Bring your brains
to the zombies
bring your flesh
to the wolves
fight the undead
finish their reign
give chills to the air
and remember human beings
can dream up monsters
with one imaginative thought or stare.
When Facebook is filled with memes
broken pictures and shattered dreams
when you respond with a haha like
but no one recognises your plight
when they are too busy finding out their character is that of a potato
and you get ignored but don’t hate though
when they share posts like who would narrate your life
and you want to get out of that conversation because it probably be piers Morgan and his wife
remember you chose to live on Facebook and be a troll
and life is out your door and off your phone which is sucking away your soul.
Inside therapy if I ever had
an answer to a life so sad
in the mirror cold to the touch
we clutch at straws, we miss so much
I am your answer for now
chemicals causing balance
but still the illness wakes
shakes in answer to the sadness
which I cannot shake
I am the mist the fog
the court is in session
and I see chemicals
an covert addiction.
When having someone to talk
to in the early days
May have prevented my fear and depressed ways.
I am sending you my hopes and prayers
but I swear there will be no Hollywood endings
I am sending you my dreams and aspirations
born of perspiration
But there are no fairy tales here.
Set sail for distant lands
But it’s all just dust and sand
I know there is magic I heard it on the freezing breeze
in the coughs of old men
but life can’t give you a happy ending
you have to find it yourself
and accept it for what it is…
Card board cut out of humans
would you choose them?
they deny, won’t answer the questions why
because fake news and lies
are easier than
telling us, we fucked up man!
all across the lands
they cling to power
while the environment goes sour
and pollution paves the way
for all our graves
and science to them doesn’t mean a thing
because they are dreaming of fat salaries
and tax breaks for themselves
shopping carts and working class elves
we are broken when we can’t tell the truth
they hide behind a smoke screen aloof
but we should get the children asking the questions
because it’s their world not these clandestine people
who yearn for power and are evil.
Twisted to a make a weapon for fools
perspective is not a collective entity
eventually will we see
that truth is a hydra
a multi faced dragon
but the only way to have justice
is to discover the rightful face
in the echoes of sanity
we will see the truth displayed
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
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.
Every night or so it seems
My nightmarish dreams
come into play
fighting my corner
Since I was born yeah
my families stress
won’t let me rest
even if it is in the past
it seems to last
I am a slave
I can’t be saved
Locked in battle I can’t win
A scapegoats sin.
You ask the devil why she can’t save the world
the silence is wounding.
slays the meaning,
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.
Sectioned and arrested for telling the police you thought you were Jesus Christ
life is mad no need to look twice
god dies at 16 without a wife
he kills himself in metaphorical death
living his life as someone else bereft
Of the life he should of led
why do anything dead body but be what’s left?
the only difference between god and devil, is choice?
left alone with a shadow self’s caged voice
life hits like a tidal wave
and it’s a close shave
that no one can save
I am the choice the blade
cutting myself to fit in
rubbing out what I have written
Equally cursed as blessed
the rule of three undressed.
and under stress.
This poem was written from experience of mental illness and psychosis. I believe as pieces of this kaleidoscopic universe we our all God or gods and goddesses in our own right. That may put me at odds with science but that’s what I believe that we are the universe experiencing itself in various depths and levels.