GHOST

I like both sides empty coz I like to sleep diagonally

ironically I never move in my sleep

just when i'm awake

when I get back to consciousness

and realise the other side is cold

like the opposite of committed

one is the loneliest number

and so am I

why call mine when i'll come running back to them

my zeros who make me feel like less of a dime

and more of a ten

because when their around I can pretend

that I love someone other than God and that im on the mend

but im not

I dont even love the most high the way I should coz if I only would

I wouldn't be in this fucked up mood

I would have loved those who loved me and my enemies too

I wouldnt have fucked them up emotionally at every chance I got to

but its all good coz i'm suffering the repercussions

and its only fair right

karma is a bitch

but a whore can be an angel until you fuck with her right?

I layed my bed and that heffer's still in it

on that other side thats now unoccupied

i'm sleeping with a ghost but still I get no high

from the imaginary float I swim on just to get by

Havisham effect

Miss havisham
Nothing without you
I'm the ghost of a bride
And the ghost of good virtue
I'm empty
There but not quite
I'm the air that's required
For you to live
But you don't need me
You're just as much a ghost as I've been
Something I like to imagine
A fabrication of my not existing mind
The one I lost
No the one I placed in a box along with my heart
On which I placed your address underneath the stamp
Which I licked so you could have some of my dna
And understand what I'm made of
The desire to be yours
So I set myself ablaze
I burn this girl so she can rest with you in hell
Where you'll be going
Whilst I rejuvenate myself
Make like a phoenix and rebirth all of my cells
Without the membranes that imprisoned my true self
So I stand by as the rising smoke twirls that river of white into the air
Swallowing it up
And then suddenly its done
Miss havisham is dead And I am free to run

God's debut

So I never write about god

because the mere process of comprehension

escapes me every time I attempt it

I’m so much better at crying, lamenting

desiring

for his appearance

that I never consider the dire possibility

of the logically unlikely scenario

where he might require me

to utilise the gift he did invest in me

to demonstrate his wisdom and mercies

because who am I to deserve this

who am I to be deemed fit

to declare and decree this

that rather than fists guns and knives

its his name that we should lift

cos its through him that we do live

and its through him that I can give life

in abundance

through deliverance

of I and others

by you who saved us

from sin that would have otherwise enslaved us

stripped us and pinned us

with three large nails to the cross we call world

the world that so urgently craves us

that so badly wants to claim us

and lame us

puts thoughts that ain’t ours in our heads

and then frames us

makes us lie to ourselves

saying we are what we are

whilst we forget he who made us

when we forget of his presence

when in actual fact the entire essence

of why we live is him

it was he who made us so we die

when we don’t breathe in

as it was his breath that woke us

its his heart that calls us

to dine with him

in the presence of our enemies

can I get another cup please

as mine is over flowing

he’s blessed me so much

I cant do much else than to adore him

so if my words fail me

I beg of you don’t blame me

i'm sorry

but if you knew my god as well

as I do

you’d be lost for words too