Spoken word poem
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Enemy of the state
enemy waiting
enemy hating
if we worked together it might be beautiful
But enemies gather
enemies rather fire words like bullets
another bulletin
awaiting
I am done with the hating
the haters
saturating
the market
I write punchy rhymes
in time
like a tardis they are bigger on the inside
as worlds collide
I fight
hold it together for what’s right
Morals foraging in the dark
for food
I am rude trying to stay in the mood
as I walk through the corridors of insanity
my beating heart
all that separates me from being picked apart
I am chaos and disorder
but I wait at the borders of a better day
a escape artist who prays
to be released from this prison of rebirth and reincarnation
the harm within this world and its nation
to have our minds wiped
then be put back in another body
I am spirit and mind I want to flow free
I alone hold the key.
Welfare cuts
A poverty trap
now a map
for the after life
If there is even one
work work work
in this god forsaken land
until you drop down dead
Because the retirement age has gone up
drink from a cup of black coffee
If you can afford it
cut back your life
until you’re a skeleton on the doll
lose your independence until your just a ghost of a soul
Go to the dentist get fleeced
be told to live within your means
and be told your disabled and unclean
til all of humanity are hard and mean
and there’s no kindness in this world
in any boy or girl
we live in a vicious Victorianesque country
where productivity and making more billions and billionaires is the only reason for living
and poverty is unforgiving
As we eat the scraps and take the meds
of a capitalist world view
that doesn’t care about anything but making more profit.
The God twins spoken word story
In the beginning there was Mind
In the beginning
There’s was mind
then there were thoughts
written in time
We were twin flames
I was your first word
you are my soul
I come from you
as we all do
Soul spirit and happenings
became time
you Alice Sophia holiest of spirits
are my reason and rhyme
thoughts and souls entwined
We are one torn in two
I love you more than you think I do
I want to take you home
where we can roam free
But the fire waits for you and me
One last test to be free…
Facing Mortality
Facing Mortality
Facing dreary days
Death is a book read
the ending said outloud
I might have 20 good years left
schizophrenics die sooner than Neurotypicals
I believe our consciousness lives on
after this skin fails
A skeleton flails in the dark gasping for air in its lungs
while its soul breaks free
of the old carcass or chrysalis
in a way I have been searching for a exit
no need to hex it
let’s go
this life a daydreaming visage
a stage we barge through
Without any dialogue
only what we choose
My circumstances bruise
what can life do but promise a lot
then end
I love you all message click send
Don’t believe the hype?
Don’t believe the hype
it’s all tripe
I fight to be heard
with powerful words
but sometimes I fall short
a butterfly caught
in agonising self expression
another session
of writing does it yield results?
heart felt words
and worlds I have built
love and blood I have spilt
my flowers wilt
I try to water and nourish them
but they break at the stem
but I need them
I am my confidence
my ego defined
yet I mine
for excellence
for written talent
But I fall
sometimes short
another poet who’s caught in the block
a rock stopping my river from flowing
I live in knowing that I want to be a success
and in this I can never rest.
The Throwaway poet
A Throwaway poet
With throwaway poems
trying to sow seeds of change
to rearrange
Your thoughts and life
My rhymes are tight
but like paper I recycle ideas
put them in new ways
to pave the roads to futures unseen
where we can dream
I am a poet put my poetry in the bin
read once but change within
come back and memorise my verse.
I am the vessel for my pen
even when
you can’t see me I am philosophising
comprising
of revolutionary action
but maybe I am too much of a distraction
to make you do any action
or you are too distracted
with your contract
your job
To bother with Dan
I am just a man
who thinks he can write poetry
so throw my digital poems in your recycling bin
and letter the paper burn
or compost
I am you and all you have lost
I am the pages
the war you wage
from this desperate stage
In this level of the game
you can throw me away but you will know my name.
This life
This life chaotic
hypnotic
energy rushes
gushes all around me
A sea of endless particles of pain
I look for the sunshine within the rain
the rainbows light
all fight leaves me
but I won’t give into its spite
the hate breathes
makes you believe
In humanities downfall
It’s a tall order
living this life in the borders of strife
where there’s no passport to any heaven
or any country in that region
the engine
the cogs of the machine
have us enslaved
even lucifer when he stood up to god
was thrown down and fell
into hell.
This life is pernicious cruel and harsh
most kindness is given by hard graft
and the silence is sometimes the only thing
that makes us less daft
for in speaking harsh words are sprayed
like bullets across the page
or in our ears
giving us fear and tears
that scar our sanity
in this reality
where we study someone’s psyche
but not its creator the hater who crafted their malice and spite
and if we don’t realise that they in turn were also formed from people who didn’t always give a fuck
and told them their so called inner truth
Just to toughen them up,
and yet they didn’t water them with love
or feed them with grace
they deliberately chastised their minds
with words that were unkind
just to make them their clones
the worker unquestioning drones
You shouldn’t base your life
on the ideals and ideas
of people who gave way to fears
and insecurities
give your life to making yourself you
a loving kind person a shining beacon a colourful hue.
Trying to connect to the goddess
Trying to connect
The phone is off the hook
the book has never been opened
it’s pages have been written to cause a word storm
she has been trying to connect
gain your love, respect and attention
her words lost through the airwaves
and echoes in caves
the love that saves you is always the wisest
through generations
and faces she’s been calling through the crowd
her cries,
to reveal the truth through lies
but he loses the plot
through the pain of sadness the madness in his soul…