Hallucinations

Hallucinations in my mind

carelessly unkind

stories in time

lies told

the truth smeared like ink

the pen tangled with delusions

confusing skin

I close my mind you enter in

the night howls

I cower

hour by hour

will the sky fall

I dream for us all

or it seems that way

I hallucinate a story

I cannot tell

my own personal hell

and yet heaven resides in there as well.

Halluc-in-nation

You dream a nation

where freedom exists

here’s a bomb here’s a fist

here’s a Judas kiss

Here’s a fakery a fake news story

here’s a page 3 star

here’s cars which burn rubber

and men and women who slumber

You dream of a nation

where all are equal

without a dystopian sequel

you get regret

paths delusions you shouldn’t of met

if you can’t live with your neighbours

how can we have saviours

if we can’t tell corporations to pay taxes

then maybe we should sharpen our axes

and yet the rich get richer

and they stitch up

Our bodies in bags

drag us away

Did I hallucinate a brighter day

when all we need is so simple

and yet the ripples

for that day get further away

and dissipate

Into merely nothing

were we bluffing when we fought

to gain rights

or is it that tv dreams

and Pc and phone screens

are so much of a distraction

that we can’t get a meaningful interaction

between all of us

we curse and cuss

but we just hallucinate distrust

the nation we want

still lies in us.

Truth and life

Sadness doesn’t stain skin

or truth pierce a heart

but I reckon you will feel sadness is life’s art

and contrasting happiness

although not merely pain alleviated

I meditate,

I mediate

between the angel

we try to be

and the devil

who’s eyes we see in the mirror

the constant battle

between letting go

and belonging to the life you know.

Beautiful in a different way

The night bathes the moon

in the gloom only the white of the moon shows

save the distant stars

I am gazing

at the moon

wondering whether it knows

about the sun

The one it reflects

and yet is hidden

I sometimes think

that I am the night to your day

but heaven is humility or so they say

but the moon when full

is beautiful in a different way.

All we needed was love

You ask the devil why she can’t save the world

the silence is wounding.

It betrays

slays the meaning,

driven home.

Is god into much of a coma

to answer from his throne?

Alexandria defender of man

The woman who said she was the devil

Who won’t reveal her pain

Only the scars on her wrist

All you needed to save the world was love

Like the scars told me.

Affirmation for growth

If you give me love

I will give you friendship

if you give me respect

I will be your mirror

if you forgive my faults

I will catapult my soul towards you

if you treat me with compassion

I will fight for you

If you trust me I will grasp your hand

and I will understand

if you give me your time

I will reveal my secrets

if your kindness reaches my heart

I will repay with honesty

all the luck penny’s you wished

when flicking them down the well.

You believe heaven’s a heart beat away

Oh you believe heaven is a heart beat away

It floats away like a summers day

all entrances fade to grey

all your dreams turn to night

you gave away all your sadness it turned to madness and fright

bleeding affray, in moons sight

wolves are wolves

but even they bask under the moons glow

you believe your dreams aren’t hollow

but how many lives must you lead

to know heaven is here it’s every story told

you play a character, you are freedoms child.

Do I really like poetry

Do I really like poetry?

Do I like the words, the rhythms

the meanings driven

up the motorways of life?

the cars spilling out pollution

the arguments with the wife

do I like the metaphors and similes

that are born from revelations and strife?

I like lyrics

Lyrically well placed

we played puns

heart strings strummed

I like the cadence of thoughts

the odd political retaught

the answers to the universe that fit on a postcard

and s-t-r-e-t-c-h

Across the forest of pines

but I want to find the answers that are mine

that is why I write

to set my own page alight

with my own theories

I must never become too weary

world worn

I answer your lies with a word storm

and the words become me.

Life is sweet and sour

You were a butterfly

fluttering in the headlights

of a car.

A wolf looking up at the stars

and crying to the moon

a vigil for the resurrection

a epiphany born of introspection.

sad souls are bought and sold

the tired get old.

cold frozen hands

cut the cloth

to form gloves

We lose our love

in the pursuit of what drives us.

arriving in the arms

of a woman’s charms

love, sex and capitalism’s false religion

got us sitting in our own supermarket in superstition

old mechanisms for control

they own our souls

freedom is for fools anyway

enslave yourself pave your own path

the aftermath of life isn’t death

it’s a body, a cage without breath

or is it that the soul

wants to look with wonder

and ponder

it’s own reality

it’s sweet and sour.

The villain

The villain

I am so nasty

people stand aghast

I am so bad

you feel a draft

on a summers day

murderous glances pave the way

I am sick, I am ill

babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills

I am so abrasive

I am like invasive surgery

I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory

the devil herself could learn from me

I want pounds of flesh so burn with me

I am deathly shade

stalking the sun

I am the nightmare

in the night you run

I am evil

I told you to die

but chances are you’re petrified

I am so dishevelled

I make Darth Sidious look sprightly

Sith Lords can’t fight me

With just one flick of my fingers

and death lingers

I am psychologically deranged

so psychopathically strange

you wondered if I was ever sane

I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab

I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad

I framed Sherlock Holmes

and made him into an heroin addict

cause all my plays our that strategic

I even cheat death

in fact I own Azrael’s blade

I am villain, the one you crave.