MY POETRY
VIDEO AND POEMS
Poems
Breakdown
Anger builds up inside of me,Over the littlest of things,I have a little chuckle and a cry,Mind goes blank of everything,News on the TV,The worlds going to end,But everything’s going to be ok,At least I try to pretend,My mind can’t focus,On anything other than nothing,I remember that song on the radio,But I don’t know how to sing,I sleepwalk most of the time,But I think I’m awake,Everything is so surreal,In this dream like state,The stress of it all,Is taking its toll on me,And all I’m trying to do,Is be the man you want me to be,I zone out all the time,And hear nothing when you speak,I need to see a doctor,But he’s busy all week,I don’t really know,What’s happening around me,I need a shower,But my mind chooses what I see,People all around me,Laugh at the same old joke,I would normally laugh,But I’m not the same old bloke,I have a little cry,In the office’s storeroom cupboard,I need time for myself,As too much information is stored,I drift from day to day,Not really knowing what’s going on,But I’m standing on top of a bridge,Not really knowing what went wrong,My clothes dishevelled,My mind in a heap,As I fall to the ground,I smile and fall asleep.
Poems
Bottom Class
Dirt under my fingernails,Walking round in tatty clothes,No money in my wallet,But everybody knows,Barely affording bus fare,To get from A to B,People walking past,Looking down their noses at me,My hair shiny with grease,And a hole in my left shoe,Trying to make a name for myself,But not knowing what to do,Shopping for Tesco’s reduced,As every little helps,Whilst the fat-cats shop at Waitrose,For their smoked salmon and their kelp,Oh how it would be nice,Oh how it would be grand,To have money and power,In the palm of a poor man’s hand.
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Atom
They are getting their missiles ready,We are going to war,A mushroom cloud on the horizon,Nothing will be known about before, Some people will pray to God,While the rest will live in fear,The time is coming,The sound of bombs we’ll hear,The leaders need to prove their point,While we all die in pain,No one will be around to see,So it will all be in vain,The armies they are just cannon-fodder,But believe they are dying for a cause,The government has manipulated them,And used them like pawns,The people will know no different,As they haven’t a clue,Even if they did,There’s nothing they can do,It’s too late now anyway,As soon we will all be dead,They’ve dropped an atom bomb,Whilst you’re sleeping in bed,So say goodbye to your loved ones,As we have about five minutes left,They will be safe in their bunkers,While the rest of us will be dead,Utter destruction,The planet destroyed,Nothing and no one left standing,No point being annoyed,I tried to warn you all,But you said I was mad,But democracy let this happen,Aren’t you glad???Don’t worry as the Earth will recover,Now we are all long gone,We had life handed to us on a plate,But we just did it all wrong,This life will be glad with us gone,That’s for sure,We will no longer control this world,As humans are no more.
Poems
Addict
Laying semi unconscious,On my sitting room floor,Asking for it all to stop,But for some reason begging for more,Drugged up to my eyeballs,And pissed out of my head,Because I’m alive,But inside I feel dead,I hear on a distant radio,“Love will set you free”And I scream at the top of my voice,Somebody please just save me!!!I cry some more,And then some more again,Cry myself to sleep,With my shadow being my only friend,Draw out more money,Already in my overdraft,Buy some cocaine,And try to have a laugh,And I hear on a distant Radio,“Love will set you Free”I smile,Just for a little bit,As me and my dealer,Snort and talk about preference to tits,He lets me be,As he has to work late,And I sniff more coke,And for a while I feel great,Smoke a cigarette,One after the other,Go back to my baggie,Just for another,And I hear on a distant Radio,“Love will set you free”,And as I cry myself to sleep,I whisper….Somebody please just love me.
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I Am….
I am all you secretly need,All you desire and crave,I turn the powerless and the weak,Into the courageous and the brave,People say I’m the enemy,But I am truly your best friend,I don’t come cheap,But I bet you’ll come back time and time again,I don’t have an age limit,As long as you know what I am,I know you are weary,But soon you’ll be my biggest fan,I lie and I give you false hope,Yet you will say it’s the truth,I do no serious damage,Even though there is proof,I am the gangster,That keeps this island a float,I come from the better land,On a small and poxy little boat,I am your soon to be everything,Don’t you dare defy,Otherwise I’ll make you suffer,And ask your god, why?I’m the great pretender,Soon I’ll be all you plan,You’re a little space cadet,But you’ll be my rocket man,I’m an urban legend,All well and alive,I’ll make you paranoid,Yet off it, you’ll thrive,I am your nightmares, and your dreams,I am the fake and the twisted,You’ll hate me and curse me,But I’m back, because you insisted,I am danger itself,I’ll make you cower in fear,Yet I’ll be the only one,Whispering comfort into your ear,I am the dictator,Our imported little friend,Without me,You will surely go round the bend,I truly am what you need,I am your pusher man,I am the great storyteller,I will give you a purpose and a plan,You don’t think it nowBut with me you have all to gain,I am your make believe,I AM, COCAINE.
Poems
I See A Darkness
I see a darkness,Deep inside my soul,I see a darkness,Eating me up whole,Day by day, sunrise, sunset,I ask myself how much longer?Because as I get weaker,This darkness gets stronger,I see a darkness,Deep within my heart,I see a darkness,It’s been there since the start,I used to try and fight,I used to want to fight,But now I let it destroy me,All day and all night,I see a darkness,Running through my veins,I see a darkness,Calling out my name,I could call it the devil,But the darkness is far beyond that,It circles me like a vulture,And I can’t deal with that,I see a darkness,It won’t ever set me free,I see a darkness,Constantly torturing me,This darkness, it said, “I have a confession”“I am all that is dark”“The route of all depression”
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Jump
I might climb to the top of a tower,And shoot all you fuckers down,Then put a bullet in myself,Cos inner peace I’ve never found,Maybe… I’ll just jump,I might try and find a dealer,And overdose on cocaine,I might travel back to the 1800’s,And just say I’m insane,Or maybe…. I’ll just jump,Maybe I’ll snap my neck,If only I had the strength,Or run to the edge of a cliff,But deliberately misjudge the length,Or maybe…. I’ll just jump,I might go for a walk,As long as it’s down the M25,Walk into oncoming traffic,Anything just to not be alive,Or maybe… I’ll just jump,I might swim out to sea,That way I could drown,It will be quicker though,If I weigh myself down,Or maybe… I’ll just jump,I might slice my wrists,Downwards, not sideways,Cut the vein right open,I might do that today,Or maybe… I’ll just jump,Too many options,For me to decide,I just need to kill myself,Cos I’m already dead inside,So fuck it… I’ll just jump.
Poems
I’m Not A People Pleasing Poet
I class myself a poet,An OK one at that,But my words come from a heart,So damaged, cold and black,I don’t mix my words,I speak to you the truthI’m honest and straight and to the point,I’ve been like it since my youth,So,Nail me to the cross,I’m a martyr to the king,Put me to my death,And let them fallen angels sing,Praise oh, Hallelujah,The poet is dead,Let’s all ignore his words,And everything true he said,The greatest life,I have never seen,The paths I have chosen,Have depicted where I’ve been,When I write my words,Some you may not like to hear,But I write only what I know,I have shed many a tear,The Devil he tortures me,And so does the Lord,But I’m a fighter,And the pen be my sword,So,Nail me to the cross,I’m a martyr to the king,Put me to my death,And let them fallen angels sing,Praise oh, Hallelujah,The poet is dead,Let’s all ignore his words,And everything true he said,Life isn’t all roses,Falling at your feet,It’s roses with thorns,A kind of bittersweet,I grabbed some pen and paper,And tried to make a stand,My words of wisdom and life,Not the greatest of demand,In your ears,My words so uncomfortable,They don’t sit pretty,And so as a poet I shall fall,So,Nail me to the cross,I’m a martyr to the king,Put me to my death,And let them fallen angels sing,Praise oh, Hallelujah,The poet is dead,Let’s all ignore his words,And everything true he said
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1010011010
Electric domination coming soon,At the call of the 18th full moon,No one knows where we actually stand,Weather to run or shake cyborg’s hand,Created by man but no one sees,That we are still just chimpanzees,In a land we try not to, yet still destroy,We learn the technology as a young boy,Out of work and down and out,Machine over man the companies shout,Artificial intelligence getting smarter by the day,The Human race now just in the way,We built with good intentions straight from the heart,But the computer chips are now way to smart,Soon it will come, man will run,When Microsoft has a bigger and better gun,Should we marvel at what we made,Or all run for cover to the Everglades,Try to live in harmony, man and machine,But the potential is infinite, a tyrants dream,A computer that thinks, is that even possible,Our naivety let this happen, back to school,The leaders they all met in secret underground,So to disguise their plans without making sound,We go to war man versus machine,And we all die in electric dreams,With half the world destroyed,No humans remain just droid,In the end we were to blame,When we gave machine a motive and a name,So here ends mine and your story,With a message of fear and failed glory.
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Poetika, Salisbury (16/08/2022)
A venture out to the Poetika night in Salisbury. A very warm reception and some very talented poets
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A very nervous Dark Poet
My first ever time preforming live in front of people (Andover Rocks Poetry Night 2021)
Poems
The Bar
I’m drinking with the down and outs,And the ex coke heads,The people who wish,That they were dead,I’m drinking with the depressed,The stressed and the anguished,I’m dying with these good for nothings,And there’s no way were gunner be missed,Alongside me are the psycho’s,The disturbed and the anti-socialites, The bitterness runs through us,As we start and finish fights,The music’s playing,But I’m too drunk to care,Whoever chooses life,Buyer beware,The paranoid have turned up,Acting weird and making a scene,So have the dirty,And so have the clean,The fragile are sitting in the corner,Quiet as a mouse,They aint drinking much,Even though drinks are on the house,The self-harmers are here,Crying into a kitchen knife,They slice into their flesh,Just like how they have been cut up by life,The fighters, the law breakers,And the running scared cowards,The triers and the conmen,Going backwards, never forwards,The nervous, the twitchers,The rattled and the shaking,Are all sat drinking cheap Polish vodka,With the rest of us forsaken,The barman talks about the future,And tells us all to stop and think,Yet he’s the one,Lacing us all with drinks,I’m drinking,And have been all night,I’m drinking with all these wretches,But there’s no one else in sight,I’m a prisoner in my own head,Trapped in a cage of hell,I could of saved myself,But it’s too late now,Schizophrenia the bastard,Has taken over my mind,And as I finish my drink,The bell rings for chucking out time. Wrote on 07/11/2018