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…

Deceiver

Trust my truth

don’t mind the proof

it’s gaping hole

it’s lost soul

Feel my game

the blame game 

immigrants are there to blame 

says the same man who owns millions

and has aspirations to own billions 

A politician 

a political movement 

lacks improvement 

just another bowel moment 

just another noun

sounding out to name his enemy

stinging like a sea anemone 

giving you an awful rash

and taking votes for cash

Sponsored by 

and lobbied by

big corporations and business 

another rich mess

from Cambridge 

Oxford and Eton

as disabled people are a beaten into mess

filled corner 

and human beings are trafficked and told they have no right to stay even though they were born here

but haven’t got the paperwork 

another office clerk

More bureaucracy

more lies

media moguls 

facebook spies 

the tears of crocodile 

who hunts and preys

on the working class and their delusions 

and takes advantage of their confusion.

Family tree

You were born from a tree

Family,

Branches dances

Haunted by love

bearing fruit 

with roots 

in the darkness of the ground

We’ve waited for the leaves to grow 

from sapling relationships 

to the rain that drips 

onto your trunk

I am my grandads whistling tunes

My grandmas stitches and knitted fate 

My uncles smile

my aunts stern determination 

my own righteous indignation 

and individuality

Those contrasts sought through things that our missing

two lovers kissing 

married through the rings of time kept with the trunk of the family tree

from the care sown

all saplings are grown 

And given light if we talk through our roots 

and fungal connections and collective consciousness 

we are all

everywhere everything at once!

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…

Benjamin Zephaniah

Politricks 

satire and humour

you taught me that behind clever rhymes 

is the life played on repeat 

even if it’s on the rong radio station 

you lived your life as a warrior poet

with your black belt 

and heart felt verse

you spoke words not to fill your purse or wallet

but because you wanted to make a change 

in this world of racism and drama 

you wanted better karma for us all

though your words have been graffitied onto walls

and written in our minds for all time

Rasta master poet 

the man with the flow don’t we know it

a dread degree in ghettology

but a man of philosophy and psychology with 

eloquence who spoke to us all

and with a tear in remembrance 

I celebrate your life 

may you walk in heavens fields

and may we never yield to injustice 

like you taught us 

because you taught us life’s value 

and the value of all people 

anarchy and self determinism 

we choose our fate 

to fight for what’s right 

like you’d say is never too late!

You are significant

Never forget your significance

in this world that will try to humble you

if it can,

to just being a woman or a man

you were born from stars

woven into your skin

you mind creates within

a membrane of tissue

of bone and brain

of lightning conductive atoms

love and that is where hope begins and never ends

I am you and you are me the message I try to send.

We are the universe

from heathens of no faith

to spiritual walkers and talkers

Of revolution and not of the safe

sages and fools

but each with the tools to light flames

and never be tamed

don’t let the fire wane

or burn out

don’t give way to doubt

we are god

hidden forces might try to hold us back

but we are the crack of light

in the shadows

forcing its way through

fear can’t hold us back

love is a brighter coloured hue.

Poppy red

Out of death comes a poppy red

like the blood the soldiers bled

their sacrifice still shows

In the red flowers that grow

where they fought for our freedom.

Someone will always stand up for the oppressed

we are blessed

because service men and women still do this today

and they bleed for our freedom

we will always need them,

unfortunately in this flawed world,

to make a stand

if you see them offer them a hand

because they have given

not just their service but their lives

in one form or another

and they deserve your respect.