Given the gift
of sight
we fight and wrestle
nestling
in escapism
but it’s a prison.
she is out there
Sophia the goddess of wisdom
she spoke to me when I was 7
now I am nearly 37
I hear her voice
like yin and yang
Speaking her words to me
Am I just hearing things?
Is my mind just broken and in a sling?
Or am I just another author with a gift?
You ask the devil why she can’t save the world
the silence is wounding.
It betrays
slays the meaning,
driven home.
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.
I sit and think of you
Our dates
The courting
the tender kisses
the way you are my Mrs
Our children and the way they’ve grown
the loneliness of our divorce
then I realise it’s all my mind
we haven’t even known each other that long
but in my head our connection our bond
makes we want to belong
in your life
even if it’s just fantasy lived in 10 mins
I feel like I could live a lifetime in your eyes
dreaming under starry skies.
The villain
I am so nasty
people stand aghast
I am so bad
you feel a draft
on a summers day
murderous glances pave the way
I am sick, I am ill
babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills
I am so abrasive
I am like invasive surgery
I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory
the devil herself could learn from me
I want pounds of flesh so burn with me
I am deathly shade
stalking the sun
I am the nightmare
in the night you run
I am evil
I told you to die
but chances are you’re petrified
I am so dishevelled
I make Darth Sidious look sprightly
Sith Lords can’t fight me
With just one flick of my fingers
and death lingers
I am psychologically deranged
so psychopathically strange
you wondered if I was ever sane
I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab
I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad
I framed Sherlock Holmes
and made him into an heroin addict
cause all my plays our that strategic
I even cheat death
in fact I own Azrael’s blade
I am villain, the one you crave.
Knotted fingers
this love lingers
on the tip of my tongue
in the inner workings of my heart and on
this is love that makes me strong
which binds me to the earth
and fosters rebirth
I look at the stars they shine for us both
for its you I love the most
and one day you will feel
the love that will make me kneel
this love which is real.
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
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.
Is it hidden?
This body language
which rides up
the hem of skirts and trousers
Is it a smile that stokes the fire
like a poker
is it the emotion of being a joker
a fear of being alone in the dark
no spark to light your way
Is it truth?
or is it fiction?
is it an addiction?
or is it in the scent
of pheromones or the way you gently moan
when you are touched that way?
like alley cats
we spit, bite and snarl
but all the while
we need the language of love
and it speaks through everything we say
but in mystery is still shrouded to this day.
This love is hard like a crystal
soft like I kissed you
the drop of dew on a rose
I love you more than I supposed
your eyes hold a religion
a candle in the dark
the spark which burns light.
your speech is familiar a voice that speaks
tears fall from eyes down my cheeks
but I want to hold you like gravity
and love you more than avidly
you are my truth
my story which will never be ordinary
you sends shivers down my spine
every time we meet
you are divine
and I can’t retreat
from our divide
Which is a singularity like a soul
which when it rises it burns out of control.
There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man