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Our love a blanket of night and stars
Dying to live
Living to die
uncomfortable eyes
Starry skies
highlight
our plight
our love
cast everywhere
like a blanket of night and stars
but we bear the scars
the wounds and fires
that make us who we are.
My God
My god won’t fit in my veins
won’t fit in this skin
she doesn’t wear a skirt
she has shed her skin
She is a soul
she wears many faces
Many races worship her
she has many names
and cannot be tamed
my god is a woman
she’s the soul of the universe
clothed in darkness and white light
and the many shades of the rainbow
and she knows wisdom we all seek
and sometimes she sends angels to peak
through the clouds
and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud
and she speaks to me in dreams
and carries the weight of her universe
in her purse.
Deep in a forest of fake news
Deep in A forest of fake news
Where headline games are people’s views
where pandemics become plandemics
where anti Vaxxers avoid vaccinations
and billionaires avoid taxation.
The forest of fake news
didn’t just spring up
watered by raining lies
governed by media moguls
and Facebook spies
Google and the internet shows us what we want to see
inverted mirrors of reality
each showing trees
a forest for all
with no clarity
How do see the forest from the trees?
or the trees that are fake?
life is forest full of trees but they are increasingly on the make
or plastic
or diseased
or just tricks in our sight
digital trees born out of spite
then cut down into newspapers
there’s no one to save us
we want to see the truth
that wasn’t always hidden
but we’d rather see the fake that’s not guilt ridden.
Truth the tree of life is now overrun
No one can see it
It’s been over come
and in the dark all trees look the same
it’s you and I who are to blame
We allowed them to plant
there fake news trees
and lies and untruths are a disease.
Sometimes
Sometimes
The world goes on behind my window
I stare out into the suns glare
I wrap myself around my thoughts
and all that I have sought
do I still care?
Sometimes
I am broken beggar
trying to get a leg up
sometimes I want to say
words of meaning
am I still dreaming?
Sometimes
my hearts soft like paper
sometimes it’s hard like a diamond
fashioned with pressure and heat
sometimes I play my songs on repeat
hoping to make my way to someone’s smile on the street.
Sometimes
I bow to the dark
sometimes I look to the stars sparkling in the sky
sometimes I want to die
but I realise life is short
and I love my friends to much to make this life end
so my epitaph will say I loved until my world drifted away
but I left you my words and that’s more than ok.
You can’t imagine the things I have seen
You can’t imagine my dreams
you can’t think like me in every way
I am unique, I pave the way
I maybe distant
sometimes obtuse
I sometimes let loose
my fears and anger prangs
like a car hitting a wall
but I hold as much truth as you all
See I am schizophrenic
I hear voices
But don’t despair
I see choices
they hang in the air
I have been broken
I don’t expect you to always care
I doggedly battle on
Cause I still know right from wrong
even with whispers and shouts in my mind
I fight to be human and to be kind
Though I suffer with paranoia
the darkness which destroys
I love life enough to stay here and not be destroyed
so don’t have pity
Let me speak and write and sing
because I know sadness is a painful muse
but creativity is my thing.
God the Insurance Salesman
Yeah they hate you if you show them no love
yeah berate you if you say you’re sent from above
I cannot prove my stories, my history
but if don’t believe in feelings you won’t believe in any mysteries.
I didn’t come here with complex equations
I didn’t come here to rule nations
I just came here to bring love and sell insurance
I don’t care if your heart is pure
I just want you to believe in more
That love goes beyond good and evil
It is the creative force that informs all
The storm that breaks the trees branches
gives the rain that waters it’s saplings
I cannot teach you how to learn
how to feel
but the chances are you know love is real.
Alienpoet
I come from a lost home
I come from
A lost home
my psychosis at 16
two years of hell
Dad and mum threw me out
My roots broken
Then Living in hostel
With Creaking fire safe doors
council estate yellow bricks and concrete
Dirty mirky stained glass windows
looking out on the world
Not a church
where I would fashion ideals
But a place I could be at peace and reshape my soul
Even in a place which had a
scent of old burnt out cigarettes
Smokey stained furniture
like an old fashioned bed and breakfast
The kitchen smelt of convenience.
Packs of chicken and beef super noodles
Boiling in a pan.
This is where freedom started
Hope in the darkness
Grey days but sometimes occasional sun
Dance music blaring from my boom box
a CD player in my room
chemical brothers basement jaxx tracks
Paper and pen
Penning poems
finding myself
I still loved a girl called Becky
who didn’t love me
I gave up,drinking as my mental health was suffering
Giving up the poison
for my own piece of mind.
Sea of time video link
Skin Remembers
Scars won’t forget
Living life with habits and daily regrets
I lost you in the sands of time
only your voice remembered
like the days tender sunlit kiss
but my television brain won’t remember this
that it came to an end before it started
and those days are long time departed
the spark in my heart
won’t leave
this aches longing to breathe
but I cannot deceive myself in to thinking
we were anything but just friends
the hour grows late, I just pretend
I can’t send you that last message
that says this ends
because your voice haunts me
you are my tattoo, my scar.