tortured by truth
a name on your lips
Jesus’s shadow remains
the contrast stains the rainbow it’s many colours dance
I won’t leave it to chance
The Lightning you are afraid of
Speaks of thunderstorms
but they are born in my head
I stitch the threads
together
forever in daydreams and songs
I lost my sun
But my heart beats strong.
The forgotten rage
the tenderness of a kiss
all get written on these blank pages
the journal I write
to set my emotions a light
epiphanies and realisations
new sensations
became metaphors
that open doors
similes that create smiles with ease
I am the pen tangled with the page
I am the rhymes written to take to the stage
and music arrives
to create vibes raps and hip hop
don’t stop
write and keep writing
the only way from here
is the place we touch in our minds eye
the soul is wet and it’s ink
let’s sink further still
for we have the will
to be better
love letters
to our creativity.
In the midst of pain
lies love
that shields us
it sustains our hopes and dreams
it doesn’t silence sadness
but let’s us open up
we all drink from a cup of love
even if sometimes feels
like it’s a small fairy cup
we won’t give up our longing
for people and places
faces that smile warmth
even in the darkest of stories
love shines through
it gives us happiness sometimes
and gives us unwavering faith to keep going
the seed of our growth
bitterness and hatred
aren’t the abating of love
they are merely the twisted distortions
of love
and if we understood that
we would once again understand
that love can save us all just reach out your hand.
There are galaxies inside of me
waiting to be explored
there are stories to be told that leave you wanting more
that are religions in the chaos of my mind
but am I blind to all the possibilities
Fed by science’s facts
the love in my heart set on targets I will never reach
the knowledge I will never preach
the words I won’t speak
but I am the madness
the chaos the light the order the darkness
I am the shadow of a prophet a wizard’s fairy tale…
It tares apart like paper
born from a saviour’s verse
The devil doesn’t mind, she makes it worse
I collect the curses
I recycle them like newspaper
rhetorical rhymes
in my life of grime.
I shine like the steeple of church
but I’d rather be the birch the trunk of a tree
for this a goddess induced reality
Wisdom causing minds full of incoherent clarity
I lose my faith wandering in garden labyrinths
the chances are we won’t find the goddess or her nymphs
or there chalices in the angles or angel absinthe
that we drink or think outside our boxes
so neat we feel no feeling in our defeat
yet we drink it all down
like sad pathetic clowns
in the pubs wearing our overalls and scrubbing away.
Polishing our lamps just to find genies or djinn
in our lives that our extraordinary and full of sin
yet we all fall beneath the skin
the earth full of mud and shit
the page half written is full of it
yet it feeds us and bears fruit
forms the roots of all we cultivate
for man is no man unless he has a little hate
and enough love to permeate
his sad heart
beating in tune to the bleeding womb
he wants to enter
another grand venture
trying to give his child
the wisdom of being wild
and free while they try to chain his children
with the care they placed on his shoulders
I love you Atlas don’t get tired
Or older the love that beats in your soul
don’t let the fire get colder…
Police tape around skate parks
the way we avoided each other even before it got dark.
the panic buying of toilet rolls
The dull days inside, just one stroll allowed
the clapping for the nhs workers outside
the way the community came together
Somethings we should treasure
The video calling and time spent playing PlayStation games
The constant news feed and shaming of people who weren’t isolating
The time spent within our houses grating
cause of the sun shine outside
but we are still alive
we will fight on regardless…
Glowing golden
Shiny packet
you are a devilish racket
I love your curves
how your body swerves
with angles
I love your words your advertising
you are my angel
my demon
I am possessed by my possession
your body is a sweet wrapper
I love you
Sticky and gooey
Your soul and mine
entwined.
Bleeding on the pavement
feral enslavement
light bringer
Who are you the king of?
tears in tear ducts
love is sometimes not giving a fuck
what people think
drink
drink in the silence
hear he voice again
the pain you feel
just the passage way of time
you were once her light that shined.
Of all the things that sting
is that I know your future life
It grates to know that I wait
for this is my last one
I am overcome with sadness I am undone
as we talk at cross purposes
What loneliness and hurt this is
I promised you that I’d wait for ever as your best friend
but love shatters like glass in the end
You are my mirror…
In side the beaten white walls of an mental institution
where people go to be uprooted from their delusions
Sat a man his hand outstretched as if holding hands with the dark
No spark to light his way, only the tragic marks his way
he used to play childish games by himself
look they say where is his mental health?
has it left him altogether why does his play childish games
he would call a name on the wind
for the child he lost unbeknown to them
Tilly or Matilda the ghost of a child of six
who he held in his arms before he was sick
she swallowed her tongue in an epileptic fit
but before then were eye spy and guessing games
before then were pin the tale on the donkey and blind mans buff
I guess we are all in a way sheltering memories like ghosts
In the places in the heart we hide
which we can never move away from no matter how we stride
or how many steps we take
life is sometimes an evil fate.