Generation of memes and meh.
No to negative – yes to positive,
change the bulbs and glow iridescently, no fear in being one light -solo- informative.
Skulking around caves in the fashion of Scylla -drinking whirlwind pools of Charybdis
Not her usual Pret a porter a la mode – turn away from the crowd guffawing Helter-skelter splitting glees.
Did she vote for UN Born children?
What about those who are already suffering on this earth?
Religious fanatic family members – An atheist for president with a crab claw and a wry, outlook streaked with mirth.
Cut the cord from the past – hold it up -prop yourself up –
cheer yourself on – scream your message into a bottled glass.
Insist on declaring your right to say: I am not who you say.
List- notes, prompt references. You need not -unless these very people are the ones sending funds into your bank account, every payday.
Draw a line across the sand – Peripheral eye view – hawk soaring above a sand dune.
Marathon race – testing survival of the fittest – hottest month in the arid desert – sub-Saharan- month? not that of June.
Mighty ants group as a collective. Never for one moment allowing one obstacle to waiver them from their duty.
Poppies raining down – bloody thumb- well-read. Two-minute silence – she still texts -how dare you not honour the dead.
Two minutes is not a political thread -laughing my ass off comments chav teeth, who forgot to take his healing muti and shine a light of intelligence into that skull in the head.
Vulnerable -always strong – try and break her down with sticks and stones – rain and the wind.
Horrific people – full of hatred and dark sunken, mercury-filled irises -enough to drive a sheep to self-flagellate and undo himself – unpicking his very own skin.
Cry for our beloved world. Hear the chimes of a new era.
Revolt. We don’t need heads on a pike – listen to Icke and let’s do this in stages, don’t panic in terror and make another century filled with a book titled the great error.
Existence is futile if we don’t sing and make our voice heard.
Delicate and polite -always touches the heart of an old veteran hobbling in the dark.
Two minutes and then forgotten until another year reaches the pinnacle of its calendar date – aim that dart – hit the mark.
Years pass, yet terror still reigns.
Remember year 09/11
Nostradamus escaped on horseback – he never escaped his visions quick enough – did he reach the star north of Devon?
Unearthed relics of Bob Marley preserved in a jam made from onions and clams.
Ethiopian coffee smells better when one has a fridge full of out of date, uneaten food – leave it for the dishevelled courtesan.
Too small-minded, to make a leap of faith into the ocean.
Better to feel safe and stay in your council estate fishbowl – causing waves of drunken commotion
Bid me this moment where I am tempted to salute the majority with a middle finger.
Childlike taunts – sit and swivel – yeah screw you dark Lord of ale so bitter.
This is exactly what the system wants. Nothing – the same – no change – it’s too tiring to find the TV remote.
Anarchist holds up two fingers in the name of peace -scowling -punk dragged on skid row.
God save all Queens!
an attempted coup on her blood – don’t spew constricting germanic denunciations into one’s penetrable throat.
One must not gloat.
Yes to positive – Negative to know.
No, that’s not right we know negative should always be followed with a No.
When I say I want to disappear
By God, I truly want to conjure dark sorcery
never come back to this planet.
I’ve tried to take my breathe many times
This might sound like Self -pity ( perhaps it is).
But I’m not here to get into it.
These are about my feelings.
I’m not a poet. I’m a person who has feelings & thoughts I need to express.
I’m not trying to hurt anybody.
I’m trying to live the best way I can,
I’ve tried to take my life many times (and) yet, here I am.
I do the best I can.
Deep pan Pizza, Fried Chicken,Sushi, Prosecco.
Get my fringe trimmed,
My daughter, a mermaid’s tail.
Yes, I have sinned!
But I’m still here.
And all I want to do is disappear because I know that
Everyone I love,
Everyone I know is going to be gone.
And I wouldn’t have made the bonds with who I brought into this Life
Mor the people I’ve met or come across.
I won’t have secured any bonds.
I am lost
I am always forlorn.
I wear my
heart on my sleeve and
I cry. I
pace this kitchen over & over
And no I don’t have an excuse for relapsing
And I don’t have an excuse for what I have done.
If there’s one thing I am certain of my heart was invested in it all.I’m trying to do the best I can!
I wish I wasn’t here. I have plans- is this a death threat?
I don’t know.
All I know is there is pizza cooking, and I’m on my last tether
Overdoses don’t do it.
Maybe hang myself?
I’m (just) so far gone. This is not even a poem.
For those who fight to never lose their voice
Everyone can feel like a
All it takes is a dose of creationist bacteria inciting
countering against humanity.
Gamblers peddle all the aces
Cards spiral up.
Offers newfound grip on this moment.
Chacha amorous until her blood shrieks out in Latin,
over and over until ovaries
Acquaint within earshot of any species pulse
Inertia- vegetate in patouchlia tombstones
sheds dull the skin held in chains invisible.
Some body is still
ignorant of a body disappearing into Huxtable ‘s fable.
Iris shows off her orderly pupils during regular school hours.
A Rainbow replenishes chakras.
Illustrated by the refusal to keep a voice hidden.
Saints need sinners.
New mantra for the forward thinker
Disgrace all pulses without hesitation.
Life moves along
No need for your participation.
Bestiality was invented for superior beings fascination.