The price of the future

Exist in the existential 

the crisis governed by tech giants and moguls 

quantum computing 

rooting for data 

Something that hates you and 

our essence 

more despised than a unlucky pheasant 

about to be killed

we are the working class poor and disabled 

checkmated in the game and despised because we are mentally ill

In the wrong way 

depressed and anxious 

rather than Sadomasochists with a superficial superiority complex 

who sit with the latest tech 

in their mansions 

taking their chances all too soon

from us and causing us gloom

entering our digital tomb

where there’s no room

for our slave driven mindset ways

other than to serve the corporations and billionaires 

the ones who say empathy is death and decay 

and pray for our demise

hit with no surprise 

this is the price we pay 

for our dystopian future 

no one wants 

hidden by computer fonts 

and AI

our overlords

who hoard wealth and knowledge like weapons

and fuck us with digital strap ons.

Competition amongst friends

Surely you want your friends to succeed?

but competition taints the scene 

of our dreams 

and we scheme 

in jealous ways 

hoping to better our friends 

that we sometimes dislike 

I wish I wasn’t always last

mitigating circumstances cast

me into what seems like last place 

a friendly face.

 

I wish kind strangers weren’t kinder than our friends

I wish I knew the forest I belong in from the trees 

because I know my blood bleeds like sap

and I hate to be made to feel like crap

by competitive friends 

or those who compete or compare 

we are all on a journey 

to our eventual destination 

but a bit of kindness and compassion wouldn’t go amiss 

or a hug or maybe even a kiss… 

I am just somebody

I am just somebody 

With a body

his story ordinary 

fighting battles no one knows about

not giving way to doubt.

I am just somebody 

with two parents a sister and a brother 

why bother?

with me 

my individuality 

In complete 

with no clarity 

and a brain with dysfunctional disparity 

I am too angry to be functional

too mad to be alive 

and yet I fight 

and strive.

I am just a body with a soul

and a smile 

all the while 

you never look at me

If I had a book cover

you wouldn’t want to read me like a lover

of books 

I can’t cook fancy meals 

I don’t clothe myself with the latest fashion 

I don’t drink I haven’t fallen off the wagon 

and yet I am stuck 

on this roundabout of life 

not knowing which exit to take 

which is a bit of piss take cause I don’t drive

I strive 

to make my dreams real 

but did i steal 

them from everyone else?

Where is all my wealth of friends 

coupled without the time to see me

they wouldn’t want to be me 

but I stay on course to be prodigal flop 

not son 

when all is said and done 

At least I can share my disaster 

and views 

I maybe old news but I am 

I am I am!

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…

Misunderstood

Sometimes I want to be understood 

but I know people look at me like dead wood

They might think I am stand offish 

that I don’t belong in an office 

That I am unsociable 

or just plain weird 

Someone to be feared

I have walked the corridors in mental institutions 

I am reminded that most truths are illusions 

that there aren’t many solutions

in this life

and trauma are the wounds that often get reopened by people 

who aren’t evil

but are ignorant 

and every where people are playing games to gain attention 

that’s where identity survives 

But I am in the minority because I won’t fit in the racket 

of this life’s corrupt core

I barely survive grasping at straws 

every day a war

to be heard amongst the shouting words of others

I stand with the misfits

I stand with the misfits 

All the ones from broken homes

the ones who are single and left alone

the ones deemed special

and yet not treated as treasure 

I stand with the poets and artists observers of life

Picking muses that will never be there wives or partners 

I am disheartened 

But I will stand with those that give and never receive 

those who believe 

that giving their hearts and time is important 

and worth their reason and rhyme 

and weight of time

there’s a special kind of heaven awaiting these people who need healing 

I like to believe 

May they find their Elysium fields 

where they will be met 

without any painful regrets 

Lonely people

Only people 

with hidden sparks of divinity

looking into the mirror 

getting shivers 

and quivers 

Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver

another endeavour 

feat of the gods 

the odds 

and ends of messages 

we send 

The revolving door

of lives 

when will hope truly arrive 

karma 

another charmer 

but a bell chimes

and it alarms us

we are living fast food lives

Our souls the only thing 

that isn’t disposable 

water hoses us down 

but we can’t get to the deep

conversations

we permanently seek to leave words 

of comfort even if they are lies 

and we surrounded by people 

with mole like eyes.

Forever lonely only children 

Unseen

I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen

I dream

of beauty

having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes 

starry skies 

Holding her hand

but this life happens in the meantime

Unplanned 

I am unseen invisible 

divisible miserable behind four walls 

a boy born with a huge soul 

now small

My confidence and ego a full ballon 

then shrinking like a soggy deflated one

like lungs I breathe in life

and exhale sadness 

madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?

invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts 

people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…