Navigating Solutions and Darkness

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes

The atheist called out  To the god she knew didn't exist 

Open iron traps and let the words fly What's it that boils in sunken veins? What leads the charge from inside? What brings pain? What softens it? The grasp of silence grows stronger by the hour 

Do you remember  A church, painfully blinding in its white,

Come now. 

  Demons fought/ Each

This year  I aim to be a spender Not an earner

To say goodbye is hard, worse is being made to feel like you were never there to begin with. 

Where's the poetry in life laid bare? In a personality undone rather than come undone?

  You haunt      my memories     my dreams     and      my pen strokes 

Don't insult my grief by giving it words. Don't pretend my pain means anything. Or nothing at all.

A poem, wherein Yogananda Paramahansa bullies the Almighty. 

Not a real person

Now Feeling: Like A Real Writer

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

Photo by  Clever Visuals  on  Unsplash Frankenstein was the monster’s name. There’s no such thing as climate change. A solero is a type of hat. The planet is not round but flat. Six is the legal drinking age. Women are paid an equal wage. Elvis was influenced by Take That. The planet is not round but flat. Achilles had a dodgy knee. Terror comes from refugees. Insomnia affects most cats. The planet is not round but flat. There are no fascists on the rise. A politician never lies. It’s impossible to change a fact. The planet is not round but flat. - Bryan Bilston (Source here)

Photo by  Allef Vinicius  on  Unsplash Dreams split wide/ Revealing The blood of delusions seeping through My head light/ dizzy A blood rush down and away/ Seeking egress Toes tapping against imaginary dances To the beat of a long dead story A string tied to a rib/ Only To be yanked viciously Follow on/ Or die alone bleeding Out from separation anxiety/ Separation From a rib that turns out to be More than a little important Once/ Or so the story goes Ariadne’s thread glowed bright Leading heart to heart through A labyrinthine world/ Twists And turns only to lead right back to you Always find my way back to you Once/ Or so the song is sung Until to ashes the magic yarn Fire-kissed twine did turn To reddish-copper burnished Sullen in the flames of betrayal Longer, stronger, worthless now/ Leading Off into a different world’s timelines A dull ache left behind Resounding/ with ...

Photo by Hasan Almasi, Unsplash What hands are these/ Reddened By complicity/ A baying silence In the shadow of the mob What greed is ineffectually condemned In the safety of self-righteous handwringing What thoughts pass unnoticed In muted prayers Of "Take any that Spare me" What will is signed Behind closed oaken doors of minds fraught With unease and laden with the roaring of guilt And whence comes the day With the dogs at the door What cats will slip on velvet paws Out the back door into oblivion And what birds will succumb To the tragedies they foretold in their morning chants

Photo by  Julien Millet  on  Unsplash I have words hiding inside my mind/ knocking to come out and I have forgotten the way/ white space rushes in to fill the gaps between the thoughts i meant to speak the memories fading like sick kittens i used to know crumpling inwards and downwards drowning never resurfacing/ one step after the next/ one key after the next/ a burning refusal of accountability/ a vengeance just out of reach/ breaths come fast and slow a few million hours sat in tapas absorbing the same damn tale over/ and over again/ fear and fury warring over details inconsequential both and engraved on the hearts of those long fossilized within the cooling embers of a forgotten tragedy

Photo by  Maid Milinkic  on  Unsplash Written August 24, 2014 I'm sure you've heard these words before  I'm sure these dreams have come a visiting Dropping in when you least expect them  Come to transport you  Back to a place you used to call home  A place where the roads were paved In the sounds of your footsteps  High heels running home  Feeling breathless and angry  Because they're all gone  They didn't care to wait for you  Didn't let you linger awhile  Sing a few more notes  Before the night takes its window signs down  A place where the air whispers of cinema  Of dreams you breathe in  Ballooning up within you  And you're rising up, up Up along with it  Because the cinema is just down the road All your paths take you  Back into the dreams you had  Of the boy in class who was/ Most definitely an actor's twin  A place where every night i...