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Alienpoet Feb 5
Do you think they will ever care?
the rich and powerful and the big banks
own us with their guns and tanks
will they care when we are gone?

they siphon our money through a straw
Just so they can get richer through the profits of war
on everyone including the poor and disabled
the immigrants and working class able

We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country
full of those who would spout forth
I speak of my discourse
but wasn’t it Jesus who said
that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle
as a rich person to go to heaven
the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven
Or is the doomsday clock wrong
we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong
In being poor
heaven can wait for our souls
we need to be cared for...
Alienpoet Feb 4
Be a friend to yourself
When friends let themselves out the backdoor with out saying goodbye
and the things they told you were well meaning lies
Be a friend to yourself above all
and walk tall
open your eyes and be wise
learn to love the beating of your heart
turn the page on rage make a new start
respect yourself and your actions
be the change you want to see in others
Be a loving friend to people your sisters and brothers
but love yourself in the truth
of knowing that sometimes you are alone
no body to hold no body to phone
so have compassion on you
like you do on other people
may you be defined by the way you treat people and yourself
because your mental health is your wealth.
Alienpoet Nov 2018
Laser light
born for flight
Sun rise keen
living in a open top dream
where’s my balloon?
light to pierce the gloom
flowers in full bloom
cover your babies cheek in the womb
the room inside your stomach
flummoxed by the madness
glistening gladness
the tide of times
everything that holds me rhymes
I am a poet life is a poet tree
I bleed ink in the heart of me.
Alienpoet Oct 2018
Broken hearts
fresh leather
you break my heart
like an stiletto on an egg shell
and yet the hell you give
is to leave your voice live in my head
and I still love you
it’s blood red
like my heart
and I still know I love you cause
I have butterflies in my heart and stomach
whenever I see you I am flummoxed.
Alienpoet Oct 2018
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.

Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
as we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows.

Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
Alienpoet Sep 2018
I’d pay the price for one night with you
an arm, a leg, I love you through and through
like tissue paper my tears soak through and through
I would steal the sun
and hide it away.
Your eyes are diamonds
They hide a glow that only I know
your words wrap me in silk
your touch a thrill
can’t sit still
for butterflies
in you a flame that cannot die.
Alienpoet Sep 2018
An artist with eyes wide open
sees art spoken
the silence between words and phrases
Illuminates the ideas
within.

They live out thousands of lives
in the confines of one
a commentator, a spectator
yet living and being
and seeing all
no matter how small.

breathing in the darkness and light
meditating on intricacies
Like that of a flower
held by a *****
eternity shivers
Possessed by their grasp
caught between pain and rapture
the pen stains the page with ink
Blessed be the imagination in which they sink
and swim
these poets that are skin
and soul
eyes that travel and unravel
mysteries that we shall never see
places and faces between you and me

The depth of field
and focus of which
can never be seen
the poet is dreamer.
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