Here lies love

The angels cast into the fire

the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire

hung on a tree for them to see

the angels die and so sleep

They creep into children’s daydreams.

Reincarnated as a hawk like man

It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late

to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold

but he will die alone when he gets old

ghosts are the only ones who believe

they will wait for his soul to be made free

the key to the universe is strength through love

but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites

it’s his fate…

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.

Heart or Hope

Hope speaks

yet my heart feels

tears flow down my cheek

at least I am real

Hope or heart

to feel the pain

Or to look for the sunshine in the rain

Faking smiles

In rooftop terraces

the Ferris wheel of life

let me go off to murder my strife

A vacation for frustration

My heart is black hole

longing and empty, wilful and bold

Hope is bird singing in a distant cage

a heart is strange thing to age

with my ageing heart

I give you my wisdom and advice

but you won’t see the payment I made

the cut and paste words that shade

and shadow this page

the one I didn’t say which are hidden

But pave the way

Heart or hope

I cope and live for brighter days

when sunlight pours onto this desperate stage.

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.

We are slaves or wolves without teeth

They have enslaved us

We may curse and we may cuss
distrust our leaders
we must not bite the hand that feeds us
but our hands bleed
we are wolves without teeth
belief, in brighter days
made us slaves
the light which is ours anyway
Austerity just another sickness
of the state
Gives rise to division and hate
we are all to busy fighting for existence
to seek a better system
or resist them
So the rich get richer
and the poor live by the wire
from Theresa May to Boris Johnson you are all liars
We don’t believe in socialism or looking after the defenceless
It’s tribalism that’s too expensive
we need to move from leaders to people
to save our planet
but damn it
we are too busy infighting
So what do we do
move to other throw
or make the system work
It’s in your hands the future is work
that pays off
and doesn’t enslave
and that saves the environment and Gaia
do we want to end in nuclear fire
ruled by psychopathic liars.

Faith love and hope

Broken effigies

Of idols

lost bibles

filled with lies

and old repeated sighs

Love stands indifferent

affirmations don’t fail

we set sail

for a love that doesn’t flail

about in the dark.

The spark in the dark

sets alight the blue touch paper

no matter the sabre

rattling

we won’t stop the love which sets us free

and chains us in one

overcoming hope rides

like a white horses galloping strides

we hold hands in the night

even if it’s in our minds

faith is a dreamer

a scheming mind

has to sing

in the deep waters of imagination

faith is belief

hope never extinguished

I hold your breath in my mouth

you blew in there

I am caught by your loving stare.

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

monkeys cannot climb

they cannot agree

On a way to ascend

your angry spine.

Their branches are a conundrum a solution

cannot be found

the monkeys all make a squawking kind of sound.

The monkeys have a headache they cannot solve

we have to wait for our ideas to evolve

before they can climb this tree.

But you are a walking talking puzzle

we don’t need, our brain is no muscle

but it needs a workout from time to time

patterns form rhymes

across the pages to spine

of the book.

But monkeys cannot read and humans won’t look

where you cast aspersions we mistook

for common sense

we can’t give you up for lent

monkey puzzle tree are misspent

like our youth

can monkeys really not climb these trees?

do we even care the truth bleeds

like monkey’s well worn hands

does anyone really understand?