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Shy boy video
Paper bomb
If we could read all the love letters
the poetry projected over the years
the ink would form the night
the words stars
the sun our intention to love
Would rise every time we wrote the words
the sky and birds
would scream we are alive
I would use the paper and poems we wrote
to drop from the sky
letters and prayers from us to god
to breach the void between us
The elation of creation
within our United Nations.
Poets against humanity
If poets continue to circulate their work after death what does an undead poet look and sound like?
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
It’s all in your head
It’s all in your head
the schizophrenia
the uncertainty
behind the curtains of your mind
to be special,
to be magic is to be tragic
to be alone
than one of your drones
is your superhero ability or curse
left in the storm of denial
we are all crazy here
with broken smiles
token, broken people
who believe in science and logic
So pluck your theories from the air
and prove you care
you make the meaning
even if your dreaming
It’s all in your head
so drive yourself mad
and stand alone
even the devils throne
is not comfortable but it’s home
The erosion of empathy
You play hero I will play villain
though shades of grey exist and the truth not always willing
to rear it’s ugly head
filled with the expectation of being cancelled
and being heard
or Amber Heard
is different from being adept
or Johnny Depp.
we are divided down many lines and labels
and what we are being told merely a fable
when we can’t take it with a pinch of salt
and we halt
and can’t show a sign of empathy
How did life and judgement get so unjust
and all cards we hold are bust
because we no longer care just lust over celebrities
while our empathy is eroded and no treaty
or thought police AI can save us
from not understanding the people we see before us.
Pestilence
I am a prison of puppets
muppets who can’t free themselves
Supermarket shelves bare
I am cursed
empty pursed.
lips dry and empty
swept under the Carpet of artificial grass
I can’t be arsed
freedom is too hard a task
I am can’t save myself
for all grasping
rearrange the letters in my name
it spells denial
I can smile
but happiness won’t change a thing
I can’t stop dreaming
scheming
a way out of dread
but pestilence fills my head…
Lifted
If only we could be lifted
gifted
a chance to love
I threw mine away
in the cold shadowy day.
I would of gave you grace
bled my out stretched arms
given up all my magic charms
for one night with you
I am a poet I feel things deeply
And yet I can’t imagine a world where we are together
your eyes of soft radiance glowing
all seeing all knowing
your smile lights my dreams
candle lit scenes
and forever I hear your voice
entangled in my head like my dreams.
Is anything really new anyway?
Beat box
Sounds the same
dubstep bass sound gains
the themes of songs will they run out
recycled like words of revolution
films and their titles
characters and dance recitals
books and villains
psychosis and chilling vendettas
is anything really new?
colours and musical spectrums
songs on the radio, a selection
the human condition and reality
dragging out themes
daydreams scream
they generate our generations dreams
can we be different
can we be new
can ideas be lost
can they grow inside of you?