Here lies love

The angels cast into the fire

the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire

hung on a tree for them to see

the angels die and so sleep

They creep into children’s daydreams.

Reincarnated as a hawk like man

It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late

to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold

but he will die alone when he gets old

ghosts are the only ones who believe

they will wait for his soul to be made free

the key to the universe is strength through love

but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites

it’s his fate…

Heart or Hope

Hope speaks

yet my heart feels

tears flow down my cheek

at least I am real

Hope or heart

to feel the pain

Or to look for the sunshine in the rain

Faking smiles

In rooftop terraces

the Ferris wheel of life

let me go off to murder my strife

A vacation for frustration

My heart is black hole

longing and empty, wilful and bold

Hope is bird singing in a distant cage

a heart is strange thing to age

with my ageing heart

I give you my wisdom and advice

but you won’t see the payment I made

the cut and paste words that shade

and shadow this page

the one I didn’t say which are hidden

But pave the way

Heart or hope

I cope and live for brighter days

when sunlight pours onto this desperate stage.

Movement

To continue we go

to continue to know

we must blow

the air to breathe

to believe

depression holding us back

the semi colon

but we thirst to move track

like trains on the railway

we must make our own way

forever in transit

and transformation

there are never enough homes

or railway stations

never enough elation

clever metaphors steal admiration

I love all the movement the sensations.

Faith love and hope

Broken effigies

Of idols

lost bibles

filled with lies

and old repeated sighs

Love stands indifferent

affirmations don’t fail

we set sail

for a love that doesn’t flail

about in the dark.

The spark in the dark

sets alight the blue touch paper

no matter the sabre

rattling

we won’t stop the love which sets us free

and chains us in one

overcoming hope rides

like a white horses galloping strides

we hold hands in the night

even if it’s in our minds

faith is a dreamer

a scheming mind

has to sing

in the deep waters of imagination

faith is belief

hope never extinguished

I hold your breath in my mouth

you blew in there

I am caught by your loving stare.

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

You are like a monkey puzzle tree

monkeys cannot climb

they cannot agree

On a way to ascend

your angry spine.

Their branches are a conundrum a solution

cannot be found

the monkeys all make a squawking kind of sound.

The monkeys have a headache they cannot solve

we have to wait for our ideas to evolve

before they can climb this tree.

But you are a walking talking puzzle

we don’t need, our brain is no muscle

but it needs a workout from time to time

patterns form rhymes

across the pages to spine

of the book.

But monkeys cannot read and humans won’t look

where you cast aspersions we mistook

for common sense

we can’t give you up for lent

monkey puzzle tree are misspent

like our youth

can monkeys really not climb these trees?

do we even care the truth bleeds

like monkey’s well worn hands

does anyone really understand?

King of nothing part 2

I am the king of nothing

I have the arrow of time

embedded in my chest

a song, a beating that cannot rest

I was a wild child

before life tamed me

I used to fight wars in my head

I still do

but love’s cogs and mechanism

are as lost as I am to you

I live, the universe lives in me

but I am royalty severed

I mind that cannot be tethered

only to her

No gold no frankincense no myrrh

I am man unpicked undone

I stand alone

but I serve her

and her throne.

The labyrinth of our life

There is kindness here if you can keep it in mind

there is sadness, remorse and discourse

that signals just how much I love you

However I walk in daylight and the rain

and it falls us both no ones to blame

in this labyrinth we have created

love blossoms in your absence

and yet you are with me in the movements of the trees

which seem to be watching me

and the leaves dance to your voice

or am I deluded I have no choice

but to believe.

The story we have weaved

like the rope that we marks our way

you are the light to my day

in the river your tears fall

I die in the labyrinth

calling your name on the wind

Hoping that you will hear it someday

my body decays

but memory stays

in your third eye

can love resurrect? Can it comply?

what was love but hope of your stay

in my heart forever you are with me I pray

for your speech echos in my head

this body but bone skin and sinew

I am lost in my monologue

I end where you begin I begin where you end

the last message I will ever send.

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet

Your Angel

they said she would hold your heart

in the deepest darkest part of her soul

her love for you burning like a curse out of control

but they lied or was it fate

because love is hate

war is peace

and you are still free

but dumb in this land of the glum

A setting sun wanting to be her equal

by the quill you write with

you fight with

you love her with respect

does she respect you?

for you were her favourite

where you depraved right?

To turn and walk and away

when she seeks other men to kiss on her pillow

you are just a weeping willow

she cries on

a somber song she lives on

But when is all said and done

you fight for her when the worlds unfair and wrong

you are her strength

the love given that makes her strong

and when she finally sees

the forest from the trees

will you guide her

keep her stride

for you and her make world collide.