The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
We live in a world of narrow minds, Of bigotry, of hypocrisy and of injustice. We close our ears to others righteous cries For justice, for decency and for freedom. Because it doesn't suit us, It doesn't fit in with our plans. And yet when we ourselves are wronged Is it not we who scream the loudest, Rage the most about the wrongness of it all? And then we stand momentarily for what is right, Like a wave stands upon the shore, Transitory, for one fleeting moment. Then we add our loud, indignant voice To that of the roaring multitude. Then we do what is right, as it suits us, When it is in our interests And then it is gone, eluding even a memory And we return to our comfortable prejudices, To our lies and our unreasoning beliefs Whilst outside the people suffer still.
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentLove, What is love? The wise men are ignorant of it They say no such thing exists Only animal lusts And carnal desires No feelings for ones' fellow No unselfish actions Or words No hope for a better tomorrow Or brighter today They sneer at such ideals If they are right (And they are wise) Then I am lost Lost, alone and frightened. But if this is true And they are right Who, then, are you?
13/07/1990
Leave a CommentIn the still of daylight dawning
I wait
My presence
Unbidden
By those I seek
Here I stand
As the sun slowly rises
From its nocturnal slumbers
Yet shall they feel my presence
Those who have unknowingly called me
To this desolate place
Oh yes, they shall know me
Those fools who meddle in affairs
They cannot understand
Yet have not the wisdom
To draw back from the brink
Of the disaster
They are making
Their pathetic sorcery
Has loosed the long-forged chains
That bound me in slavery
Now will I wreak my destiny
Upon the pathetic creatures
That have recklessly brought me
To this place
In my blazing hand I will carry
My thrice forged blade
Once in pestilence
Once in war
And once in injustice
It will be a symbol
Of the destruction
That I bring
Upon them all
18/09/2000
Leave a CommentHe sits square-framed and lies to me With words of hatred and deceit. He speaks of honesty and truth As if they were unwanted foreigners And talks of war with pride. He wants me to kill, he says It is only right, It is our duty. We have no need to fear, he says. Then why am I afraid? He talks so easily of the hell of war, Of destruction, of others deaths, Of the faceless enemy. He talks of hate, he talks of evil, He talks of suffering for his cause. But I want peace And he will not give it, But I want love And he cannot see it, But I want freedom And he doesn't understand it. Am I then an enemy? Am I then to be imprisoned? Am I then to be tortured? Is my cause so wrong? Then why does it seem so right? Oh, answer me these questions You square-framed man. Answer me with honesty, Help me understand, Why I cannot love. And yet I know you hate me As you hated all the others Who came before me. But as I go to die now, I do not fear you, I pity you. You square-framed man...
17/01/1990
Leave a CommentThis too crowded island
Drains me
Cold wind, cold rain, cold people
Chill me
Sadden me
Make me
Homeless in my own home
Take me
On dark, dark roads
Going from nowhere
To nowhere
Through brick built jungles
Sterile sanctuary of sterile souls
Grey dank faces watching me
Through dusty windows of dust minds
Unattractive, unappealing, unclean
Living corpses crying
Putrid babbles
Of nothingness
And hate
Yet I remain
Unheard
Unseen
Unwanted
Leave a Comment Suburban walls, suburban gardens,
Suburban bricks
Confront me
A decade on
So much has changed
Behind my suburban exterior
Am I as unrecognisable
As the scene before me?
As cold, as hard, as bleak?
So much changed
Beneath the same shell
Like these houses and shops
Am I, like them,
Decaying,
Rotting from within?
Have these ten long and weary years
So etched their pain
Into the very stones of my soul
That I may never return
To what I was?
But if I could
Would I?
Have I endured the torturing winds
And tormenting rains
For nothing?
Have I watched them erode my hard exterior
And expose my raw and bloody flesh
To the tempestuous elements
Just to say
"It is right,
Right to suffer so"?
No, no I will not
But stand and shout
At my new found strength
Swept clean by those who seek to hurt
And once more return
Return to this suburbia
Unlike those around
In their safe suburban lives
A newcomer
Returning to my fathers' land
To these
Suburban walls, suburban gardens,
Suburban bricks
13/07/1990
Leave a CommentSo many years have I
The littling voices heard
And listened whilst
They lying spoke
And mouthed deriding words
Malignant in my mind
Of how I ungainly, unseemly and unfit
For custom social and for life unsuited was
Of intellect enfeebled and any skills divorced
And so believing siren song
Until now I travelled blind
But now I meekly sit and I ask
The truth of all I knew
If so unskilled am I
Then how have I become
All that I am and that is much
And more there is to come
So now must I
The littling voices still
And onward go
And higher still
To see what lies beyond
Then shall I with perfect peace
Full consummated pass
To darkness then
To seek what lies beyond
29/11/2009
Leave a CommentI started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Not clean, clinical, comical, classroom ones But stinking, putrid corpses where rotting corrupted flesh Hangs in stinking, putrid strips The puss of a thousand dreadful sins dripping in their wake I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Their hollow vacant eyes hiding hollow vacant lies Hiding evil done and good undone Inhaling hypocrisy, exhaling insincerity As they crawl through painted gilded lives I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Where faces were, bigotry remains Where hands were now deception lingers What once was flesh is now duplicity Arrogance like skin wears them well I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Smelling their lust, their greed, their fear As I walked among these living rancid dead One with them, part of them A fallen soul in a fallen world I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day
08/02/2017
Leave a CommentI sit here in my room and look out across the street There is a light on in someone's room Whose I'll never know, someone I know I will never meet I'm just a stooped raincoat in the gloom Star shine Shine brightly Brightly on those out there who know Know what it means to be tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I walk in the park watching prams pulling mothers Talking to no-one, letting their children play Passing me by, going back to their lovers Not seeing a stooped raincoat in their way Star shine Shine brightly Brightly on anyone out there who loves Loves all those who are tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I recall the one I love, how her going hurt me so Standing there, an old suitcase in her hand She told me she had to leave, had to go She couldn't love a stooped raincoat so bland Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on the one whose leaving hurt me so So much it left me tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I stand alone in the city square and look round There's nothing here except the city lights Nothing here for me in this cold, hard town For a lost stooped raincoat in the night Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on all those lonely people here Here where we live so tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I turn round and head back to my lifeless room The light is off now there across the street It doesn't matter anyway, let my pain resume For me, a stooped raincoat incomplete Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on the life I leave behind Behind me so tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love
05/03/2003
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