Category Archives: alienpoet
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.
Photos of friends
Photos of friends
I no longer see
I wonder where they are now
and where their lives have led
in digital dreams I still see them
not in black and white but in colour
we will all end up being stored in the cloud
maybe heaven is a download away?
Humanity cure or disease
The nightmare begins
dreams tear apart at the seams
we given into dystopian
dysfunctional futures
where we nurture our own
tribal desires
our hope lies with Gaia
seeing everything as us
we bleed so do the trees
and everything
we are one organism
burning our dead
Just to stay ahead
or so we think
death is our reaping
it is creeping in
Where are the prophets
we traded for profits
where is justice
is it in us?
what about the animals
what about the insects
the trees
are we the cure or the disease?
slogan’s poem
Because you’re worth it
spend your money
Just do it
What’s the worst that can happen
Think different
Ideas for life
impress the wife
don’t be evil
don’t be mean
Spend the green
the wonga
take out a loan
For everything else there is master card
don’t die alone
For life can be finger licking good
and I am loving it!
(I am getting rich
while your a slave on minimum wage)
corporation stacks up money
while people lose their souls
to betting shops
and capitalist companies control
who‘s really got your back
money gone like your spending it on crack.
Tescoland
Tescoland
Give me some answers
and some supermarket vouchers
I have been saving my points
I don’t want to fall on my aching joints
I hope supermarket flowers don’t disappoint
the girl I love.
I am going to Tescoland
Tescoland ahhhhh ohhhhh
that magical place
watch a child’s face light up in the toy aisle
I want to sit in the gadget zone giving style
I hope you like my range
my style I am going to Tescoland
ahhhh ohhhhh
just loving the value beans
supermarket cider
I am getting wider by the minute
eating snacks
and chocolate from and green and blacks
I am stacking those socks and boxer shorts
In my basket
Hoping I can fill my casket
with all I have bought
from Tescoland
I hope you understand
I am buying my heaven
Buying fresh cream from Devon
I am going to Tescoland
where there are trolleys
and checkout dollies
I am finding some cocktail brollies
to impress my mates
I going there in a state
after getting drunk as a skunk monkey
I am going to dance with a security guard
and hopefully not get arrested
In Tescoland.
Three lions may still cry
Lions may still cry
Our hardest opponent
We still battled and tried
4 minutes stretching out in the last chance saloon
Down to 10 men because of injury and doomed
we aimed for the stars
gained our chance
may other chances come
three lions on a shirt
defeat hurts
But the next step needs to be taken
three lions may still roar and awaken
progression, may it be our fate
to awaken a winners state
and battle to the same stage
and this time take our chance
for we invented the this game
football will come home one day again!