From an alien’s perspective

Do you find aliens receptive?

From an alien’s perspective 

we are all weird as them

worshipping dogma and tired beliefs

thinking nothing can bring relief

but on this planet 

the birds the animals the insects and trees

are as alien as alien can be

yet we see them everywhere everyday 

religion tells us a story 

but we are born from the extraordinary.

Chasing payments just to live on our planet 

paying taxes and learning to talk 

it’s no surprise we go insane and baulk 

at what we have to do everyday 

controlled in every way 

By systems of mismanagement 

engaged and married to people we will never understand 

but love the universal force 

stitches us tighter together than crochet 

and we use the word ok more than we should

if only we could see through the stress and mess

to make this world a better place 

but perhaps on an alien planet 

they have the right idea 

instead of living in fear 

fear and love are powerful forces

and when they work together unfortunately we are slaves to them

so live a life alien to some 

be the one who understands and overcomes

don’t be numb.

Wis-dumb

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

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

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… 

Misunderstood

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

A daydreamer or ADD sufferer

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.