In the midst of midnight air,
stood a man who didn’t care.
For he was a man who made world’s collide
and every bit of earth bore his stride.
He was the key, the door to realities thick, slick and uncertain
beyond realities curtains
however there was one thing he didn’t have and that was a wife
to free him from his darkness his strife.
He searched in coffee shops and in bars,
he looked for answers in the stars,
until he found his equal a woman beyond others,
Sophia the woman in the fire the object of his desire
her wisdom burned bright forged in fiery Stars of eternal unrest
with a beauty that cant be bested
but his love for her was yet untested.
She told him to win her heart he’d have to become mortal
and so would she for in mortality
you see there are lessons that can be learned.
Her heart burned for him so much in the transition
that it became a birth mark above her chest,
he would have to find her to pass the test.
However when they met for the first time
she had met him in a timeline before,
she warned him of tragedies of a life if he stood alone,
a king with a crown but an empty throne.
Although he hadn’t put it together
what she was meaning that without her he’d be dead
but his mind had a needle but not a thread
and although he had a good heart he was easily led
so at 16 he lost his mind.
Believing in heavenly things rather than science
which all people believed to be true.
Sectioned under the mental health act 1983
Seeing into the distant reality,
he saw a girl lost her mascara ran down her face,
she was a girl who had lost her place in the scheme of life’s dream,
her silence was a scream.
She told him things about his future but as he reached out for her she was taken away
for she was his Sophia and they both were going to pay,
for in making themselves mortal their only way out was to marry or love without doubt.
He had many doubts, that had found their way out and into his life.
While she was trying to save him through many lives lost,he was struggling with his own.
Returning home from the mental hospital he was told his life was a lie
he felt that the only way to heal was to cry
and cry he did amid his friends who lost patience with him in the end.
He could not pretend to be happy, everyday he looked for an answer to his unhappiness,
in fear there is no hope and he became broken.
One day though he was walking down the town he saw a girl she smiled it lit up his day.
So he asked her if it was ok to know her name?
She said it was Grace.
After chatting for awhile she said “you should have a coffee round my place”?
So he said “yes” and popped round there.
Soon after a few weeks he fell in love he felt like it was a answer from the gods of above
but soon doubts crept into his head whether he should settle down or find a career instead or first. He had made his life into a headache a curse
and much more complicated than it should be.
So he broke up with her, it felt like his spur to create the life he dreamed before it was too late.
So he had a car a house but no wife, no spouse.
Meanwhile he missed Grace missed her soft touch her face
after years of working hard, he found a woman crying in a builders yard,
he remembered who she was because of the birthmark above chest
and the smile to which she was blessed.
Grace now old and heartbroken she told him she had many lovers since him but none who could match.
He still loved her so they went to hers.
But that night electrics in the house caught fire there was a fault.
So they both awoke to the smell of burning with a jolt.
He tried to get her out but the place was full of smoke thick and dense.
Now a voice spoke “I am the fire your heart lies with me.
Do you choose to be with Grace and love her avidly or do you choose the path of fear,
to run away and leave her here with me”.
Realising that Grace had passed out,
he lifted her over shoulder as the fire began to get worse he got her out.
But he collapsed a heart attack ripped through his chest,
he died they laid his body to rest.
But as he walked through the white door of heaven .
There stood Grace as Sophia his wife.
Every time you doubted,I lost you,
you see, every time you ran I loved thee,
for you have passed the test.
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The white rabbit prince must die
In the land of books and make believe
A story unwritten with the power to make you cry
The modern day Orpheus looks to the sky
For the answer
The answer to why.
See everywhere there are answers
But love doesn’t follow through
With Reflected mirrors it doesn’t respond to you
See the path may be long and prince must be strong
But endurance was never his strong point
Disjointed he always disappoints
The princess whom he favours
A thousand years to savour in the eye of the storm
Nothing can touch him
But if that’s true why was he born?
In feeling pain of loves sweet kiss withdrawn
Hand that held her hand now is worn
Getting older and older each day
He prays to time to make it ok
But time is a trickster and it will take itself away
He is the night to her day
But somewhere a dead man is calling for his crown
Was their love only a noun
A name for something that lies underground
The prince’s heart still beats
And while it beats he will not retreat
But he must give up all he has gained
Or be maimed
By the wisdom that all despise
The temple of a thousand eyes
The tangled web
That tethers us all together
See he must fight himself and die
Or be caught up in his own lies
For if love be eternal
Can it stop the fires of hell that be infernal
And maybe all can be saved
Through union
But royalty must break
And be severed
One must yield
For the madman must be revealed
Or he must return his hostage
The other mind
To break the curse to finally be free
His love must bear responsibility
The white rabbit prince goes to war
Monsters gather underneath my bed
Like fallen angels
My beaten heart
Unyielding
The white rabbit prince goes to war part2
The door stands unlocked
A war for salvation
Must be fought
With the broad sword
That comes out of his mouth
You may think what you like
His is the heaven age, begetting a new age
People may think they can get to him
They never will
Kill his words
The princess dies
She is overwhelmed by the dark
He cannot save her
Demons grow out of her heart
Terrible to behold
A heart made cold
Her bloodline ends with her son with him
Now her heart flickers dim
She devours tragedy
Avidly
Her eyes rage against him
Her words cut through his mind
They run him through
Like the madness that grew and grew
Carnivorous eyes
Stare from the palace
That used to be holy
She is a woman scorned
Sets him up for a fall
As their love hits the wall
She can never forgive him
Only her soul remains
With raging fire
Against him
All he has is nightmares about her now
We are the stories
From the pen that scribbles an idea
To the man who battles fear
To the page that enlightens
To the book that frightens and amazes
From the publisher to the readership
To the peaceful revolution
To the great beyond
To understanding ourselves better
Building bonds
Enriching life the universe and the stars
We bear the fruit and the scars
Of a story…
You never see the wood for the trees
You never see the wood for the trees
You never see the wound until it bleeds
You feel free until you see the chains
Lifes pains are driving you insane
You cannot help people until you know their pain
You cannot appreciate the sunshine until you’ve tasted the rain.
Once in a land faraway
Once in land far away,
was a woman
she knelt to pray.
she prayed for a child who could be
the key to a new dawn of ages.
The baby was conceived
by union of bodies
by lustful souls.
The scrolls foretold the child would grow to be
a pawn in the game of prophecy.
A peacemaker of the goddess
most high.
Her diamond,glowing bright in the sky
but there would be a price to be paid
not all the cards could be played.
The son could never know
how it should play out
or his mind would be full of doubt.
When the child was in his teens
daydreaming in front of computer screens
his father asked him what he knew
of the Goddess dressed in blue?
The boy replied and sighed
everyone knows the story
of the man the white rabbit prince.
The peacemaker between heaven and hades
the lover who rescues his love from the flames
but who’s heart can never be tamed
or be told because he would go mad
end up sad and old,
and not being able to fore fill the will of the goddess.
Then the father began to stress
the sons importance nevertheless,
the son had an inclining his dad wasn’t letting on
the full story.
So he had to find one
he looked and looked
and searched and searched
down dale and over birch
became a scientist
overworked.
He didn’t believe in any more stories
of space and time
myths and legends were not on his mind.
Until he met a woman
beautiful and free
a spirit of life’s mystery.
She would tell him stories
read him verse
he fell in love with her
so much worse
than ever a man has fallen before.
What he didn’t realise is she had depression,
it was her curse
even with his love it seemed
to get worse
the stories she told
grew ever more dark and bold
until she took her life.
But not before he had taken her for a wife.
Meanwhile the world had become full of strife
wars and famine sapped Gaia’s life
the Earth was failing
it’s life support System grew weak.
But the man was too aggrieved to notice
he wouldn’t go outside
his love lost he could never hide
as the world was falling apart
so was his heart.
He saw a child crying outside his window
though,
and went to comfort
the boy orphaned by war
then the man realised something needed to done.
As he surveyed
the desolate landscape he prayed
to the goddess of blue
she granted him of vision.
Where he’d have to choose the life of the world
Or the lover he knew.
He cried out you bitch!
You goddess of the insane!
I will not make the choice I will not be to blame.
For my lover is my heart but this world has born many souls
including mine.
What right have I to choose
which side to win which side to lose
I want to be happy.
Fraught with pain
he made his decision he overcame
he chose to solve the problems of mankind.
Preaching to them and showing them sciences
mysteries in one
stories of humanity being different but ultimately the same
Being one.
That on top of the people being tired of war
made peace the law
he sometimes wished he’d chose
the other choice.
But then he realised
he hoped he supposed he’d be able with all his knowledge
and wisdom.
That he’d be able to help her if they’d ever meet again in hades
or wherever he’d be able to save the woman he loved from the same fate.
As he died of old age
he prayed that hed be reborn
with the wisdom of a Sage
so when he was reborn into
Hades shades
he grew to be a wise man still
but he always felt something was missing.
Until he saw a woman
she was mysterious
but he sensed her heart was pure
he was struck by her allure
so he went over to meet her.
she told him she was the Queen
of this land that stretched out to the sea.
The Citadel of tears was her residence
The sage asked why was it called the Citadel of tears?
She replied because “I have been a Queen for the longest time
butI have never found a husband to be mine,
and there is ghost in my dreams that cries
because she is lost
in a sea of sadness.
Madness her veil of midnight
hiding her face
she cries for the husband she lost
her touch is cold like the frost
in my dream.”
The Sage held her hand
kissed on the forehead
it was more than he could stand
to see a woman
clothed in pain,
he imagined her tears
falling like rain.
he said “I will pray
for a vision today
to save you from your dismay.”
When he slept
a dream crept
into his mind
of a man and a woman very much in love
but the woman was stung with a curse
her mirth was strangled
with tears
with overblown fears,
that took her life
and left him lonely
with only the wisdom
to help those around the land.
But now he had planned to save her
then the dream ended
the Sage was resolved to save the queen
to speak to the ghost
in her dreams.
So the next night
he held the Queen’s hand tight
as she fell asleep.
Hours passed she began to moan and weep as if in pain
he prayed he asked the goddess of blue to go into her dreams
he began to lose consciousness
and fall asleep.
In the dream the ghost was weeping
the Sage approached her
gently he asked her why she was crying
fearing her reproach.
She replied “I am lost and I have lost the one I loved
that is why I had you come and find me
now you must set me free.
I am the Queens subconscious we are the same person
and we have been waiting for you husband of mine.”
“How do I know this to be true?” asked the sage
the ghost clasped his hand and lifted her veil,
he knew her face
it was his wife from the previous life.
He didn’t notice the frost the cold of the dream was thawing melting around them
smoke was forming then licks of flame began to burn,
but he wasn’t afraid
he embraced her and kissed her wildly
flames surrounded them
touching their bodies but not hurting them
flames of passion
igniting their souls.
The Queen and the Sage woke from the dream together
knowing they were meant to be with each other for forever.
The mirror
There were two children at the start of universe
A boy and a girl and a mirror
The Girl hid from the boy and used to play tricks on him
He just stared at the mirror
One day she intended to play another trick on him
She found him on the other side of the mirror
In the land he had created within the mirror
A land of magic and dreams.
No matter what she did she couldn’t get through
So she smashed the mirror but all she found of the boy
Was the world he created.
The moonchilds story
She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.
Dragons cave
You had made it, your companions had all died or fled for their lives. The Dragons cave the treasure it was all yours. However you looked entranced at the mirror which gleamed with dragons head and green jewelled burning eyes. Not knowing of the ancient curse of the witch who owned the cave and its gleaming treasures. Suddenly your eyes of blue became slits of venomous green. The dragons curse was to become yours. Your heart beating faster and faster than ever before. Sweat was dripping out of every pore, skin reforming scaly and green. Blackened claws painfully breaking through all your fingernails. Your legs and arms flailing about as the pain becomes excruciating as there are sickening crunches as bones grow and reform. Your breath gasping then a roar as you exhale. Horns pierce through skin and scales breaking through your forehead. Your jaw breaks and moves forward into a reptile form. Teeth lengthen and grow sharp. Muscles once human and tired stretch and lengthen strengthen with every fibre reformed. Nostrils flare you are caught within the glare of the mirror again in the cave of the dead dragon a new dragon emerging from the hell of transformation. But instead of feeling sadness now you felt a fiery rage that you wanted to set free from its cage of constraint. The people of the city you came from who dismissed you as a vagabond are about to know the meaning of revenge.
