My god won’t fit in my veins
won’t fit in this skin
she doesn’t wear a skirt
she has shed her skin
She is a soul
she wears many faces
Many races worship her
she has many names
and cannot be tamed
my god is a woman
she’s the soul of the universe
clothed in darkness and white light
and the many shades of the rainbow
and she knows wisdom we all seek
and sometimes she sends angels to peak
through the clouds
and sometimes she is quiet, whispering, loud
and she speaks to me in dreams
and carries the weight of her universe
in her purse.
Tag Archives: woman
Lockdown Lover
Under cover running from the law
with my lockdown lover wanting more
It started with zoom chats
and synchronised watching of Netflix films
then we fired up the kiln
of love
No social gatherings
my life is unraveling
this was before we were allowed a bubble
I knew she was trouble
when we started this fling
now it’s become a thing
Texting
Sexting
lovers tings
Skype and zoom
our love bloomed
but then we wanted to meet
I snuck round her house
she wore a sexy lingerie
but someone dobbed us in
as they heard us causing a din
So now I have been fined
but at least her heart is mine.
The grail
Old bones
ancient thrones
no where to sit
I write thrift shop poetry
so I can be with you
forgive you
for writing graffiti all over my wall
some beggars stand tall
amidst the rubble
some people like power, I admit it’s trouble
I want to set sail
find the holy grail
but she’s already found
I want to sing songs make sounds
I want to kiss her pursed lips
but mad quips make me a fool
I just drool
but pennies fall down wishing wells
I yearn for her voice it’s all I hear
but in the door way to other worlds
I may find her
or a kinder version
it’s the waters the cup of immersion.
Heaven is heartache
Heaven is heart ache
just beating in my chest
At least it’s still there
It gives me no rest.
I turned down a goddess in her underwear
just so I could play saviour
all my dreams made of paper
nightmares paper cuts
doomed to hear the words of sluts
Starving just to lap up leftovers up
I dream of being a hero
but I am fascinated by the villainess
the heroine is too much of a drug
I slug it out with my mind but depression is a thug
dominating my ever move
I love to dance but my song isn’t my groove
Self isolation sleeping beauty
Sleeping on a bed
waiting for the world to stop it’s lockdown
you are a vision of beauty
waiting for this pandemic pandemonium to cease
you didn’t eat a poisoned apple
you just sleep,
waiting for the apocalypse
or a prince’s lips to kiss
oxygen is hard to come by
and we can’t let you go
you sleep, waiting for the virus to stop
we give you a shot
of antibiotics.
The nurses and doctors know
that you a few days left to show
whether you’ll recover
your life and find a lover.
But this life is cruel and unfair
we love you
but you look back at us with a blank stare…
Atlas
It tares apart like paper
born from a saviour’s verse
The devil doesn’t mind, she makes it worse
I collect the curses
I recycle them like newspaper
rhetorical rhymes
in my life of grime.
I shine like the steeple of church
but I’d rather be the birch the trunk of a tree
for this a goddess induced reality
Wisdom causing minds full of incoherent clarity
I lose my faith wandering in garden labyrinths
the chances are we won’t find the goddess or her nymphs
or there chalices in the angles or angel absinthe
that we drink or think outside our boxes
so neat we feel no feeling in our defeat
yet we drink it all down
like sad pathetic clowns
in the pubs wearing our overalls and scrubbing away.
Polishing our lamps just to find genies or djinn
in our lives that our extraordinary and full of sin
yet we all fall beneath the skin
the earth full of mud and shit
the page half written is full of it
yet it feeds us and bears fruit
forms the roots of all we cultivate
for man is no man unless he has a little hate
and enough love to permeate
his sad heart
beating in tune to the bleeding womb
he wants to enter
another grand venture
trying to give his child
the wisdom of being wild
and free while they try to chain his children
with the care they placed on his shoulders
I love you Atlas don’t get tired
Or older the love that beats in your soul
don’t let the fire get colder…
Waiting for the girl in the fire
I have tried to keep my promises
I have tried to keep my vows
I have tried to keep my actions
I have tried to keep my course locked on you
I have held your voice in my head
when will it be my turn to save you instead
you the woman in the flames
on a throne of white light
I am desperate to fight
for the right to hold you in my arms
When will we speak with tongues unguarded
by the rules they have written
we all mean something to one another
Sisters and brothers
you are the word of love in my mouth
the song in my heart
you are the mornings light
the birds dancing mid flight
You told me you’d need me in the future
The flames descend from the sky
I am you and you are me
Yin and yang’s everlasting embrace
I know our soul cannot just die.
Mum
Your kind words guide me, your gentle hands wipe away my tears
you fight fiercely to protect me from all my fears
You are my mother the one who brought me into the world
No one can break the bond we have
Even through the bittersweet memories
and the many roles you fulfil
you looked after me through the many times I was ill
and I am a reflection of all the love you have shown
You were my only friend in times when I was alone
You encouraged me when I felt like breaking
you took me places to see the world and you made me awaken
You still tell stories and give me words to tell
Mum in my heart you will always have a space to dwell
You lighten the weight on my shoulders
You make me feel as if I can take on anything now I am older
Mum you are the one who has time for me even when life is cluttered full
you gave my life more joy than I can ever appreciate still.
The eternity ring
Of all the things that sting
is that I know your future life
It grates to know that I wait
for this is my last one
I am overcome with sadness I am undone
as we talk at cross purposes
What loneliness and hurt this is
I promised you that I’d wait for ever as your best friend
but love shatters like glass in the end
You are my mirror…
Andover ash tree stream
Andover means ash tree stream
The ash tree was said to be the tree of life
we are born from its ashes.
Andover ash trees
Rising from the Ash trees
we are the dust
from those trees
the first man and woman rose from the ashes
maybe we were born in the fires
of dead worlds
every boy and every girl
are Phoenix souls