The road we are heading down
is a totalitarian nightmare
homeless being less well treated than a stray dog
polluted rivers and dreams smog covers the sky
as we are born into slavery and die
no accountability from our governments
the poor and disabled laments
as we fall into the garbage of the present tense
we are human don’t you know we were all born this way
the love in hearts falling through the hour glass
cast in the depths of hell
the rich get richer we are no deeper than the graves
we fall into
the sins of our generations will be remembered
as our bodies our broken and dismembered
for capital gain
trespassing on the lands of shame
we are guilt ridden if we don’t fight back
we might as well draw back
the smoke from a crack pipe
and die masking our pain
we are human we are all born with a brain
and a soul
but money has us under the Kosh
and we are squashed.
Category Archives: poetry art
Playground games
The flower what might have been hope it’s but a label
the adult I am a fable
slowly growing unable.
my words can longer stand
like petals in the wind
love like life sin, missed targets
and getting a grade F
fucking it all off in jest
life is a test paper
but we all have to get different scores
life is unfair and that is the first law
I learnt to remember
life’s first lesson
I keep
it doesn’t matter how beautiful
or big your heart is
or how nicely you kiss
conform or be hit with reality fist
for we all abuse the different
the playground is my reference.
Capitalism is spent
Capitalism
The poor’s prison
couldn’t hold us we have no value
binned in the sin bin
the void is massive and not narrow
unless you go to Eaton or Harrow
you will never get to be an MP
and make a change to the system or stats
Life was made for fat cats and bankers
don’t worry I can just about afford the bus you wankers
we live in a free country or are we free but dumb
Is there any real freedom?
in the rat race chase for digital money
if we make a loss, print some more or take out a loan
quantitative easing splurge your money on wanton distractions
Tv,computers, phones, the system works in subtraction
take away all your time so you cannot rebel
Welcome to hell and the shell of system
we are organised enough to make a change?
life is too hard to rearrange?
When we work in our family packs
like dogs or other animals
human beings working for own destruction
the planet is being destroyed by plastic and green house gases
while we too distracted by prosthetic tits and asses
getting them done or seeing them on show
sex opium it’s the new scent
no wonder capitalism is spent.
Cut flowers
I have no roots
my beauty isn’t even soil deep
I lie in the water of tears I have wept
kept until I die a rotten death
you shouldn’t have cut me from my home
broken stems all alone
this is me dead
all the colours of garden lost in my head.
Peaceful river
Peaceful river flowing free
collected together by tributaries
I am a river we are the sea
we are all memories.
Peaceful river rains collected in a river bed
We are the words collected and said
shaping the land around
with indents of smiles
traveling together for miles
Peaceful river animals coming to drink
do you ever stop to think
and take a moment
to think about life’s dream?
what makes you you and me me
do you open your eyes to actually see
life beautifully displayed
Peaceful river fish swim
we watch them jumping
games and sports blood pumping
boats traveling up and down
and all around
trees with birds nest
the days we spend carelessly are the best.
In love a warring couple both get called the devil
In the heart aching,shifting
in loves breaking, gifting
In my torn out drifting
of graveyard games
in the Devils tormented names.
Freedoms cut loose
you fight, you don’t fit your obtuse
renegade spitting spirit
Locked out of heaven again
a couple of lovebirds fallen short
In loves painful name calling game
She is a raven
he is a saviour
he is a raven
she is his saviour.
Love can save the boy in his heart
but the warrior enjoys solitude
In the dragon’s cave
can he break her curse
and make it worth
her loving her him
and him loving her.
For we all need to love beyond skin
this aching and burning lies within
If I was a superhero
Lament of the sparrowman
In a down and out town
Lives a man not occupied enough to be a clown
the jokes on him
and the joke wears thin
living in the past
cast in the jaws of hell that last
and captures all his virtues narrowed
by fate in acting up too late he is a sparrow
locked in a cage
Mindless and in a unconscious rage
he may tweet on Twitter
and he has a lot to witter
on about
but his mind is full of doubt
and opportunities don’t come often
to soften
the blows which rain down from people with agendas
who will take advantage of misadventure
and misfortune
he is a drunken loon
not by alcohol but by the moon
insanity is casting aspersions
and his friends leave and desert him
he yearns like the sparrow to fly free
but he hasn’t got heaven’s key
medical sedatives don’t inspire visions
What he needs is a decision
to break with the past.
Asking Alexandria
You say you are the devil
Is she in your eyes?
Cold like black ice
Starless skies.
why did you wound yourself with all those scars?
Did you make a third of the stars fall from the sky?
I want to help you but they take you away
this is a prison not a hospital so you say
you said you possess people, anyone you want
I am stuck with a voice inside my head
is it yours?
I once wanted to escape to heaven
through a back door
if Love is key why can’t I free you from the curse
Love is chains which bind me, grind me down
I want to ask you if I could be your friend but I am a clown
I am the hound which guards your gates
I am Cerberus one head in the past
One in the present who waits
One in who looks to the future and doesn’t hesitate
devil or woman I want you to free
but Love is only real love if we both can free?
Smobie smart phone zombie
Smobie smart phone zombie
the microchips are in your head
Capacitors and now your dead
you grasp a screen
Keep it clean
a terrible truth is it was born from your conscious thought
a terrible butterfly caught from a brain stain retaught
you think in video Facebook spies
the bots in your eyes lie
selfies, selfies, psychosis for wealthy
It’s unhealthy
your addiction became your affliction
and now your dead
save for the Facebook thread
life is your profile lives on
On the internet
where brains always find regret
the path is easily met
fuck is decay
Fuck and mind rape is here to stay
have I said enough
it’s tough
Smart phone zombie you are me I am it
sucking in technologies tits
Thumb wank your way into oblivion
you are thumb without a brain
a technological cum stain…