You believe heaven’s a heart beat away

Oh you believe heaven is a heart beat away

It floats away like a summers day

all entrances fade to grey

all your dreams turn to night

you gave away all your sadness it turned to madness and fright

bleeding affray, in moons sight

wolves are wolves

but even they bask under the moons glow

you believe your dreams aren’t hollow

but how many lives must you lead

to know heaven is here it’s every story told

you play a character, you are freedoms child.

The girl with many faces do you want me?

They held me down in the hospital

I screamed your name I as the needle punctured my skin

sedated

All I wanted was love

but the angels don’t answer

they just sleep

even the demons weep

is the price too steep?

I broke into house just to talk to one of your many faces

When life is a bruised fruit

do you have the roots

like a tree to rescue me?

heaven is sunlights kiss

but I am in the dark

Our divine spark is pain.

Movement

To continue we go

to continue to know

we must blow

the air to breathe

to believe

depression holding us back

the semi colon

but we thirst to move track

like trains on the railway

we must make our own way

forever in transit

and transformation

there are never enough homes

or railway stations

never enough elation

clever metaphors steal admiration

I love all the movement the sensations.

The labyrinth of our life

There is kindness here if you can keep it in mind

there is sadness, remorse and discourse

that signals just how much I love you

However I walk in daylight and the rain

and it falls us both no ones to blame

in this labyrinth we have created

love blossoms in your absence

and yet you are with me in the movements of the trees

which seem to be watching me

and the leaves dance to your voice

or am I deluded I have no choice

but to believe.

The story we have weaved

like the rope that we marks our way

you are the light to my day

in the river your tears fall

I die in the labyrinth

calling your name on the wind

Hoping that you will hear it someday

my body decays

but memory stays

in your third eye

can love resurrect? Can it comply?

what was love but hope of your stay

in my heart forever you are with me I pray

for your speech echos in my head

this body but bone skin and sinew

I am lost in my monologue

I end where you begin I begin where you end

the last message I will ever send.

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet

Change your fate

Suicide an shiny empty packet

War on the poor and disabled the governments criminal racket

What we leave behind only pollution

Only distortion

Only a walking abortion

Change your ways and your fate

Don’t give way to hate

Stand firm

We are not worms food

Don’t regret your life in any form

You were given a life from when you were born

Not empty

Or tragic

Give birth to magic

In this pen tangle

Create an angel

Out of the ashes

Of heart shaped gashes

Love is the twin sister of hate

and the dark is to light

Learn to master the fight

and hate inaction

Be the master of action

Leave the page full of words

and the sky full of birds

Which nest in the tree

We have grown

Don’t die alone…

Fight against Generation suicide

Yes it does take bravery to die

by suicide

but you are breaking the hearts of those who love you

too many men and women take this route

without a clue

of the ripple effect

which cripples those who didn’t detect

Your intentions

We are a generation who have lost our meaning

In virtual dreaming

and our screaming

for a new meaning

But surely rather than taking your life and throwing it in the bin

you need to face your problems and try to win

for we all know life is a journey

and it burns sometimes with the glare of despair

we all know it can be shite

but we also should realise it’s short

and meaning can be found in the darkest of places

and the smiles we have brought to friends faces.

These are the days

There are days when we toy with innocence

there are days when wear despair as our clothes

days when we truly open our eyes

days when we want to keep them closed.

Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts

and there are days when that pain departs.

Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake

and days when we feel so far away from that love

that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.

Days when we pretend to be free

and days when we really do hold the key

to doors unopened before.

Days when we feel we can take on the world

and days where we hide in the corner.

Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna

when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose

and see a new religion being formed

a new baby being born.

Days change what we think and who we are

days where we travel near and days we travel far

drink in the moments and savour the day

because its drifting away

and its all we have!