The rose that never opened up
drinking from a devils cup
of denial
You can’t even smile
You are all thorns anyway
In the savage light of day
you weren’t born this way
But you allowed yourself to be moulded
it’s better to be unfolded.
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Hallucinations
Hallucinations in my mind
carelessly unkind
stories in time
lies told
the truth smeared like ink
the pen tangled with delusions
confusing skin
I close my mind you enter in
the night howls
I cower
hour by hour
will the sky fall
I dream for us all
or it seems that way
I hallucinate a story
I cannot tell
my own personal hell
and yet heaven resides in there as well.
Truth and life
Sadness doesn’t stain skin
or truth pierce a heart
but I reckon you will feel sadness is life’s art
and contrasting happiness
although not merely pain alleviated
I meditate,
I mediate
between the angel
we try to be
and the devil
who’s eyes we see in the mirror
the constant battle
between letting go
and belonging to the life you know.
Nightmares
Every night or so it seems
My nightmarish dreams
come into play
fighting my corner
Since I was born yeah
my families stress
won’t let me rest
even if it is in the past
it seems to last
I am a slave
I can’t be saved
Locked in battle I can’t win
A scapegoats sin.
All we needed was love
You ask the devil why she can’t save the world
the silence is wounding.
It betrays
slays the meaning,
driven home.
Is god into much of a coma
to answer from his throne?
Alexandria defender of man
The woman who said she was the devil
Who won’t reveal her pain
Only the scars on her wrist
All you needed to save the world was love
Like the scars told me.
god dies
Sectioned and arrested for telling the police you thought you were Jesus Christ
life is mad no need to look twice
god dies at 16 without a wife
he kills himself in metaphorical death
living his life as someone else bereft
Of the life he should of led
why do anything dead body but be what’s left?
the only difference between god and devil, is choice?
left alone with a shadow self’s caged voice
life hits like a tidal wave
and it’s a close shave
that no one can save
I am the choice the blade
cutting myself to fit in
rubbing out what I have written
Equally cursed as blessed
the rule of three undressed.
and under stress.
This poem was written from experience of mental illness and psychosis. I believe as pieces of this kaleidoscopic universe we our all God or gods and goddesses in our own right. That may put me at odds with science but that’s what I believe that we are the universe experiencing itself in various depths and levels.
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.
Self worth
In the mirth of a daydream
time spent hiding from the world
whether you are a boy or a girl
don’t hide
arrive with eyes wide
opening to see your potential displayed
sway the people to see
sow the seed
make plans
Show your worth
this is the turf
where the birth
of thoughts and ideas meet
make your worth known.