Who gave you back your swagger, mcjagger

Who gave you the glints in your eyes

the tints of blue skies

without clouds

the angels couldn’t shroud your beautiful soul

I often take strolls

but doll your soul is gold

I am often left with fire when I reminisce

we never kissed

I made a promise like a watcher in the dark

your smile lights my way like a spark.

You were too bright to be a diamond

You were too bright to be a diamond

a halo of brightest stars

a lover beyond the tears of a heroine

a remembrance

of the classical

the divine

you could be chiselled in marble

yet heart is flesh

but your soul is held in golden sunlight

and yet you are my darkness

in your shade

I carry the obsidian blade

to protect you

and sacrifice my heart.

I can’t be the man you want

No matter how you change the font

words stay the same

I know I am not your type, am I to blame?

I could be made of muscles with six pack and broad shoulder and arms of Steel

but I am not

I could be a scientist with a silver tongue eloquent or just very well hung

I am me there is only one version of myself

I can’t change

or rearrange

I realise my limitations

I won’t be able to perform and act as an imitation

I am who I am

Love me or let me go

for its you I love I know you know!

The God detective

The God detective

Through out my life my abstract mind has been able to detect and find patterns in life and the words people say. I know that life is a deeper mystery than people in the field of science and psychiatry think.
I have battled with my demons, demons which I still battle. I rattle the cage fight in the desperate stages and write in the pages of my own story. I maybe a dragon falling off the wagon of sanity. However I am intrigued by her she is the greatest story I will ever gain. I know her name is Sophia she is the girl with many faces.

I still see her sometimes though it’s strange the voices quieten and sometimes even stop. Is this a coincidence?

Art by Zoe Zass

I have loved you across lifetimes

Burning bright and resilient

burning and brilliant

I love yous unsaid

I held the key to heaven

in my right hand

it was to the back door

I broke into her house to tell her I loved her

I knew her across life times

I am in conversation with the goddess

now I am in distress

I love her nevertheless

she said she’d read all my poems

she speaks to me in my head

and tells me she hates me

but in songs she tells me she loves me sometimes

Sophia I hope you find your wisdom

and the key I threw away

I loved you across life times

did you know?

I just want to go home

Without you I am bird with broken wings

I cannot sing

My God

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.

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