The price of the future

Exist in the existential 

the crisis governed by tech giants and moguls 

quantum computing 

rooting for data 

Something that hates you and 

our essence 

more despised than a unlucky pheasant 

about to be killed

we are the working class poor and disabled 

checkmated in the game and despised because we are mentally ill

In the wrong way 

depressed and anxious 

rather than Sadomasochists with a superficial superiority complex 

who sit with the latest tech 

in their mansions 

taking their chances all too soon

from us and causing us gloom

entering our digital tomb

where there’s no room

for our slave driven mindset ways

other than to serve the corporations and billionaires 

the ones who say empathy is death and decay 

and pray for our demise

hit with no surprise 

this is the price we pay 

for our dystopian future 

no one wants 

hidden by computer fonts 

and AI

our overlords

who hoard wealth and knowledge like weapons

and fuck us with digital strap ons.

Wis-dumb

Wise but dumb

Numb 

we have succumb to doubt

it’s a broad 

double edged sword

the dumb people are ruling

Fooling people into thinking they are better

this is a love letter

for critical thinkers 

the ones who doubt themselves and question themselves and the world 

every boy and every girl

Every woman and man

who won’t argue with the ignorant 

for fear of being bullied or seeming stupid 

life is not a rerun and we make bloopers 

we need to use our logic and love to change this world for the better.

You are no different from me

Go on kill me out of existence 

I am a worm in your soul 

Eking out resistance 

We are not separate 

we are the same 

I am your shadow born in pain

Life is an illusion

we are never sane 

All the soldiers 

All the war 

Won’t open heaven’s door

I am you and you are me

Cut me and you bleed

Like pomegranate seeds

I am the sky you cry to

I am the god that answers through whispers 

and leaves moving on a tree

Sadness echoes what should have been

But the lies have been told and you believed 

that you were different from me

Can’t you see I am your shadow with stars

and you are me with all your scars.

This poet

This poet isn’t meat and bones

He feels like cold stone 

this poet lacks confidence 

Walls collapse and collide 

with his speech

with wounds you can only teach 

hurt

This poet tells ugly truths 

with minimal evidence or proof

he holds it like business card in his heart

life unfolds like a shopping cart

til tart solutions

This poet feels full 

his heart holds his universe

it’s his curse

All poems tell a tale 

dripping ink 

Bleeding from the quill

I can’t even imagine life without those words

but like birds 

they have flown

To a new throne 

cold and alone…

Lonely people

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 

Unseen

I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen

I dream

of beauty

having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes 

starry skies 

Holding her hand

but this life happens in the meantime

Unplanned 

I am unseen invisible 

divisible miserable behind four walls 

a boy born with a huge soul 

now small

My confidence and ego a full ballon 

then shrinking like a soggy deflated one

like lungs I breathe in life

and exhale sadness 

madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?

invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts 

people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…

Capitalism will eat us all

First it came in the name of being free
and having dignity
no more slavery
Then it gave us recession
We turned on ourselves
Austerity’s court was in session
boom and bust
lusting after other peoples wealth
Tax havens for the rich governed by stealth
then came war epidemics and famine
we turned on ourselves
shops shelves bare
we only care
about our own
immigrants were the first to be enslaved or deported
then the disabled who couldn’t work
were eaten up but the system
Under the guise of fairness,Eugenics
and pandemics
then the working class were enslaved again
under the pen
and keyboards of corporations
The middle class became the working class again
While billionaires became trillionaires
Meanwhile planet earth festered and burned
and the rich found that you can’t eat digital currency and cash
as we dreamt of a bubble that burst like a infected gash.
Love was always the answer
hatred is a cancer
I wonder when we realise the path we are on
was the wrong one