Tired in the daytime after having a good nights rest
being tested all the time by voices which are more than a pest
depressions iron curtains are coming down again
I am in the Misty mountains of pain which I climb daily
and my assailant is attacking me with delusions and fearful paranoia
I think the only hope is to battle with things that can destroy yah
I can sometimes withstand
But the terrible gravity of situation is hard for me to even understand…
Rigged systems
Wall Streets rigged
financial system
the pistons
and cogs
a well oiled machine filled with smog.
A joke, quantitive easing
pleasing the rich
tax breaks and evasion
philanthropy
for white Caucasians.
The system will never benefit
people on dole
losing their soul,
or the disabled
hide your ableism
and stable rules
for this worlds justice
is injustice
and we are fools.
Kitted out with system
that resists change
new world order
shift of power to billionaires
we just churn out blank stares.
Charity the modern guise
death of belief, no god, or surprise
so there is only being famous or rich
To aspire, the death of independence
Set fire to books teaching socialism
or different ways for society
its rigged,
and it’s too late to learn other ways to live.
As propaganda spouts over media
seedier than other lies spouted forth
we won’t be heard over fake news’s discourse,
the ones who shape our lives the 1%
will enslave the 99
and in the system will be written the rules
that enslave us fools
for the internet which was promised to set knowledge free
we lead to down fall of the majority
who data has been mined
and undermined
for all to see,
And we still won’t acknowledge a rigged system of humanity.
I come from
A lost home
my psychosis at 16
two years of hell
Dad and mum threw me out
My roots broken
Then Living in hostel
With Creaking fire safe doors
council estate yellow bricks and concrete
Dirty mirky stained glass windows
looking out on the world
Not a church
where I would fashion ideals
But a place I could be at peace and reshape my soul
Even in a place which had a
scent of old burnt out cigarettes
Smokey stained furniture
like an old fashioned bed and breakfast
The kitchen smelt of convenience.
Packs of chicken and beef super noodles
Boiling in a pan.
This is where freedom started
Hope in the darkness
Grey days but sometimes occasional sun
Dance music blaring from my boom box
a CD player in my room
chemical brothers basement jaxx tracks
Paper and pen
Penning poems
finding myself
I still loved a girl called Becky
who didn’t love me
I gave up,drinking as my mental health was suffering
Giving up the poison
for my own piece of mind.
These are the days where you’d sell your own mother to get by
Austerity a cancer that causes us to die
Everyone working for themselves
Just to afford to buy cigarettes and alcohol from shop shelves
We have no time for those who lose life’s game
They are nameless and die in pain
For being poor is a disability in it self
Wealth is freedom and stealth
To hide your bank accounts in tax havens
You found your heaven
Look away all you gamblers who bank on a chain of lucky sevens
You’ll be ruined like cheques in the rain
We are lost, we cannot change
For we are all fighting for small change
and you don’t have a twenty pence to your name…
The tides of time flow beneath my feet
Rippling and flowing uncertainty
I am fish in the waters of constant change
Unpredictable ain’t it strange
Will I be eaten by my disability?
Devoured by the shark like features of my own mind?
The stormy waves inside my heart
Will not just depart
The sea the tides of time
Hide my lost treasure sinking in the deep forever
Atlantis a lost city in a watery graveyard
Rusting away
rotten ships
Drowning wreckage of lost sailors
the waves hold a watery vigil
a siren like fate waits
For me with a lover who could save me
or cast me into the murky depths
Maybe the seas of time are all our tears combined
throughout time inside are all our aspirations we cast our nets for
and still we cry more than we catch
So the seas are maintained
For us to sail on…