The change from boy to man (my journey)
I remember my dad calling me a hobbledehoy
neither man or boy
teen ageing is hard
I became a wild card
bottling up my emotions and becoming unstable
I remember the good days and bad
But at sixteen
in my wild dreams
I broke down in sobs and screams
at eighteen
I was diagnosed schizophrenic
but I realise that madness is a pandemic
and most of us will flounder
in its sea of tears
The ripple effect
Even if you one kind thing to one person today
It will brighten their day
we go out searching for massive change
Don’t forget that kind act, rearrange your mind do that one kind action
don’t lose your heart
you mean the world to that one person
or two
may people be inspired by the poetry of what you do
the act of kindness inspired by you.
I will find your heart
Beauty
Beauty is a lie
It’s what I hide within me
that makes my soul mine
Sister of the Maelstrom
School to prison train
Welcome aboard the school to prison line
detentions then exclusion
no empathy, no reasons explored
just decided by the school board
No counselling, no mental health help
just bad behaviour labelled
sent to pupil referral unit after an permanent exclusion
no knowledge of what I was suffering at home
my Dad is alcoholic and my Mum and Dad argue and fight all time
I am alone as the TV drones
I don’t want to end up in prison
but life is a schism
of what you’ve been given
and it starts will being labelled thick
a joker, a troublemaker, a prick
and school teachers have no time
to form a relationship with someone who is hard work
and they are told discipline is key and I am a jerk
they won’t reach me if I am in hell of my parents and circumstances making
and it easier to push me out the door
Yesterday the police knocked on my door and my Dad threatened to kick the shit out me if happens again
cause I got into a fight
prison he says is where I am going to end up in if don’t buck up my ideas
but my Dad and Mum are too busy squabbling to see my tears.
Real Men
Real men
Real men know about issues
real men are not afraid to wipe tears with tissues
real men support their partners
real men are in touch with their emotions and mental health
real men strive to succeed
real men live to love and love to live
and they forgive
they have ambitions
and plan with precision
it is their mission
to protect, and nurture their family and friends
real men treat people with respect and know the message it sends.
I am with you
If I could cry your tears
fight your fears
if I could rattle ignorance’s cage
this would be the war I’d wage.
If I could give you back the light in your eyes
put the truth where angels cry
if I could give you the words to bring hope
I know you’d live and cope.
If I could take your violence, your silence
and give you expression
If I could take the promises you broke
and grant you the rest to be awoken
From the madness that taken your love and potential
and show you the stars shine for us all
I would pick you up from your fall
and guide you to a new dawn
for the words have been born anew
the story lies with me and you
and you can make it through
the heartache and maddening pain
you can find your rainbow in the rain.
Don’t you remember when we were kids
Don’t you remember when we were kids
when you proposed to your childhood crush with a hula hoop ring
sung nursery rhymes and pretended to be king
of a castle and that your friend was a dirty rascal
played hop scotch in the playground
and run across and TIG your it
and you ran across the school yard with glee
just because you could with me
we though it was great to grow up
but we sometimes miss those days
finger painting and art
now all we dream of is shopping carts
and money ain’t it funny
how growing up was a trap
and how we used play was so inventive
creating pretend treasure maps.
