A half painted shadow

You can’t see me
hear me breathing
Light flickers, its deceiving.
I sit in the corner of the room
this is where I live, my tomb
see it all ended years ago
though I haven’t got the courage to leave
to go.
Sometimes the inhabitants of this house
can see me in the corner of their eye
But not every dead person can just die
I can’t leave my daughters here alone
So I live on a half painted shadow in a ghostly home.

A man who cares…

I am not the answer
To your prayers
But a man who cares
Is worth more than any acquaintance’s blank stare
It’s worth more than the fakery of an acquired smile
Than any piece of clothing diamond studded
Than all the tea in China cup you can drink
I am worth more than an expensive meal
A steal compared to people who rip you to shreds behind your back
A anti depressant without taking a pill
A person who will care for you when you are ill
and yet I am judged like a book with a cover that doesn’t stand out
You won’t even pick me up off the shelf
My life has high mountain highs
and precipice lows
and still you won’t ask how’s my day been
Cause your caught up in your own life
We’ve got two ears to listen to one mouth
That’s an equation worth remembering
As my tears go south down my face
As I get lost in life’s rat race
and lose my heart
like so many have before
So please knock on my door
Give me a bell
We all exist in our fragile shells.

Hyper normalisation

Hyper normalisation

It starts with a sensation of feeling it can’t be real
This pain, this reality it all seems so fake
Living in turmoil yet being awake
We’ve created a fictional story for what we see
Lies have become “real” the virtual stains reality
Yet we are living in the creative dump
Hilary Clinton and Donald trump
Opportunists in this world of lies
The poet cries
But truth is hated more than the lies we perceive
and believe cause their sugar makes the medicine go down
No need to frown, because life is just for individuals like you
We all different but not one of us has a clue
Of what’s going on
Corporations rule the media so what’s wrong?
Censorship breaks even the strongest of minds
Leaves us cold but does anyone mind?
They feed us primal fears
While we our fed TV box sets of lives we want to lead
While soldiers bleed in wars we keep fighting
Just because of oil sightings
It’s all bit pointless as the golden age of austerity kicks in
And the rich become fat eating the poor
and misery is a acquaintance who is in your house though you didn’t answer the door
It’s all normal check your email and censor your political correctness
It’s all bull shit tell yourself it won’t mean a thing
Your King or queen of nothing
and there is no God heaven was a bluff
It’s not real it’s tough
Because we could have made it heaven on earth
But fantasy was beguiling
As we watch game of thrones we are smiling.