Only people
with hidden sparks of divinity
looking into the mirror
getting shivers
and quivers
Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver
another endeavour
feat of the gods
the odds
and ends of messages
we send
The revolving door
of lives
when will hope truly arrive
karma
another charmer
but a bell chimes
and it alarms us
we are living fast food lives
Our souls the only thing
that isn’t disposable
water hoses us down
but we can’t get to the deep
conversations
we permanently seek to leave words
of comfort even if they are lies
and we surrounded by people
with mole like eyes.
Forever lonely only children
Ensnared enslaved
by not having our needs met.
A modern day trap, a net
Their self efficacy built upon the billions
who will never have their needs addressed
just giving them their trauma and stress
No room for karma
just workers enslaved by big pharma
and tech
living on the streets or renting
Never venting
never getting to the top
just growing rich peoples crops
the pyramid weighs us down
the weight of a rich persons crown
who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised
while bullying billions of lives.
we cannot reach the top
too many distractions and traps
Life is unfair it has no map.
Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb
life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.
Grumpa
Sitting in your old arm chair,
With a devil may care,
Attitude.
Talking about the ingratitude
Of youth.
Watching TV,
Eating microwaveable meals,
Grumpa,
I still love you,
I remember the times when I was young,
and you helped me,
when I was stung,
by a wasp,
or fell over.
Life is hard,
it makes you,
grumpy and
lonely,
Please think of the things you’ve shown me,
Rather than talking about the things that make you despair
I know behind the passive aggression you still care,
I know I sometimes take the Mick,
But really Grumpa,
I can see all your tricks,
There is still, to my surprise,
magic behind those eyes,
And bedtime stories waiting to be read.
Grumpa,
Don’t lose the thread
We all need a grandfather like you,
For you have all the experience,
You will know what to do!
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 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.
