Wise but dumb
Numb
we have succumb to doubt
it’s a broad
double edged sword
the dumb people are ruling
Fooling people into thinking they are better
this is a love letter
for critical thinkers
the ones who doubt themselves and question themselves and the world
every boy and every girl
Every woman and man
who won’t argue with the ignorant
for fear of being bullied or seeming stupid
life is not a rerun and we make bloopers
we need to use our logic and love to change this world for the better.
In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
Reality folds
like cold magic
origami of sorts
we play games with people like they are sports
our retorts
litter more than plastic
we get sick
sicker than we are laid in our casket
What happened to the child
in our hearts
We are nothing more than happy shoppers with shopping carts
This reality is an exchange of ideas of money of time
but we can’t see beyond the lines
that take control
take our minds our bodies our souls
we tell our selves they are words
but we aren’t even as free as the birds
which fly free in the sky
we are the prophecies
with our opportunities
we our the sickness we accumulate
we are the best and the worst
the sanguine curses
Hell which lives with hope
but hope is a bird that lives in a cage
singing in its hopeful rage…
Sometimes I want to be understood
but I know people look at me like dead wood
They might think I am stand offish
that I don’t belong in an office
That I am unsociable
or just plain weird
Someone to be feared
I have walked the corridors in mental institutions
I am reminded that most truths are illusions
that there aren’t many solutions
in this life
and trauma are the wounds that often get reopened by people
who aren’t evil
but are ignorant
and every where people are playing games to gain attention
that’s where identity survives
But I am in the minority because I won’t fit in the racket
of this life’s corrupt core
I barely survive grasping at straws
every day a war
to be heard amongst the shouting words of others
Tune out switch off
Disassociate cough
wheeze
Run off pace never be free
only in daydreams
only in dreams
only in nightmares
and screams
Empathy searching for threats
which threaten you
answer in delusions cruel
criticise your attention span
you’re thick often man!
you don’t understand the problem
but any happiness we’ve robbed you of
every piece of joy
ever since you were a little boy
your mum was stressed
screaming unavailable with hardly any hugs to bless
your Dad a big brother lost
the price of care and all it cost
Never mind you carry on but the exits
Been hexed
you reach out but you’re vexed
No one can love you
it burns through your life
like a candle slowly waxing burning away
into the terrible unconscious unconfident ways
which have haunted you
anxiety insanity no one cares they are fighting their own battles with despair.
Angels are just messengers
I know the world cries out for a saviour
I have been fighting for good behaviour
in amongst demons and nay sayers
no one heralded me
no angels,no wise men and shepherds
every woman whispered “am I your Sophia?”
I carried it as a riddle
god was on the fiddle
They said I was the escape artist
of this life
this prison
a schizophrenic
but they didn’t know I was brave enough to think beyond
that stereotype
I know I am right
delusion sometimes is the only solution
love the illusion of separation
everywhere everyone is in chains
just fighting for scraps
a poet kept under raps
and speeches
I fight to teach
I just want to save the girl in the fire 🔥
but it could go to the wire.