A daydreamer or ADD sufferer

Tune out switch off 

Disassociate cough

wheeze

Run off pace never be free

only in daydreams

only in dreams 

only in nightmares 

and screams

Empathy searching for threats

which threaten you

answer in delusions cruel 

criticise your attention span

you’re thick often man!

you don’t understand the problem

but any happiness we’ve robbed you of

every piece of joy

ever since you were a little boy

your mum was stressed

screaming unavailable with hardly any hugs to bless

your Dad a big brother lost

the price of care and all it cost

Never mind you carry on but the exits 

Been hexed 

you reach out but you’re vexed

No one can love you 

it burns through your life 

like a candle slowly waxing burning away

into the terrible unconscious unconfident ways

which have haunted you 

anxiety insanity no one cares they are fighting their own battles with despair.

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.

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 

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.

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.

The cure to the disease

The cure to the disease

Sparkling and wondrous

the cure to the disease

Experiencing unease

take these pills

tiny white capsules

that won’t make you ill

distilled love

wonder from above

the cure like forest bathing.

misbehaving

often the cure is the disease of a life

lived without regrets

all targets missed and not met

But to try

is to live and not die

a love fragile

but agile enough to succeed

to bleed is to be alive

To breathe is to thrive

the madness the sickness

is to expect no pain

no sadness in the rain

sunshine that burns the skin

balance is boring

whatever gets you through

is the life you choose to do

Simp-pathetic ?

I love you like you are my light and my life

wanted you to be my wife

loved you like a fetish

black like a rubber skirt

the words you say hurt

you cut my heart to ribbons

and still I am giving

my all

in your dominance I fall

I hit the wall

but I drill through

I love you I still do

but I am ruled by you

the wisest thing to do is to walk away

but I can’t eat or breathe without you

I love you I know I am no wimp

maybe I am a simp

but I love you all the same

in our deranged game.

I am the I am

Alienated alone

Friendless in the friendzone

No forks to give in a world of spoons

A real world character in a world of toons

a goon army

that want to harm me

I must be barmy

An only child to a wild man

a Stan to other people

imposter syndrome makes me feel unequal

the film I wrote won’t be a prequel

it’ll be where I stand

to where I finish as a man

This life is bitter

a litter of ironies

this life is a cycle

but the spokes won’t break on this bicycle

I am a nutter

with clutter in my head

I am smart but not book smart

I am art

but in chaos

I am the freedom you find in loss

I am joy but the heartache it cost

I am the I am and I am god

I am the I am but I am a little sod

I am the odd

one out

I am you and your every doubt

the beating second

the way it beckoned

I am reckoning

I reckon

When I reach the end

send

for help

I know I am freedom

this is where I gulp

for air…

I already said I loved you

I already said I loved you

I already read the words

I already looked for answers

in the sky your heart and the free flying birds

I already grasped for your hand

I already whispered to your soul

I already took the plunge

but fell short of my goal

I already spent days with you

I already kissed your cheek

I already have your voice in my head

I already am that mad every week

the loss of you spiralling and making me sad

the chances are we will never meet again

but I am glad we were once close

I already thought about it already is my ghost…

Voiceless child

I was wild and free once upon a time

a child with time and rhymes

but my parents can’t listen

just thought of me being bad

curbing my behaviour

they couldn’t be my saviours

I went quiet wanting to start a riot

It could have gone two different ways

but life strays on to one path

the aftermath of which

made me a background poet

my poetry is the ink I bleed

from wounds I don’t need

My parents need me to be their counsellor

but I can’t

I just can’t…

cycles can be broken

when loves awoken

but sometimes I want to fight back

to see the crack

of light through the walls.