Back to life

Reaching out to a gift
So high the guardians sit on clouds,
A emerald sky emanating so much light
Even the kings are forced to bow.

Emotions hallucinate with such glory
Celebrate and dance with relief,
Grief has been their prisoner for so long
Torturing the emptiness of belief.

Life is first only to choice
Freedom conquering death,
Eyes forced to view in perspective
The lost souls, our loss would of left.

It’s not for us equals to judge
How connected ties choose to live,
Selfish minds will always act to survive
All we can do is forgive.

Darkness

A thought ‘What if,
Revealed as A gift
From the devil,
Once hearing the words
They can’t be unheard.

Statement for the foolish
And nonsensical
Whose beliefs fall inside comfort,
Where only black and white exists
Living Joy swapped for awkwardness

Motivated and elated
Until intrusive doubt hits,
Irrational thoughts whisper
‘What if, what if’
Spoiling a moment on high
Disfiguring the feeling
Of laughing to a cry

Humour swamped by fear,
Freedom put in pockets
Until the unsuspecting host
Lays in wait for a chemical reprieve
From a biological resolution
A Pill to recieve.

When tablets run dry
Whose there to clear the sky
From the blue clouds,
Frustrated on a belief so false
Constantly Irritates general functions,
The guilt hurts the most

Unsuspectingly the will gives in,
It Surrenders to the voices
That bring emotions of doom
To the places where you once sang,
The choice from this time
Is not whether to run or fight,
Curl up and freeze,
Its whether to jump or hang

Affliction

When do you set an addict free
She asked herself
To be free of the pain
And let the mouth finally run dry

When the blood is Polluted
To the point of evaporation
And spills from every orifice,
The tank is full

When denial is life
And words on repeat,
Do we break away
And let our safety release

When once bright eyes
Look back vacant and cold
Is it now the time
To let the stranger go

No more lying or living pretend
Own now your Destiny of how it will end

Reach my dear, reach to the stars
Drift high so the addict will fade,
Though the body will wither and die
Your soul at least, will be saved.

Where we Belong

No-one speaks of the son
The true pick pocket of the mind
The embezzler of certainty
Who mocks the deaf and blind

Though master keeps the throne
The aire runs the house
Faceless threat of the scare dimension
Who strung his kids and spouse

Escape never earned
No retreat, only forward
Scarring for the returned
Whipping for a coward

As mortal life is sucked
You die imagining of fairy tales
Reality smells of torture
Of crucifixion from rusty nails

Death bed made in plain sight
Implants dreams of no tomorrow
Sleep tight on pools of blood
A grave so deep and shallow.

Unofficial Friends

Now the pain has decreased from my heart
The force from others is strong and stalks
Hard to be neighbouring for fear of being pulled under
Once my empathy laid low, now it gladly talks
Fight or flight, flight is to flee from the crowd
Their emotions burn and frustrate the internal light
A forced hand gives a gift to help people
Silent voices have grown noisy and bright

Ignorance is for the weak, empathy for the strong
Quieten own torment gives hope to clamp down others
Whispers are shouts heard through loud mediums
Their parents children, rejected by society mothers
Listening is vital, accepted is desired
Once heard entitled to breakdown and cry
An acoustic ear has never been so powerful
Emotions congruent, a glare picks up a lie

Nerves affecting both sides, each brave and alone
Strangers are closer through speech and a mutual stare
Powerful bond that stems from separate trauma
A weaponless ally that shifts on opposite chair
A commitment made, a relationship formed
Built on emotion, pain and the spoken word
One listens, hears, holds its partners past
Each human equal, just wanted to be heard

Distracted and advasive but time needs time
In the beginning we are all free falling
Resistance and confusion veers from chosen path
Reminded and affirmed this is their internal calling

A damaged voice may carry many passengers
A story with many long psychological wars
Dual heads held high by a relational depth
This the first step in a trip of emotional tours.

Star Gazing

I won’t believe in heaven
Though I believe in Hell
The only thing that keeps the madness away.
My mind is open
To any misinterpretation
A haven for Demons to play

Once I was born
The personality imprint
Became damned and tainted.
Face a blank canvas
An expression of confusion
With a scream half drawn and painted.

Followed the crowd
Of youth and pollution
A gang formed by the easily led.
Convinced by the voices
That while I’m alive
My thoughts are better unsaid.

Forsaken

Wipe the moisture from words spoken
Then was a different time.
A shallow belief in the healing power
Years bring.
Not only appearances change
Internal aspects develop
Maturing to produce surprising acts.

I wish we would meet once more
My personality now encouraged to spread.
Stood from where it hid
Shadowed and intimidated
By beauty and popularity.

I was neither in my own eyes
Abuse proved the ideals of my self worth
Mirrored and lived
Through the script of thoughts.

Still my reflection is disgruntled
Shattered pieces of soul
Lay floored
Depicting memories of scattered remains.