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Killed by a million insensitive words
Words go deep
they creep into my scars and wounds
I cannot tell that you meant it or not
or even realise the damage you cause
I know I am flawed
But sometimes you love me open mouthed with the things that come from your jaw
they are too raw.
If you strangle me it would be cleaner
but your words are meaner
do you mean what you say?
Your words spray
Cut like a split artery
hurt people hurt people
but sometimes evil is insensitivity
callous chaos
I cry
and want to die
emotion abuse
obtuse
and won’t relent
I can’t vent or your words will grow worse
and more vicious
you and I are from different worlds
and I can tell
that you believe I sometimes belong in hell.
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!
Do you not know love?
The burning flames of sacrifice
the aching waking torment
that grows ever more evident
The pain of attraction that won’t relent
her smiling eyes
used to be yours
now whatever her flaws you can’t move on
the darkest night of the soul
Burns in pain in an insane world
the desperate search for water in the desert
when dehydration kicks in
the way you sicken for one morsel of food
from a heavenly table
every bone aching to see her again
just to hear her words
but the sky the birds are bereft
she has left
and stolen your love as well
in this hell which could have been heaven
but the hours too late
it’s way past 11
and all you have is a voice in your head
is it her’s?
But it purrs like love and hate
and there’s no solace in waiting
hating,
the space between our worlds
which barely touched and existed.
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.
Helicopter lover
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
But that was in those golden days
now I am like a stray
like dog on heat about to have the snip
I want to take a dip in your seas
Babe please
I’ll be your helicopter lover
Closer than twin flame or any other
I’ll be your rescue party of one
your loving song
on the radio
I can’t behave with you
I don’t know what to do I love you
but I am lost
look at what love costs
a day a week or a year
I look back to those golden times
diamond hard like my rhymes
Look you probably don’t even remember
me from January to December
you’ve moved on
but how can I be so wrong
to love you…
Angerland
In this England we have been sold racist lies
not looking to god or to the sky
for someone to save us
Pent up rage disgusting but we live in a desperate stage
where we are never heard in democracies grave
right left bleed the same
and politricks us
into divisions
what the colour of skin doesn’t matter
we should unite before our world ends in tatters
of civil unrest and war
the key to heavens door is working together
Hell for leather
politicians and Media spread hate
it’s not too late to educate
to show that whether you’re Muslim Hindu Christian or Sikh
love is the same no matter what language you speak.
So in this England or angerland let’s remember
that the enemy is greed we don’t need to turn on trans people gay lesbian or people of colour
everyone is your brother or sister
and the so called agenda of division
is an illusion sent by billionaires and people who profit from dissent and bloodshed
we all die let’s use the brain in our heads
love and peace is the dog we feed
and hatred is a sickness we don’t need!
Paradise lost
What if Lucifer gave us free will?
the knowledge of good and evil
Was it our connection through sex
the forbidden fruit?
knowledge that two have to become one to create life?
Were we being controlled by the Demi urge the god
in the gnostic religion
Sophia the creator of the universe and Christ were one and lived in heaven
some how the two became divided
Sophia gave birth to the Demi urge
a dead god without her husband Christ
she breathed life into the Demi urge
But the Demi urge was cut from heaven and the divine light
He envied Christ and Sophia so trapped them in human bodies
evermore to forget they were divine as are their children
each generation suffering
but Christ and Sophia the Holy Spirit can save each other…
Written by Daniel Hooks
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.