The God detective

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

All that remains

All that remains

is the pain of knowing…

There’s magic in your skin

I want to hold you

my cold, bold heart wants to grasp

your hand

make you understand.

We are possessed by a spirit and it’s yours

for there is no cure for love

except drowning in it.

I ate an apple it reminded me of the sinners tale

but love in a garden cannot fail

if talk and walk again together

I know that the illusion of separation can be severed.

Ugly

I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ

but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule

I wish I my eyes were blue skies

I wish I set women’s hearts on fire

All I have are words

poetry

may trickle from my tongue like a tap

but I am not a male version of a honey trap

I may in some ways be wise

but people may want to keep their eyes closed

but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.

Schizophrenia

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..,

People have problems

People have problems

and the problems have people.

We grow hope but it’s up the church steeple.

I want to talk about mine but no one listens

they are arguing and talking loudly missing

the point

all my words are disjointed

why should yours take preference let’s talk about mine

see mine are more pressing so let’s not whine about yours

for let’s face it you don’t want hear what’s bottled up in my daily dose of fears

you’ve all got your problems

can I turn into a sad little shadow

haunting a corner of a solitary room

there’s no room for me in your gloom

And tombs aren’t the sought of place

for the daily rat race

so shout the loudest

be proud of your problems

let me be an agony aunt

for you when it’s my turn you won’t or can’t…

listen…

Expander

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.

Fighting myself

Fighting with myself

Broken limbs

cracked sin

ripped out heart

my brains strewn across the pavement

I refuse enslavement

I maybe depraved

I am a mad messiah

I graffiti my messages

On your Facebook wall

stand tall

because I won’t be a bore

Love is the law

A statement from my heart and jaw

Which Daniel will you choose

I am the punch and bruise.

Lockdown loner

Alone in all this

is a devil’s deathly kiss

the silence is terrible

this isn’t bliss

it’s the opposite.

The composition

of terrible dreams,

yearning for vaccines

and cures

longing to be with her.

But knowing silence won’t speak

and won’t brush the tears of my cheek

my only way out round my Dads

But we are all sad

separation

saps us and our frustration

talks in to us in the dark

and nightmares come to claim our spark

the uncertainty makes its mark

and the only joy I can gain

Is giving Christmas presents in my pain

to children I hope I will make feel better

and the light of their smiles will free me

and will feed more than Christmas food.