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Alienpoet Apr 2017
Carve your name on a tree
A tree tattoo.
Graffiti your thoughts to a wall
Your canvas is us
looking to go viral
To spiral into your thoughts
Do we want to be caught
In your otherworldly dreams?
you are the artist, the poet,
Creating poetry
and song
in your dreams we are the canvas
you stand apart from us
Dreaming of the worlds that could be
If we let our hearts fly
and soar into the sky.
Alienpoet Apr 2017
All we have is time
No reason just rhyme
Set in stone in time in time itself
Time to write a best seller to sit on a bookworms shelf
Time to walk in amongst the trees which is good for your mental health
Time to jump, sing and dance
Time to play games of chance
Time to breathe and believe in meditation
Live life without agitation
The clock is ticking ticking away
What will you do with your day?
Alienpoet Apr 2017
The Black ice in my heart forms a blade
Obsidian coloured like a black hole
My soul is cut
To ribbons
Will I ever be forgiven?
Girl with many faces
Who were you at the start?
The girl in fire,
with my splintered heart
In your hands
Did I break it for you
As a lover would do
Because I love you
I am enslaved by our story
Our story
Which I have hidden
To protect us both.
My story, my delusion.
Alienpoet Mar 2017
This cell becomes division
an idea a split a incision
a night and a day
Black and white
But in this division
We can see, we can envision
Identity pouring forth
The tiny flame
Of a name...

This tree becomes a seed
It moves it bleeds and breaks
a part of itself to move forward
and yet it is not how it started out
however it doesn't lose it self to doubt
We branch out wards like this family tree

This fire becomes a spark
It lights another flame
Who could tell it from the fire
and yet it has its own desires

The human becomes a egg
Hatching catching its mothers eyes
One day it will be fully grown
Will it still feel the sting of being alone?

This ocean becomes a drop
A drop that drips from a leaf
A raindrop that settles on the ground
In the cycle of Gaia
Repeating on and on
We are not separate
We move on and on..
Alienpoet Mar 2017
Open the door to your heart
A world without war
A new start
Where love and oneness are accepted more
Turn the page on your rage
Free us from the cage
Of the minds programming
Which is a failed system
****** utopia from the ashes
Of heart shaped gashes
Cuts that bleed
Feed love instead
Grow peace in your head
and like a Phoenix fly
From death
Take that one new breath
and think like you've had an epiphany
A realisation reborn into rebirth
Utopia on this earth.
Alienpoet Mar 2017
You are a universe contained in a body
You are a theory
A thought
All you taught yourself
All you've written and said
That day you conquered your fear
The tear trickling off your chin
The skin and bone that held together
and yet the words that stayed with a friend
That picked them up off the floor in the end
You are a star in galaxy orbiting
A place inside my heart
The key to memories hidden from view
A hundred thousand moving pictures
The inspiration around a story
Your story begins
In a twinkle of smile that caught your fathers glance
The closeness of bodies that danced
wild and free
You are everything to me and more
and yet you think you are small
Stand tall my friend...
Alienpoet Mar 2017
They call me human but all I see is the vampire
The taste of blood in my mouth makes me no liar
The fire in my soul burns flames which none can control
The dreadful burning and torture of my soul
Once I had a soul of an angel now doomed to eternal unrest
The demon inside is more than a pest
He comes with ravenous hunger for gods meat
What is holy must now retreat
I drink in christ's blood wine and devour salty bread flesh
See what is holy wasn't living on the death of a doomed god
Who's sacrifice I use to get into a heaven
What was good and holy was following his actions and words;
Love!
and yet
I regret all I have done
Love that should unite us and makes us one
It's the thing that keeps me here
But let's be clear everything is wrong
Backwards in this world of grief so strong.
Children are the only ones who truly understand
What it means to be inside heavens gates
This could have been heaven but maybe it's too late...
Christ would be afraid of the cross if ever he came back
Maybe christians are vampires living on his death
After all in holy communion they drink his blood and eat his flesh as bread
Religion the great see saw
One day you are up tomorrow you realise you are in free fall.
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