Live a lifetime in ten minutes 

I sit and think of you
Our dates 
The courting 
the tender kisses
the way you are my Mrs 
Our children and the way they’ve grown
the loneliness of our divorce 
then I realise it’s all my mind
we haven’t even known each other that long
but in my head our connection our bond
makes we want to belong
in your life
even if it’s just fantasy lived in 10 mins
I feel like I could live a lifetime in your eyes
dreaming under starry skies.

Life is sweet and sour

You were a butterfly

fluttering in the headlights

of a car.

A wolf looking up at the stars

and crying to the moon

a vigil for the resurrection

a epiphany born of introspection.

sad souls are bought and sold

the tired get old.

cold frozen hands

cut the cloth

to form gloves

We lose our love

in the pursuit of what drives us.

arriving in the arms

of a woman’s charms

love, sex and capitalism’s false religion

got us sitting in our own supermarket in superstition

old mechanisms for control

they own our souls

freedom is for fools anyway

enslave yourself pave your own path

the aftermath of life isn’t death

it’s a body, a cage without breath

or is it that the soul

wants to look with wonder

and ponder

it’s own reality

it’s sweet and sour.

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.

King of nothing part 2

I am the king of nothing

I have the arrow of time

embedded in my chest

a song, a beating that cannot rest

I was a wild child

before life tamed me

I used to fight wars in my head

I still do

but love’s cogs and mechanism

are as lost as I am to you

I live, the universe lives in me

but I am royalty severed

I mind that cannot be tethered

only to her

No gold no frankincense no myrrh

I am man unpicked undone

I stand alone

but I serve her

and her throne.

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

Yes I lived

Yes I lived

Walked amongst the trees

with the birds chirping

slurping my soup as it went down

tried not to wear an unbecoming frown

gazed in restless impatience

in the loud white noise of TV people

climbing church towers and steeples

and hills

taking bitter pills

but never losing the will

to hold on.

Yes sometimes, I lived to survive

if you don’t do anything you are not alive

I jet setted through my twenties

in my thirties now I am not prevented

from achieving my dreams and goals

despite my mental health bearing its soul

I am not always on the right track

but my heart I will not crack

I stay the course and live

for I am the many people I have become

and my curiosity I will never overcome

and I am the sum

of being ,seeing and feeling grace

and may grow wrinkles upon my face

and my tastes may change

for I still chiselling this life and soul from the rock

and time is ticking like the metaphorical clock.

This Love

This love is hard like a crystal

soft like I kissed you

the drop of dew on a rose

I love you more than I supposed

your eyes hold a religion

a candle in the dark

the spark which burns light.

your speech is familiar a voice that speaks

tears fall from eyes down my cheeks

but I want to hold you like gravity

and love you more than avidly

you are my truth

my story which will never be ordinary

you sends shivers down my spine

every time we meet

you are divine

and I can’t retreat

from our divide

Which is a singularity like a soul

which when it rises it burns out of control.

The fabric of our being

Two eyes that see

One heart that feels

Is the soul real?

Or do we have an existential crisis?

in the very fabric of our being

I suppose that’s the cost of dreaming.

Reality is stranger than fiction

it is my addiction

to believe in both dreams and reality

but both are restrictive

because both our limited to habits and thoughts

and we are caught

in their spiders web.