With Lucifer I fell as flame To the lowest point Now I'm high again Smoking wings and burning joints On cloud 9 and it looks like rain Take me to the #zenith of the Gods I'll write poems on paper aeroplanes Origami fireworks will explode Nothing will drag me from the sky #vss365

I thought I would be there by now While my arms were strong And my reserves immortal I thought I would reach the heights And look down with youth Look ahead at many years Walking with my dreams I am yet to reach the #zenith What fucker put all these obstacles In my way. #vss365

Force A Smile Which Drops, A Tired Mask After A Show, And Exposes The Ravines In Which Deceit Hid In Rooms Full Of Games Of Make Believe, Where Everyone Knows But Pretends Not To. An Endless Charade Which Has Become Real, Just Because It I Smile When I Shouldn't. #vss365

Force A Smile Which Drops, A Tired Mask After A Show, And Exposes The Ravines In Which Deceit Hid In Rooms Full Of Games Of Make Believe, Where Everyone Knows But Pretends Not To. An Endless Charade Which Has Become Real, Just Because I Smile When I Shouldn't. #vss365

The fog broke Into grey lumps With tusks For medicine Which doesn't work God asked for a refund But Chaos was out In his hot pants With a mystic python Name of Surreal #vss365

I hibernated in your cave Slept against your perfect pearl Dreamt I heard your whispered lust Moist words against my filthy mind I climbed into the deep #surreal Drowned in salty depths of time With no passport to stay forever The future brought me to my senses #vss365 #BardBits

At night, when the city walks I walk with her, we lift rocks That some call reality, peep below There are all manner of mysteries Hiding in the out of sight The city knows their names Calls them friend and enemy I am but a reflection, in their eyes. #BardBits

I found God Playing pool With a fella Named Higgs boson I brought a drink And plucked courage I didn't think you guys existed I said And they both Disappeared.

God wrote a poem At least that's how it started The work has since evolved He's no longer very sure If it's worth carrying on with And his editors say Don't bother.

Gaia listens to the #silence The last drop of blood Was some time ago All now is bone and death The false promise ceased Some time in the future She will stretch And open her cupboard But this time the ingredients For dreaded mankind Can stay on the shelf. #vss365

I stole the butterflies new clothes Those pretty colours suit my eyes I made them into a new suit A #patch work dream for Saturday's Leaving Thursdays melancholy In the wardrobe for next week That at least should bring a smile To the woman with two faces #vss365

I discovered the #trick Of being raw Of taking the pen In the hand of my soul Letting it do the writing While I drank in the night Until dawn kissed my neck Touched the ink filled pages With her warm eyes #vss365

I wrote poetry for my soul In the dank cellar of mind Choking on paraffin fumes And flickering inability Washing away useless words With the tendencies of alcoholism Lifting the content into ecstatic realms For a gossamer moment Before the melancholy rises #vss365

I found God in my cellar He liked the dark And the quiet Said it reminded him Of the time before time Before he made the mistake Of unleashing ideas He had been admonished By his parents And now in the darkness He understood why. #vss365

I found Freud In the library cellar Stock still and rigid In the damp darkness Trying to impregnate The foundations of learning With his phallic ideas I called him a knob There was no womb For his antics here. #vss365

I stood broken in the rain Thoughts & skin both getting wet My notepad soaked through to its spine As I watched the torture of rainbows Nothing in the world was familiar Every colour had changed itself The spectrum buckled and then twisted I made notes in my wet mind #vss365

Invisible barrel Silver the bullet Fired with cold & wretched intent From hands made of faithfulness Against the angst of our times The mother from before lust Aims at us the cracked remains That which bore us Comet with its whispered tale Returned for revelation #vss365

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And from floodwaters rose revenants From below the shattered spires Of religions old home for bones Diseased eyes searching for the sky Reaching for the living victims Intent on dragging life to death Toothless crocodilic revenge Summoned by the death of wisdom #vss365