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In the beginning there was Mind
In the beginning
There’s was mind
then there were thoughts
written in time
We were twin flames
I was your first word
you are my soul
I come from you
as we all do
Soul spirit and happenings
became time
you Alice Sophia holiest of spirits
are my reason and rhyme
thoughts and souls entwined
We are one torn in two
I love you more than you think I do
I want to take you home
where we can roam free
But the fire waits for you and me
One last test to be free…
Facing Mortality
Facing Mortality
Facing dreary days
Death is a book read
the ending said outloud
I might have 20 good years left
schizophrenics die sooner than Neurotypicals
I believe our consciousness lives on
after this skin fails
A skeleton flails in the dark gasping for air in its lungs
while its soul breaks free
of the old carcass or chrysalis
in a way I have been searching for a exit
no need to hex it
let’s go
this life a daydreaming visage
a stage we barge through
Without any dialogue
only what we choose
My circumstances bruise
what can life do but promise a lot
then end
I love you all message click send
Ode to baked beans
I used to eat baked beans as a child
I found comfort in their tomatoey taste mild
I used to dip in my chips and fish fingers
as a sauce to tickle my tongue and linger on
now I have them with a cheesy baked potato
or mix in some chilli powder
the taste still comforts me I am not much of a chef but I am prouder
of my efforts when the beans taste different or better than their original taste
I try not to waste
any of the beans
I remember my friend eating them cold
but I wasn’t impressed or sold
on this idea
I think they need to be at least warm
I suppose they are still edible my friends way
but maybe in habits we cannot stray
even though our tastes may change
I like to think I am not that strange!
Maslow’s pyramid
Ensnared enslaved
by not having our needs met.
A modern day trap, a net
Their self efficacy built upon the billions
who will never have their needs addressed
just giving them their trauma and stress
No room for karma
just workers enslaved by big pharma
and tech
living on the streets or renting
Never venting
never getting to the top
just growing rich peoples crops
the pyramid weighs us down
the weight of a rich persons crown
who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised
while bullying billions of lives.
we cannot reach the top
too many distractions and traps
Life is unfair it has no map.
Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb
life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.
Don’t believe the hype?
Don’t believe the hype
it’s all tripe
I fight to be heard
with powerful words
but sometimes I fall short
a butterfly caught
in agonising self expression
another session
of writing does it yield results?
heart felt words
and worlds I have built
love and blood I have spilt
my flowers wilt
I try to water and nourish them
but they break at the stem
but I need them
I am my confidence
my ego defined
yet I mine
for excellence
for written talent
But I fall
sometimes short
another poet who’s caught in the block
a rock stopping my river from flowing
I live in knowing that I want to be a success
and in this I can never rest.
The Throwaway poet
A Throwaway poet
With throwaway poems
trying to sow seeds of change
to rearrange
Your thoughts and life
My rhymes are tight
but like paper I recycle ideas
put them in new ways
to pave the roads to futures unseen
where we can dream
I am a poet put my poetry in the bin
read once but change within
come back and memorise my verse.
I am the vessel for my pen
even when
you can’t see me I am philosophising
comprising
of revolutionary action
but maybe I am too much of a distraction
to make you do any action
or you are too distracted
with your contract
your job
To bother with Dan
I am just a man
who thinks he can write poetry
so throw my digital poems in your recycling bin
and letter the paper burn
or compost
I am you and all you have lost
I am the pages
the war you wage
from this desperate stage
In this level of the game
you can throw me away but you will know my name.
Darkness turning into light
Darkness turning into light
my fright turning into fight
all sadness I restrained
turned into love
my eyes focused on her
my picture on the wall
a flower opening her petals like wings
begins to make me sing
I know my true foes are triumph and disaster
both are foolish things to master
I am time
the fading
into blades of grass
then emerging into the everlasting
I am cast into the fiery furnaces of hell
tempered by water the river banks swell
the steel of sword that comes out my mouth
Will protect the people I love
but sometimes will fly away like doves
and the bullets fired
Will miss
and we will kiss them away
with words that heal
and reveal
hidden truths
like super sleuths
and detectives
that are respected.
This life
This life chaotic
hypnotic
energy rushes
gushes all around me
A sea of endless particles of pain
I look for the sunshine within the rain
the rainbows light
all fight leaves me
but I won’t give into its spite
the hate breathes
makes you believe
In humanities downfall
It’s a tall order
living this life in the borders of strife
where there’s no passport to any heaven
or any country in that region
the engine
the cogs of the machine
have us enslaved
even lucifer when he stood up to god
was thrown down and fell
into hell.
This life is pernicious cruel and harsh
most kindness is given by hard graft
and the silence is sometimes the only thing
that makes us less daft
for in speaking harsh words are sprayed
like bullets across the page
or in our ears
giving us fear and tears
that scar our sanity
in this reality
where we study someone’s psyche
but not its creator the hater who crafted their malice and spite
and if we don’t realise that they in turn were also formed from people who didn’t always give a fuck
and told them their so called inner truth
Just to toughen them up,
and yet they didn’t water them with love
or feed them with grace
they deliberately chastised their minds
with words that were unkind
just to make them their clones
the worker unquestioning drones
You shouldn’t base your life
on the ideals and ideas
of people who gave way to fears
and insecurities
give your life to making yourself you
a loving kind person a shining beacon a colourful hue.
Helicopter lover
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
But that was in those golden days
now I am like a stray
like dog on heat about to have the snip
I want to take a dip in your seas
Babe please
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
I don’t know what to do I love you
but I am lost
look at what love costs
a day a week or a year
I look back to those golden times
diamond hard like my rhymes
Look you probably don’t even remember
me from January to December
you’ve moved on
but how can I be so wrong
to love you…