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From an alien’s perspective
Do you find aliens receptive?
From an alien’s perspective
we are all weird as them
worshipping dogma and tired beliefs
thinking nothing can bring relief
but on this planet
the birds the animals the insects and trees
are as alien as alien can be
yet we see them everywhere everyday
religion tells us a story
but we are born from the extraordinary.
Chasing payments just to live on our planet
paying taxes and learning to talk
it’s no surprise we go insane and baulk
at what we have to do everyday
controlled in every way
By systems of mismanagement
engaged and married to people we will never understand
but love the universal force
stitches us tighter together than crochet
and we use the word ok more than we should
if only we could see through the stress and mess
to make this world a better place
but perhaps on an alien planet
they have the right idea
instead of living in fear
fear and love are powerful forces
and when they work together unfortunately we are slaves to them
so live a life alien to some
be the one who understands and overcomes
don’t be numb.
I used to be a messenger
I used to be a messenger
Now I am known as vermin or a pest
I used to deliver messages
To battle fields or other countries without a rest
now little children chase me until I fly
abandoned by the system without knowing the reasons why
Technology usurped my position
I was domesticated with precision
but now people view me as a flying rat
they have no use for me
I am redundant
de funked
lost my role
just another useless obsolete creature
in this creature feature film that is life.
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…
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
To take a breath is a revolutionary act
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.