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!

Random happenings of words

Random happenings of words

onto the blank page

or screen

do we have enough energy to dream?

I love the clarity of your words 

the charity of sounds 

that surround us

I wish I could trust 

my own heart 

But it bleeds like ink 

onto the page 

I am reading the poems of my own rage 

the twisting beauty 

of poet trees 

is the tree of life too far

to guide us to who we are 

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…

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 

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.

Maslow’s pyramid

Ensnared enslaved 

by not having our needs met.

A modern day trap, a net

Their self efficacy built upon the billions 

who will never have their needs addressed 

just giving them their trauma and stress

No room for karma 

just workers enslaved by big pharma

and tech 

living on the streets or renting 

Never venting 

never getting to the top

just growing rich peoples crops 

the pyramid weighs us down 

the weight of a rich persons crown

who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised 

while bullying billions of lives.

we cannot reach the top

too many distractions and traps

Life is unfair it has no map.

Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb

life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.