In the beginning
There’s was mind
then there were thoughts
written in time
We were twin flames
I was your first word
you are my soul
I come from you
as we all do
Soul spirit and happenings
became time
you Alice Sophia holiest of spirits
are my reason and rhyme
thoughts and souls entwined
We are one torn in two
I love you more than you think I do
I want to take you home
where we can roam free
But the fire waits for you and me
One last test to be free…
The heartaches when I am in my home
pretending people are with me
my heart is a icy block a sullen stone
Sometimes in solitudes den
I pretend that I am free when
I am on my own
I am just recovering from life’s traumas
Sometimes I pretend I am jesus in a tomb
in my living room
waiting to roll away the stone
and be free with people who love me
but often people talk over my ideas
and conversation
I know I am alone
but with the voice in my head I never truly am
life is painful but I know I am!
alive and fighting wrestling with life’s gaping questions
and although people won’t agree with me
I am the marks the footprints I have left
I am the ideas that crept into your head from a poem I wrote years ago
my life is art
and it drives my heart
but like paper sometimes I am lost in the bin
of life
sometimes in mundane drudgery we find that life is unkind
but it’s the only one I have…
If I could cry your tears
fight your fears
if I could rattle ignorance’s cage
this would be the war I’d wage.
If I could give you back the light in your eyes
put the truth where angels cry
if I could give you the words to bring hope
I know you’d live and cope.
If I could take your violence, your silence
and give you expression
If I could take the promises you broke
and grant you the rest to be awoken
From the madness that taken your love and potential
and show you the stars shine for us all
I would pick you up from your fall
and guide you to a new dawn
for the words have been born anew
the story lies with me and you
and you can make it through
the heartache and maddening pain
you can find your rainbow in the rain.
In Stories written
I am smitten by hero or heroin
Life is stranger that the art we stare in
fairy tale romances underneath the surface glances
uncovers a setting
But I am betting you couldn’t of picked a better villain from your library book
But look,
and you will see
that there is a reason behind
their evil mentality.
It starts with there parents story
as it recycles on
Unhappiness detachment from love
is a somber song
sometimes played from a harp.
We are not the people who we thought
we are the stories we tell ourselves
the book our character is the one we tell ourselves we ought to play
but in the light of day
and in the night time
we hold onto the person we’ve told ourselves
we are,
whether we are lion king
or scar
we are not the character written on our forehead by god or the stars
we are the character fashioned and shaped by life our parents and ourselves
But do you know we can change our fortunes by changing the way we think
about ourselves in our own head
by burying the past and leaving it for dead.
Welcome to the strange place that is my mind.
I feel a completeness staring into your eyes
That I don’t feel when I am alone
I grasp for meaning in a daydreaming world
My mind opens like an oyster
and you are my pearl
a beautiful agony unfurls
in missing you and your words
and touch.
I miss you so much
but I want wholeness
in my own skin
but it rings thin
because is it narcissism?
To look beyond the chasm
the void of our own soul
and yet romantic love is being in love
with what someone is that we haven’t got
and yet we don’t care a jot
for love is creation I care deeply and a lot
for what you have and what I haven’t got.
The tides of time flow beneath my feet
Rippling and flowing uncertainty
I am fish in the waters of constant change
Unpredictable ain’t it strange
Will I be eaten by my disability?
Devoured by the shark like features of my own mind?
The stormy waves inside my heart
Will not just depart
The sea the tides of time
Hide my lost treasure sinking in the deep forever
Atlantis a lost city in a watery graveyard
Rusting away
rotten ships
Drowning wreckage of lost sailors
the waves hold a watery vigil
a siren like fate waits
For me with a lover who could save me
or cast me into the murky depths
Maybe the seas of time are all our tears combined
throughout time inside are all our aspirations we cast our nets for
and still we cry more than we catch
So the seas are maintained
For us to sail on…