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A manual for being human
Exit womb
enter hospital room
feed of your mums breast
grow big and strong
play and learn
have an active imagination
listen to the voice that guides you
and makes the most sense
write your story present tense
find beauty in what you like to do
it’s that simple
Make your smile into dimples
don’t focus on looks
it’s your soul being tempered
by life’s fires
give it what it wants
you can change the narrative even if it’s the font
remember people love you even if life gets in the way
be a compassionate friend to yourself first
The Damned spoken word podcast
Self isolation sleeping beauty
Sleeping on a bed
waiting for the world to stop it’s lockdown
you are a vision of beauty
waiting for this pandemic pandemonium to cease
you didn’t eat a poisoned apple
you just sleep,
waiting for the apocalypse
or a prince’s lips to kiss
oxygen is hard to come by
and we can’t let you go
you sleep, waiting for the virus to stop
we give you a shot
of antibiotics.
The nurses and doctors know
that you a few days left to show
whether you’ll recover
your life and find a lover.
But this life is cruel and unfair
we love you
but you look back at us with a blank stare…
Ancestor’s song
These ashes
this dust,
this earth
from where I emerged
this rain
this pain
the blood surges
in my veins
these hands outstretched towards the sky
could be branches of trees
life is better taught when it dances
to music
through bodies through knees
whether we can hear the music or not
we dance to the tunes of our ancestors
their dreams beat in our chests
and bless our minds and souls
sometimes I think their ghosts watch on
or are reincarnated into our songs.
The ghost child of the man in the asylum
In side the beaten white walls of an mental institution
where people go to be uprooted from their delusions
Sat a man his hand outstretched as if holding hands with the dark
No spark to light his way, only the tragic marks his way
he used to play childish games by himself
look they say where is his mental health?
has it left him altogether why does his play childish games
he would call a name on the wind
for the child he lost unbeknown to them
Tilly or Matilda the ghost of a child of six
who he held in his arms before he was sick
she swallowed her tongue in an epileptic fit
but before then were eye spy and guessing games
before then were pin the tale on the donkey and blind mans buff
I guess we are all in a way sheltering memories like ghosts
In the places in the heart we hide
which we can never move away from no matter how we stride
or how many steps we take
life is sometimes an evil fate.
To die at sixteen
All your dreams never started
dearly departed
That’s how I felt
Kneeling on a hospital floor praying to you
to save my life
you are my goddess of wisdom
my teeth going rotten
like the dreams I had as a child
it’s heart wrenching
my parents said my psychosis
was a bereavement
the life intended, lost
I had to be mended there would be a cost
goddess of the universe, girl with many faces
I have been through a war with myself
but my mental health
is the thing I can never get back
but sometimes their are cracks of light through the wall
I know the goddess understands us all.
Petals
The petals which open
the heart awoken
then begin to decay
the love is the same love
as I had first
leaves me cursed
and yet singularly its all I have
a smash and grab
god singular
going for the jugular
a vampire
who’s name has no meaning
blood wine
and bread flesh
can’t contain
the rain that falls
Or the sun that shines
but from your diamond tears
I form mine.
The villain
The villain
I am so nasty
people stand aghast
I am so bad
you feel a draft
on a summers day
murderous glances pave the way
I am sick, I am ill
babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills
I am so abrasive
I am like invasive surgery
I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory
the devil herself could learn from me
I want pounds of flesh so burn with me
I am deathly shade
stalking the sun
I am the nightmare
in the night you run
I am evil
I told you to die
but chances are you’re petrified
I am so dishevelled
I make Darth Sidious look sprightly
Sith Lords can’t fight me
With just one flick of my fingers
and death lingers
I am psychologically deranged
so psychopathically strange
you wondered if I was ever sane
I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab
I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad
I framed Sherlock Holmes
and made him into an heroin addict
cause all my plays our that strategic
I even cheat death
in fact I own Azrael’s blade
I am villain, the one you crave.
Here lies love
The angels cast into the fire
the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire
hung on a tree for them to see
the angels die and so sleep
They creep into children’s daydreams.
Reincarnated as a hawk like man
It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late
to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold
but he will die alone when he gets old
ghosts are the only ones who believe
they will wait for his soul to be made free
the key to the universe is strength through love
but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites
it’s his fate…