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… 

Wis-dumb

Wise but dumb

Numb 

we have succumb to doubt

it’s a broad 

double edged sword

the dumb people are ruling

Fooling people into thinking they are better

this is a love letter

for critical thinkers 

the ones who doubt themselves and question themselves and the world 

every boy and every girl

Every woman and man

who won’t argue with the ignorant 

for fear of being bullied or seeming stupid 

life is not a rerun and we make bloopers 

we need to use our logic and love to change this world for the better.

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!

In every woman’s face I see her face

In every woman’s face I see her face 

and her many ages 

In magazine covers 

I see her in my minds eye with her lovers 

I wanted to be hers 

but that train was missed 

and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.

no more to be brighten my day 

I am just observer 

a poet a writer 

Looking for her in everyone woman 

I want her to be free and loved

but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand 

I don’t know wether anyone understands 

Her smile lights up any room

her absence sets up my gloom.

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

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…