This gingerbread man is ninja
he throws sweet stars and then
he jumps out of windows from tall houses
and lands on his feet and his trousers
are still clean
this ninja ginger bread man is a lean mean fighting machine
because he doesn’t want to get beaten or even worse eaten.
Rigged systems
Wall Streets rigged
financial system
the pistons
and cogs
a well oiled machine filled with smog.
A joke, quantitive easing
pleasing the rich
tax breaks and evasion
philanthropy
for white Caucasians.
The system will never benefit
people on dole
losing their soul,
or the disabled
hide your ableism
and stable rules
for this worlds justice
is injustice
and we are fools.
Kitted out with system
that resists change
new world order
shift of power to billionaires
we just churn out blank stares.
Charity the modern guise
death of belief, no god, or surprise
so there is only being famous or rich
To aspire, the death of independence
Set fire to books teaching socialism
or different ways for society
its rigged,
and it’s too late to learn other ways to live.
As propaganda spouts over media
seedier than other lies spouted forth
we won’t be heard over fake news’s discourse,
the ones who shape our lives the 1%
will enslave the 99
and in the system will be written the rules
that enslave us fools
for the internet which was promised to set knowledge free
we lead to down fall of the majority
who data has been mined
and undermined
for all to see,
And we still won’t acknowledge a rigged system of humanity.
I wish I was so handsome I’d appear in GQ
but if I took off my clothes I’d face ridicule
I wish I my eyes were blue skies
I wish I set women’s hearts on fire
All I have are words
poetry
may trickle from my tongue like a tap
but I am not a male version of a honey trap
I may in some ways be wise
but people may want to keep their eyes closed
but I suppose every truth is like that when exposed.
This dreaming is dark
But I won’t lose my spark
sanity is a perspective
I don’t stand for the collective
the curtains I sit behind are walls
the fractured voice of someone I love calls
and tells me she hates and berates me
in the darkness of my mind
her unkindness
blinds me.
Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair
will it ever be repaired?
The stigma attached to me lies
the fire in my heart won’t die
and maybe I enlightened or frightened
of this form
since I was a daydreamer, after I was born
the storm of intrusive thoughts
the delusions in which I am caught
and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too
you just aren’t boogie man blue
You think we are different
I am just medicated and irreverent
to this constructed reality
which you think is concrete
but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,
Burning bright and resilient
burning and brilliant
I love yous unsaid
I held the key to heaven
in my right hand
it was to the back door
I broke into her house to tell her I loved her
I knew her across life times
I am in conversation with the goddess
now I am in distress
I love her nevertheless
she said she’d read all my poems
she speaks to me in my head
and tells me she hates me
but in songs she tells me she loves me sometimes
Sophia I hope you find your wisdom
and the key I threw away
I loved you across life times
did you know?
I just want to go home
Without you I am bird with broken wings
I cannot sing
People have problems
and the problems have people.
We grow hope but it’s up the church steeple.
I want to talk about mine but no one listens
they are arguing and talking loudly missing
the point
all my words are disjointed
why should yours take preference let’s talk about mine
see mine are more pressing so let’s not whine about yours
for let’s face it you don’t want hear what’s bottled up in my daily dose of fears
you’ve all got your problems
can I turn into a sad little shadow
haunting a corner of a solitary room
there’s no room for me in your gloom
And tombs aren’t the sought of place
for the daily rat race
so shout the loudest
be proud of your problems
let me be an agony aunt
for you when it’s my turn you won’t or can’t…
listen…
Magic cannot be taught,
It’s there to be done!
Preachers talk
I walk away
Smell their words decay
in the cold light of day.
I wont be psychologist’s puppet
or a teachers pet
those people think they know better
I may live with some degree of regret
but I know life’s first lesson
is that life isn’t fair
it tears apart innocent lives
it makes us grieve
and takes away our belief
In justice
and that injustice causes
all sorts of evils in the world
for every boy or girl.
So follow your own path
and chase the sun
for the we were meant to believe in magic
and real magic cannot be taught its there to be done.
Merging images
Refracted kaleidoscopes
love is time
and time is movement.
I am the places,the faces
of the extraordinary
Interacting on your soul
the way the singing bowl hums
and the waveform on your tongue
I am expansion of your cells
and your soul which dwells
in the cave of the overmind
The collective consciousness
breathing
the water seething seeping and flowing
the eyes which see into the all knowing
I am the light
which goes on
Burning
Your guide walking and showing you the way
it might be late in the day
but I am you and you are me
Music is magic
even the fire dances
to its song
it’s with you I belong.
https://anchor.fm/alienpoet/episodes/The-Raven-speaks-spoken-word-poem-emlh56
Artwork by Zoe Zass
Fighting with myself
Broken limbs
cracked sin
ripped out heart
my brains strewn across the pavement
I refuse enslavement
I maybe depraved
I am a mad messiah
I graffiti my messages
On your Facebook wall
stand tall
because I won’t be a bore
Love is the law
A statement from my heart and jaw
Which Daniel will you choose
I am the punch and bruise.