steven cooke, 28 march 2012
Torn from sleeps oasis
The razor stings my mortal
soul
A glance in the mirror to
know I exist
For the face of god lies
there
And behind this forced smile
A lunatic walks in the shadow
of me
,
But within this admission
The asylum of my brain
Has a garden where sanity grows
.
For bound in chains we gather
Though wind and snow bar our
way
Pouring through these asphalt
veins
Clogged with cholesterol
filled ambition
.
For Monday morning dines once
more
On another workers soul
And all the while the tick of
the clock
Winds down this drone
In happy reapers favour
.
But the rebels among us
Hide in the womb of our
imagination
To keep the corporate illusions
at bay
And my secret butterfly
carries this tortured soul
To a place beyond the dollars
eye
.
Where the snake rattles its
distain for humanity
For solitude is all I desire
And all the while the clock
ticks on
Forcing my existence to
trickle down the cities throat
Quenching this monster, they call
progress
.
And as I crawl home through
zombie minds
I feel sorry for the
splattered fly on my windshield
For its freedom has ended
Yet my dreams of freedom
linger on
Although within my heart I
know
These too, will soon be gone
steven cooke, 21 march 2012
These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless
minds
Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one
.
This gluttony of ideas thirsting on
capitalisms juice
Summoning their messiahs to walk among
us
The commodities of life, this
treasured bible
Children the future and Capitalism
dissects
Yet Another batch of disciples
.
So what care I for prophets of doom
Population before climate
Religion over peace
Vanity before reason
Pride over poverty
Cap and gown before that which
created me
For I live high above these ghetto
streets
.
Yet my peace is drowned by Evening
chorus
Screams from the gutter
Another tattoo and the rush of heroin
Another type of messiah
Something for the poor to believe in
Just another nickel and dime resource
to me
.
Yet to hear this is a damnation of me
This arrogance over nature
To control that thing
That shackles our existence
That jails our thoughts
Prostitutes our freedom
And lets us die without reason
.
This way of life
Of poverty and desperation
Of concrete and aborted foetus
Of welfare cheques and sex for sale
.
Of unhappy beings behind
Unhappy doors
Protecting their own portals of
betrayal
In a private subjugated hell
For Compassion has left these mortal
beings
And my mind is closed, for there is
no profit for me
.
But conscience is my jury
And nailed to this holy cross
The verdict is written
Vermin under the butterfly
For compassion was never my thing?
And Human nature can be,
A most desperate thing
steven cooke, 27 february 2012
Hiding within the feathers of an angels wing
My love waits, shy to the world
Content to fly, never wanting to stay
Until I met you
I have traded immortality for your kiss
A mortal kiss soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow,
Leaving me with no fear
My sacrifice to love,
But love is a feast
And illusions dance in its shadow
And temptation has a price
For my angel danced with destiny
Now I stand on the precipice alone
An outcast from heaven
With broken wings that can fly no more
my dreams lay in the
salt Of a billion tears
This burden is mine to carry
To slow my walk through The Valley of death
.
For love is my cross
But it is a thing of beauty to show God
And perhaps within my suffering
He will understand
That love and loss is the price
We angels pay for
Living a mortal life.
steven cooke, 11 february 2012
Freedom won on a
distant battlefield
Gallant words to
remember them by
Unspoken tears for the
old to cry,
A game for the young to
play
Never a thought for
freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to
spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
.
For when wheat replaces
the meadows
The birds have no home
When forests are
felled,
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing
your soul
With the next discount,
and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a shot being
fired
Your future mortgaged
.
And when your ration of
bread
Demands the last fish
in the sea
Neatly Packaged and
dolphin free
Who will pay the price?
..
This is the legacy
There is no escape
Big brother is watching
.
Mankind in a zoo of its
own creation
Come, peer through the
bars at,
This condemnation of society broken
For freedom lies on the
other side.
steven cooke, 1 february 2012
Within the fog of did you
see?
An old woman, made up to
the nines
Can be seen in the corner
of the non-believers eye
Purse in hand and a glass
of wine
Waiting for a lover who
never comes
Just shadows on the wall
Whispering names, through
Spiders silk, the
inheritors
Of this forgotten,
debutants ball
While Portraits glare at
vacant laughter
An echoed waltz swirls
The embrace of loves decay,
Images now jailed within
the Crystal shards
Of a fallen chandelier
A tear of Woman wears
mourning face well,
This vigil Mask hiding mortality
lost
Now broken and marking
time,
Love lies lost in the
barbed wire of war
Fallen stars to shine no
more
Their Remembrance merging
into darkness
Behind a cloudless unforgiving
sky
Alone is the corpse in
cratered field
Covered by poppies blood
Walked on by ghosts to
come
Another Whispered soul is roaming
The guns have left their
post
And Peace is just an
illusion
For yet another Flanders
ghost
This cruel winter’s night
The withered rose has lost
its fragrance
The champagne has all gone
flat
And love calls without an
answer
For silence is the memory
And it is we
Who walk hand in hand
With our ghosts of War?
steven cooke, 12 january 2012
They came in the
depths of sleep
Dream eaters to
plague my darkness
Troll whisperers
taunting my love
Their poison
running through my veins
My soul in chains
and on trial
I plead to the jury
for love
I plead again only
silence
The voice of love,
lost in a sinners scream
In the balcony
weeping angels,
Rain teardrops of
salt onto my bleeding arms
In this dark nether
world
I see the cold
light of a distant star
The last refuge of
my dying soul
My only comfort in
this realm of Fear
Phantoms sit at my
table to deliberate
While dining on
lonely hearts,
And drinking
promises made in the heat of passion
Sweet as unicorn
blood, the last deceit
Hecklers at the
windows
Mocking silent
poems never sent
A life never to be
The verdict guilty
as always
My beating heart
the last bastion of my love
I kneel in
sacrifice to the Gorgon
Love is lost, and
so am I
Behind the eyes of
the beast
I see grief not of
this earth,
Pain beyond any
dying planet
And yes love, in my
executioner
For even the
blackest heart
Needs love, for
this is the secret of all existence.
And as I die a
distant star awaits
For the next lover
to find this truth
You see love cannot
be chained,
Nor can it be
selective
It resides in the
pillars of good and evil
And it will be with
you
Even in your
darkest hour.
My epitaph, Romeo
steven cooke, 6 january 2012
Her lips
caress another cigarette
A fading
belle looking for love
The smoke
veils her face,
For she is,
Genie in a gin bottle
.
Her Make up
hiding the past
Silk
fingernails hiding the smokers hand
Her wig of
blonde hiding the soul beneath
The ladder
in her stockings,
Torn like
her Hollywood dreams
.
Her perfume
sickly sweet,
Masking the odors
from yesterday’s gin
.
The ashtray
is full,
Cheap
Lipstick covers the tab ends
Her vigil to
find happiness
But he never
comes.
.
Only a
stream of chancers wanting to spin lady luck one more time,
Fuelled by
the promise of paradise
A vacation
from life,
A brag for
jack Daniels
,
Under neon
lights
A beautiful
girl in a gin bottle,
An inner
voice plays in her mind
.
“I could
have been a movie star”
A role she
can play all too well
But morning
light never lies
.
Her beauty,
has fled, left on the pillow
Like some
Monet’s impression.
Regret lays
sprawled out
Like yesterday’s
salad, thrown out with the rubbish
For the
slugs of corruption to eat
.
Her aging
face revealing, every rejection,
Every turned
down script, every broken dream
A lifetime
of heart break
But she
still plays her part well,
.
Play it again Sam
And another
cigarette,
The same
mistake, the same men,
.
From All the
gin bars in the world,
She had to
choose this one
.
Another
lottery ticket to litter her despair
No winning
numbers here
Her silent
acceptance speech,
Laid bare in
her blood shot eyes of regret
.
A mouthwash
of gin,
And the
genie of love returns to her bottle
Her legs
bruised and varicose,
Testament to
waitress by day, and genie by night
.
He closes
the door, his only thought,
To get away,
not his finest hour
Jack
Daniels, his moral escape goat,
Nosey Neighbor’s,
his jury
They bare
witness to his walk of shame
.
She opens
the curtains, and sees him fade into the faceless crowd
Alone again,
a full ashtray, and an empty gin bottle,
Symbols of
last night’s play,
.
The mirror
torments her image
As She
drinks coffee through smoke stained teeth,
A wave of
her head, a smile, and a daydream
Tonight, her
prince will save her
.
This is her
delusion, her reason to live,
But Time is
running out,
.
For she is
part of life’s crap game.
The dice
rolls once more
Will it be
happiness? Or loneliness?
.
But in the
end, deep down she knows
The House
always wins, in tinsel town.
steven cooke, 5 january 2012
(Ode to a True Love Lost)
She kissed me under the lamp post
A kiss so soft that my lips
trembled
I felt her being entering my
heart
And my soul wrapping itself
around her
Wanting to keep for eternity
.
She looked into my eyes, my body
trembled
Life had only one meaning, and it
was she
Suddenly I was afraid.
I longed for her to be my destiny
.
But relationships would have to
be sacrificed
And Love cannot be sullied with
such things,
And then, she was gone.
.
We both knew it could never be.
She was the Earth and I was the
Moon
Orbiting on the outskirts of her
Life,
I was always just a tear away.
.
The years have past
And still she lies deep within my
being.
If there is a God, pray grant
this Sinner one last request.
.
When I take my last breath,
Let my Soul find her again
In a place where time and space
have no meaning
And let us be together as one,
.
And we will welcome eternity
together, as one.
steven cooke, 4 january 2012
I sit here all alone
The snow melting on my face,
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
Of my first love
.
It was here, that barmy night
She tripped in fun, amongst the
leaves.
She breathed a smile,
Took my hand,
And softly seduced me with a kiss
A secret wish comes true.
.
We made love that summer evening,
By the river, under the willow
Watched by a lover’s moon,
Hidden from View
.
Stared at the stars with our
wishing well,
We dreamed of love and silly
things,
Two hearts, inhibition to the
wind,
Our souls locked in nature’s
song.
.
But Young Love is a precious
thing,
And winters do blow cold.
And in the fading light
She said goodbye.
.
A last glance, a precocious
smile,
And the last moon dance was over
So here I sit with my wishing
well
Full of broken dreams,
.
Yet still, I see embers of a girl
Who shared love, under the willow
Gave hope to my dreams,
Touched my heart,
And taught me well about
The wishing well
.
No tears now, there are dreams to
make.
For That wish has flown away
To find another love
To breathe another wish
Into another’s heart.
To unlock more dreams
For her wishing well to pour
.
But our union was fruitful
For my wishing well is full
And dreams I can now give
For I seek my real love,
Where ever she may be.
Could it be you?
steven cooke, 4 january 2012
Dear Marlene………
Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet
born
Marlene we love you.
.
Your beauty burned the wings of
JFK
And brought big John to his knees
For your love, was meant for
more.
You shocked the World with a
velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of
Fools
.
It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false
prophets
One woman to speak out
You ostracized the Nazis for what
they were.
.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom
instead.
.
When Reapers scythe came
Song and Compassion was your
shield.
It Gave comfort to the damned as
shell and mortar pound
.
Your words a respite, from the
fear
And your beauty, a reminder.
That love awaits the Soldiers
return.
Back to the German farms and the
English meadows
For love knows nothing of war.
.
You witnessed holy sacrilege,
Saw blind disciples fuel the
reapers fire
Both sides, in the name of god,
Oh how heaven must have wept
.
Marlene you dared to question
religion,
For Your soul could see through
the flames,
While others perished in mortals
Pride.
.
You Asked god to review his plan.
Only you, Marlene could do that
.
Where have all the flowers gone
Your message to Humanity,
But the Heinkel and the Spitfire
Flew too high to hear
And the flowers of youth
All Eaten by silent sheep, and
Taken to yet another slaughter.
.
Yet be proud Marlene
For Your echo awakened a new
generation to peace,
Although lasting peace is like
true love, so hard to find,
.
But never the less, a goal we
devote our lives to.
Some countries have found their
Peace
While other search.
.
Humanity is still a child in
these matters,
And war still goes on
When will they ever, learn, when
will they, ever learn.
.
Try to forgive us,
Perhaps the man upstairs,
Really does have another plan,
Marlene Dietrich,
.
At least I’m sure that Eternity
Will be a far more beautiful and
interesting place
With you in it,
.
And I look forward to meeting
you.
.
Love Steven
xxxx
.
Footnote to this
poem
JFK relates to her affair with
President Kennedy
Big john relates to her affair
with John Wayne
The Velvet kiss was the first
lesbian kiss on main stream cinema 1930, Marlene was bisexual.
The line where have all the
flowers gone and when will they ever learn comes from the song forever
associated with Marlene Dietrich.
.
Brief Biography
Born 1901 in Germany
First film in 1920
Became American Citizen 1937
Awarded Medal of Freedom USA 1947
Awarded Legion of Honor by France
Died in Paris, 1992
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