Author Archives: Alienpoet
Enemy of this state
A lifetime of longing
The woman who became the dream
Hiding genocide
we chose to hide
from the term genocide
but in a world gone mad
we turn our heads away
into dismal dismay
future generations
will look on with eyes of damnation
and righteous indignation
damning people and countries complicity
in simplicity
and brutal bloodshed
Vicious violence
while the media spin a web of silence
the catches people like flies in a web
only entertaining the perception of perpetrators having the right to protect themselves instead
and yet we are the ones who live in the land of the blind
and see
the ones who can see this conflict for the genocide it is
Gaza I stand in this vigil
for your people
and can’t bear the moans of the dead and dying
the children crying from losing limbs
and family
Are we the ones the only ones who give a damn really?
this is my last prayer and request
that even in your ashes we will not rest
we will bring about peace and a resolution
before it’s too late…
Chess master
My new children’s book for 6 to 8 year olds
Grumpa spoken word poem about a grumpy grandpa
A daydreamer or ADD sufferer
Tune out switch off
Disassociate cough
wheeze
Run off pace never be free
only in daydreams
only in dreams
only in nightmares
and screams
Empathy searching for threats
which threaten you
answer in delusions cruel
criticise your attention span
you’re thick often man!
you don’t understand the problem
but any happiness we’ve robbed you of
every piece of joy
ever since you were a little boy
your mum was stressed
screaming unavailable with hardly any hugs to bless
your Dad a big brother lost
the price of care and all it cost
Never mind you carry on but the exits
Been hexed
you reach out but you’re vexed
No one can love you
it burns through your life
like a candle slowly waxing burning away
into the terrible unconscious unconfident ways
which have haunted you
anxiety insanity no one cares they are fighting their own battles with despair.
Trying to save the girl in the fire
Angels are just messengers
I know the world cries out for a saviour
I have been fighting for good behaviour
in amongst demons and nay sayers
no one heralded me
no angels,no wise men and shepherds
every woman whispered “am I your Sophia?”
I carried it as a riddle
god was on the fiddle
They said I was the escape artist
of this life
this prison
a schizophrenic
but they didn’t know I was brave enough to think beyond
that stereotype
I know I am right
delusion sometimes is the only solution
love the illusion of separation
everywhere everyone is in chains
just fighting for scraps
a poet kept under raps
and speeches
I fight to teach
I just want to save the girl in the fire 🔥
but it could go to the wire.
