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.
Angels bleed in and around me
you ask me for sanity
I only ask for a reason.
The place where sleeping angels lie
was it a mistranslation?
are they alive or dead?
All those angels sleeping in my head
I knit the truth from telling lies
like the stories I use to tell truth
I stand aloof.
My story an angel’s tale
and I flail all at sea
a sea of tears
which has fallen from a billion eyes
Set on the backdrop of broken promises
yours and mine
A heart bleeds divine
but like the ticking clock it has to stop
when the batteries fail.
When the rain cries for me
would you follow my story?
It’s not ordinary.
I trap them in my fire, in my hell
I broke into her house just to tell her
I loved her soul to bones
I just can’t leave her alone
old Father Time was sleeping in his arm chair
but I found we had traded places
the woman with many faces
and many time lines
my crime is I wasn’t able
To put all my cards on the table
I am the life you never lived
the man you couldn’t forgive
for leaving you alone on your marble throne.
love Andover poem of the day false hope?
Poem and commentary around the idea of hope formed from a short poem I wrote about a bird singing while being trapped in hell.
The tides of time flow beneath my feet
Rippling and flowing uncertainty
I am fish in the waters of constant change
Unpredictable ain’t it strange
Will I be eaten by my disability?
Devoured by the shark like features of my own mind?
The stormy waves inside my heart
Will not just depart
The sea the tides of time
Hide my lost treasure sinking in the deep forever
Atlantis a lost city in a watery graveyard
Drowning wreckage of lost sailors
the waves hold a watery vigil
a siren like fate waits
For me with a lover who could save me
or cast me into the murky depths
Maybe the seas of time are all our tears combined
throughout time inside are all our aspirations we cast our nets for
and still we cry more than we catch
So the seas are maintained
For us to sail on…