In the days when the exception they say
doesn’t need correction.
we are all creative
but some have it beaten out of us
at some stage
the war the exceptional person rages
is either to have their words heard
or to keep their creative side alive
and not have it brutalised or strangled
an Angel or messenger of light
has to fight to maintain their angle of light
and their perspective and sight.
When billionaires are sitting on more money than a lords hoard
and their money is in a tax haven abroad
can a billionaire work harder than overstretched nurse?
and the nurse has to go to a food bank because of their empty purse
It’s exploitation of peoples hard work.
DNA well folded origami in our bodies
Oddly containing characters characteristics and souls
We grasp at a identity
a sequence
sequential given
Maybe DNA is musical notes
and a rhythm
To our heart beat.
No matter how you change the font
words stay the same
I know I am not your type, am I to blame?
I could be made of muscles with six pack and broad shoulder and arms of Steel
but I am not
I could be a scientist with a silver tongue eloquent or just very well hung
I am me there is only one version of myself
I can’t change
or rearrange
I realise my limitations
I won’t be able to perform and act as an imitation
I am who I am
Love me or let me go
for its you I love I know you know!
I love you’s drawn across the sky
we are the passages of time that never die
I met you many times
we held hands and I spoke my rhymes
they nestled in your ears
and spoke to your heart
and even if we are far apart
I live inside your mind
these are the times
when the goddess answers my call
Our love will never be small
I am awake
You are asleep, dreaming
I am screaming
as you break my heart
you are thinking
I am dumbfounded
surrounded by angels who hate me
You are the night and stars
I am the sun
you are my earth my sky
the fire in which we both die
I waited my whole life to burn with you.
The God detective
Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.
I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?
Art by Zoe Zass
This dreaming is dark
But I won’t lose my spark
sanity is a perspective
I don’t stand for the collective
the curtains I sit behind are walls
the fractured voice of someone I love calls
and tells me she hates and berates me
in the darkness of my mind
her unkindness
blinds me.
Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair
will it ever be repaired?
The stigma attached to me lies
the fire in my heart won’t die
and maybe I enlightened or frightened
of this form
since I was a daydreamer, after I was born
the storm of intrusive thoughts
the delusions in which I am caught
and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too
you just aren’t boogie man blue
You think we are different
I am just medicated and irreverent
to this constructed reality
which you think is concrete
but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,
Merging images
Refracted kaleidoscopes
love is time
and time is movement.
I am the places,the faces
of the extraordinary
Interacting on your soul
the way the singing bowl hums
and the waveform on your tongue
I am expansion of your cells
and your soul which dwells
in the cave of the overmind
The collective consciousness
breathing
the water seething seeping and flowing
the eyes which see into the all knowing
I am the light
which goes on
Burning
Your guide walking and showing you the way
it might be late in the day
but I am you and you are me
Music is magic
even the fire dances
to its song
it’s with you I belong.