I turn to stone just another victim

In your eyes…

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.

Alice in chains

Chained through your timelines

you say release you from the curse

the curse of loving me.

I know the bite of your mouth

the viscous vicious nature of your tongue

We both see things from only our point of view

a blood red hue.

You try to reach me through the crowd

Sometimes I hear you loud

and sometimes you whisper

like the wind

This is my curse to know the truth

while in denial

there is no proof

I fight a desperate battle to be heard

maybe you will one day.

In the overtones of songs are the echoes of the promise we made

over every grass blade

our delirium

our love

our blood song curse

we are chained to the words we have said

they flow in our veins

I am your twin flame but we are caught in tragedy

separated

by lies

and our clones who stand as jealous spies

You are the light in my eyes

the only one.

Occupied/possessed

I have been occupied

Like the sign on a toilet cubicle

I have been subjected to your ridicule

Your voice comes and goes

like the wind that blows

Maybe my heart was hollow

and needed to be possessed

but now I cannot rest.