You never see my pain
behind the cold rain
I hide them all the same
A so called weirdo
I don’t choose to be schizophrenic
it’s God’s epidemic
when the cave man called to the divine
when he spoke to the trees
as gods when he believed
did you think the ones who didn’t believe
tormented him yes they probably did
but without looking outside our shell
we can’t see heaven or hell
and if you don’t look science as well.
In a house on a hill
there was a married couple
with woman who’s will was broken
domestic bliss
started out with one kiss
now she’s haunted by the ghost of how her life should’ve been
he said he wished they never met
he yearned for a life of adventure
he says he’s been held back
through the crack
In the wall of their house
She believes she can see the stars.
Her eyes puffy from tears
her heart putty to fears
which shape her into clay pot
of wasted memories and time
why didn’t she travel the world?
instead of having marrying him
though she doesn’t regret having two boys and a girl.
She’s a haunted spouse
who will one day haunt a house
with memories bitter sweet
and taste the the pain of defeat
of eyes that shouldn’t of met
his stare
she yearns for another man to hold her and care
love and life are both unfair
and don’t hold her gaze
she sits and smokes her life to ashes.
Cave man stylee parody
However some of this is true, I don’t know know some of these things and I should… I do believe in women’s rights I treat women with respect but I am ignorant of many of the issues they face. This was inspired by looking at some of the ugly girls club poetry from the Brighton fringe.
I could support women and their rights
But periods frighten me
and I know nothing about my own biology.
has it come to this?
I am a man it’s not cool to pay attention in sex Ed class at school
women are sexy
but they vex me
I know nothing about contraception
I know more about call of duty
but the women are on mutiny against me
and flowers won’t heal the rift
chocolates are a gift
but they won’t lift my sisters mood
She’s right Aggy
I came from a vagina
But I don’t know how pregnancy works
it’s sperm and egg isn’t it?
I need to be taken down a peg or two
I imagine childbirth is really hard to do
and that’s not flippant or funny
I don’t know how to chat women up
So I just talk about the weather being sunny
I am man I know how to blow things up including footballs
I walk tall
but I know nothing about abortion
I live in a distortion
a male dominated world
I know girls
and women
but will they be forgiving
for me not knowing this stuff
I know I can’t bluff
anymore…
Vampire state of mind
Is it unkind
to say I don’t mind
at least you’d be my beautiful death
kill all of me silence my breath.
Everything is backwards
even the devil
and god is a good dog
to its owner
I am a loner
with a wild heart
I was born so alive at the start
why did the sun depart from my life
now regret is my wife.
Tears nurture god’s plants
We want a way to cosmic balance dance
to meet our other half
I grasp the staff of pessimism
a schism of my madness
I know I can walk
and am wild
but the child I am is a dreamer
and screaming for belonging
In someones eyes maybe I can find a home
it is no good being a king on a throne
in a kingdom with no one left
I wait for you to make peace
but there is no relief
I love you, it’s more than certainty
I spurn answers
For your answer would set me free
I love you lady you hold all my keys
I begging you please
at least hold me in your embrace
this poem is a but words
but chords might play
if you love me I pray.
Lamentable
Preventable our pain
dropping like rain
if we had perspective
like a god detective
we would see
rain nurtures
and the sun can burn
I stand with you
a man for all seasons
treason is not letting go
the truth is hard to swallow
but sister I’d follow you into the depths
weeping tears which kept
filling buckets like the rain
I love you it is constant like the waters beneath us in underground lakes
love is in us it wakes from our eyes.
Listening to tunes on my CD player
I am old school I don’t need to tell yah
dance music on repeat
the sun is up no need to sleep
drifting in a musical haze
come on life is full of care free days
at least for today
let’s get together
feel the music flowing through our bodies
oddly enough I have dreamt about adventure
and dancing care free
with you is where I want to be.
St George slays the dragon
In this pleasant land
we drink tea and jump on the band wagon
and celebrate and plan.
Wimbledon will be soon on Tv
football and rugby a part of our history
sporting achievements living the dream
to remember a Red Cross and white background colour scheme
Shakespeare, Jane Austin Jk Rowling and Dickens
this country has literary greats new and old
to name a few
Keep us warm beside the fire burning through and through
From skid row street
to death row and where they meet
you’ve exchanged your life
For a dollar sign and strife
crack alley coloured black
devil cries into your pipe
where shit travels
and you forget to wipe
where is the contrast?
Life for rent
Broken and bent
the colour, the shape of your heart
Before it was torn apart
Give me the child of hope
not the man who copes
with life emotions cut loose
the tyranny of time’s choice
you’ve lost your voice
chasing the dollar
forgetting to holler
about your dreams
while your desolation screams
sandwich board lives.
The title is “sandwich boards lives”because people in this sort of crisis have lost their voice and yet they wear despair and loneliness like a sandwich board you can see it in their face and how they present themselves.
Rubbish mountains of plastic
dirty knickers with left over elastic.
Trainers and land fill kickers
bottle tops and yogurt lids
and pots of paint
our landfill legacy.
capital gains the pains of consuming
is the packaging goes to waste
we need to change our ways with haste
pick up the pace
clean up before we leave
our children with our legacy
our throw away culture
Picking through the leftovers like vultures
sucked into our planets polluted pain
We cannot thrive while the grass is stained
Gaia cannot take the strain
We cannot get away without our share of the blame.
The haunted man
Haunted by your voice
your smile, your eyes
love doesn’t come easy it’s no surprise
but if I try to court others
I will always compare them to you
I swear to you I can’t
it may link to my delusions
and there is no exact solution
except you being with me
but our story is with me.
I plough on
strength through love I am strong
but my first lesson from my uncle
was that life’s not fair
I only know that I care
for in a story love is the only treasure
it is gold
I won’t let my love for you waste away or grow cold
Because princess 6
I can’t love anyone else
some animals mate for life
at least I was your friend
but in the end the eternity ring
was not enough to keep you with me
but I still love you and can’t get you out of my head
Love is the colour it’s blood red.
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