if all I want
is for each day
to end
quickly
why
do I bother
waking?
to do
just enough
to afford a bed
and the drugs
to keep me
there
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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My days are slippin
I be trippin
Over myself
Over my words
Sentimental thoughts
I’m mental
Mental state
Lost forms abate
Can’t wait
I overcompensate
I’m lost
Searching for you
Looking for new
A preview in lieu of success
I’m a mess
Such stress
Much duress,
Brain’s compressed,
Into something different
I’m indifferent
Maleficent
A power against the world
Against myself
I’m self-destructive
Creative in chaos
Constructive in harm
Persuasive self-pity
I be trippin
This day be slippin
Now I’m lippin
My thoughts
Onto paper
No sense
Just nonsense
A flow
A recompense
From the memories
From the pain
This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’
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I’m a red flag chaser
A self-debaser
That tattooed look
Leaves me shook
Dabbling in drugs
With ‘caring’ thugs
Incredible sex
For the brain hex
Insightful conversations
Just distracted ruminations
Same toxic pattern
From abstinent to slattern
A mirror’s shame
Only myself to blame
Left alone and burnt
No lesson learnt
I get off on the thrill
Of you losing your chill
I hate when you insist
With a scream and a fist
But it’s worth the pain
To feel like myself again
A childhood’s toll
Red flags make me whole
The end of another fight
This is love, right?
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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It’s easy to feel a little woke,
just after you’ve taken a toke.
To feel as if God spoke,
as if you’re the only one in on the joke,
as if you hold a beautiful truth, a fire to stoke.
Thus beseeched, you spread the message under religion’s cloak.
‘This is what you should do before you croak.’
‘This is how you should treat the downtrodden and the broke.’
‘And this is how a lady should treat her bloke.’
Some listen,
some provoke,
word spreads,
the masses convoke.
Pledging their swords,
falling under your yoke.
Pledging their houses,
their bills, and their bespoke.
Then, comes the final solution,
you begin your masterstroke.
You enlist the will of the people,
with His words you doth evoke.
You tell them your divine vision,
you tell them how you awoke,
you tell them of their enemies,
their neighbours who provoke.
Now they’re almost ready,
another push and they won’t revoke.
‘Gather the Kinsfolk
and force them to work.
In the fields and the factories,
in the forests cutting grand oak.
Make them build our weapons,
great waves of fire that will soak.
Then we’ll make our pilgrimage,
to leave nothing but smoke.
Do not hesitate to obey me.
do you think I misspoke?
Do not hesitate to obey me,
do you think my visions mere sunstroke?
Do not hesitate to obey me,
or you too will choke.’
Yes,
it is easy to feel as if God spoke.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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The first thing you notice are his bare feet,
Black and dirty.
Lacking a chair, he squats.
Lacking a home, he squats.
The second thing you notice are his eyes,
Sunken and hollow. Desperate.
You walk.
He sees you seeing him.
You walk faster.
He smiles wide.
His teeth are as broken as the dwelling he guards.
Shattered windows for a shattered soul.
He calls out.
You walk faster still.
His sunken eyes suddenly grow sharp.
He recognises an opportunity.
You wear things of value,
You are something of value.
Then a second voice joins the first,
And then a third.
They point. They chuckle. They stand.
Your wealth represents their high.
Your body represents their high.
You run.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Our minds are racing,
Our mood oscillating,
Endlessly contemplating,
Ruminating,
Anxiety,
And insobriety,
Spreading through society,
Bored with no variety,
Stay home and wait
Call your mate,
Think straight,
Commiserate,
Pretend,
Online spend,
Try to comprehend,
How this ever happened,
Presidents be acting competent,
Their faces prominent,
Acting dominant,
Imminent,
Woe,
Moving slow,
Just for show,
Really they don’t know,
Still they continuously interview,
Securing their revenue,
Sweet rendezvous,
Hitherto,
Corruption,
Excess consumption,
Designed to function,
Greed and false assumption,
Pull it all down,
Destroy the crown,
And town,
Drown,
Free,
We be,
Living in glee,
If we just agree,
To act as one,
Make it done,
Leave none,
Outrun.
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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