When Will We Know Black Lives Matter?

When will we know that Black Lives Matter?
During some idle chitter chatter and someone says “Who?!” and the colour of their skin doesn’t matter?
When will we know that Black Lives Matter?
When the police I.D. a suspect and the colour of the suspect’s skin isn’t a factor?
How will we know that Black Lives Matter?
When a human is described and the tone of their skin isn’t used to put down or to flatter?
What will happen for us to know that Black Lives Matter?
Will it be when the difference in mortality rates start getting flatter?
Why do we need to know that Black Lives Matter?
Is it because we need to watch all divides crumble and shatter?
Who needs to understand and accept that Black Lives Matter?
All of us who’ve been given an easy life on a platter.
How will we know that Black Lives Matter?
Will there be no NEW videos of police suspects being abused, shot or battered?
How will I know that Black Lives Matter?
Will it be when the police arrive and all black people don’t feel they need to scatter?
Why do I think that Black Lives Matter?
Because I don’t believe that my life matters more. I don’t accept what has gone before to be a way forward, I’ve shut that particular door of perception. I’ve made in my heart and my mind a correction because the need of each human is to defeat the greed of each human. The goal of our species is to join forces for the good of the earth. This is our natural state from birth.
How can I tell that Black Lives Matter?
Because the people that govern say it in each verse and each chapter.
“ALL MEN ARE BORN EQUAL.” They don’t say “All but not that one.”
Why do I need to know that Black Lives Matter?
Because if one life matters less than mine, it’ll only be a matter of time before my life matters less than theirs, let’s not argue, no need to split hairs, let’s not be stupid or blind to the truth. The scientists have shown us the proof. The ups have downs, everything goes and comes round, what is lost will always be found.
The reason we have to say that Black Lives Matter is the owners and leaders are repeating the opposite patter.
The rules of the game are always the same, the majority rules, the biggest gun wins, the one ready to commit the most heinous of sins, slaughter the innocent while hidden away, giving orders but never near the affray, safe in hiding with no chance of colliding with soldiers or war, no chance of connecting with the workers or poor, dividing, deciding who should die, they find it funny. I’m not being weird but FOLLOW THE MONEY that pays for the war and we’ll find whose lives matters most, they are the parasites sucking the blood from us all, we are their host.
We’re close to a break through, there’s hope, not much, just a smatter but let’s grab it together and with love to each part of the globe scatter repeating the mantra, the belief, the truth that as well as our own; BLACK LIVES MATTER!

Get to Know Your Neighbour

How can I express my thoughts without accepting my depression? How can I release the pressure without feeling the oppression?
I can’t be ‘woke’ and be happy, what joys are there to find in a world so crappy?
We know that we know the knowns and the unknowns because the unknowns were proven to be known.
The only reason there is war is control of resources: Religion? Human rights? Protecting the frail? These are not the sources.
Control. Control. Control. Obedience. Obedience. Let go. Let go. Let go. Subservience.
If you knew how to do it, would you? If you knew how to do it, could you?
What if all you knew was how to, that you will and you can and fuck, you were born into being this awful…man.
Your dad did it and his dad too, his father’s father was doing it too, their daddies did it and their daddies too, they’ve been doing it for years and they’re doing it to you.
A monkey and a man, consumed by thoughts, desires, realising that if they control the fires…
A man and a monkey consumed by thoughts, desires, knowing that if they control the fires…
‘Power is measured by the pound or the fist.’ Saying this doesn’t mean you’re not on the list, that you stand sided by side with the beaten and poor, just that you understand a little more.
We are the fires, we are the gods, we are the owners of our souls, we are the masses, we are the workers, we are the drones, we are the proles.
No. That’s not true, I do not do what average people do. I do not have structure, discipline, or a ‘mainstream’ life. I do not own my home or have a doting, subservient wife. I do not sit and watch the TV, I do not read the national press, I do not blindly support this country, nor believe it’s a mess.
I believe the flow of energy is good within my world, I often see charitable acts unfurl. I watch my neighbours’ kindness, my co-workers’ selfless deeds, I watch one community rid their neighbourhood of weeds, then plant hundreds of practical and metaphorical seeds.
Depression is acceptable, oppression is pressure, they are being the aggressor but our honest connections will bring the purest pleasure.
Do yourself a favour, get to know your neighbour.

National Poetry Day Rant

I don’t get it, never have, never will.
Dog in the street day. Don’t get it. Yet, still
It comes around every year, a day like all the rest
except on this day it feels like a test…
Create something new (but with meaning)
Let people know which way you’re leaning
The left are loonies, the right are scum
No, no, the right are loonies, the left are scum
The middle just tum-tiddly-um-tum
I wasted time creating that but it’s okay
because it’s touch yourself gently day
or some such thing that allows you to pleasure
yourself doing something you treasure
releasing pain and hate and bile
sharing love, warmth, a knowing smile
allowing others inside your head
showing them where you lie, your filthy bed
you made yourself with guilt and shame
dirtied with no one else to blame
taking time out to rant and rave about injustice
absolutely refusing to say It. Just. Is.
screaming at the tele
from deep in the belly
It’s okay I know the truth, no one needs further proof.
There is nothing left to deny, there is no need to cry.
The rich are taking all they can from all the people of this land.
Killing the poor and not getting caught because they do it by…default.
A cut here, a boundary there and all that death is out of their hair.
The workers are next by cheek and jowl, by means nefarious and foul.
Taxes first, then higher prices for smaller, smaller then slimmer slices
of a pie they don’t even own. Don’t protest please don’t moan.
Okay if you must but we need to secure your trust
tell us where and when you want to and we’ll treat you like the cunt who
we most despise; (intelligent workers are not dependable) fuck the wise
dumb them down, destroy their mind and one day you’ll find
that I’m alright jack is the norm for anyone in England born
Even though they’ve got no fresh food, no clean water to cleanse their brood
just the junk the Americans gorge on and around their ghetto a Palestinian cordon.
They’re building the wall inside our brain with each click on the media train.
Sorry I drift, I meander, sometimes I stray
but it’s alright, it’s #NationalPoetryDay

Truth Abuse Love

They want me to tell the truth.
They want me to hurl abuse
but I’m sober and guilt-ridden
so I keep my mouth shut, click the link,
auto-fill my details and share the page.

They want me to tell the truth.
They want me to hurl abuse
but I’m tired and I’m scared
so I keep my mouth shut, look away from the jails
and go back to my cage.

I want to tell the truth, I want to hurl abuse
But not at Jews, Muslims, Infidels or Christians
Not at Blacks, Whites or Buddhists.
They don’t deserve my rage.
It’s the greedy leaders, the money lenders, the contract owners
who run this world we sometimes call a stage

that hide all access to the truth
that tell me what is deemed abuse.
They tell me what is naughty, decide if I am being nice,
tell me what my choice is
but I have pen and page.

My truth is that I’m governed
by those who happily abuse
I profit from their violence
enjoy the luxuries made by slaves.

If I tell the truth, if I hurl abuse
it must not be at my equals
but at those who want me in my grave.

Love Addiction

A Mother’s love ignored
A Child’s idea of love destroyed
‘Cos you both know the other’s tough.
A lover’s love shared and diminished.
Virtual love is never quite finished.
The house of cards is falling,
the wolves are close and calling…
Addictions come, go and return afresh.
You’re caught in your man-made mesh.
You asked for help and none came
so all your problems are still the same.
The darkness looms in all the rooms.
Memories only serve to remind
that every memento will only find
a way to let you know how wrong
you’ve been for far too long.
The games you played.
The cum you sprayed.
The lack of trust.
The friends you cussed.
The secret smiles
now defiled
were full of honest pleasure.
You threw away each treasure
for a moment of fool’s gold
and now you have nothing left to hold.

Trump ‘most amazing wizard of all time’.

They’ve pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They’ve pulled it back well…because…
They’re losing control of the slaves and the drones
They’re numbing them with shit on their phones
Dulling them with pictures of death and destruction
But they’re refusing to follow the instruction
So… They’ve pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They’ve pulled it back, well, you see, there was..
A chance of peace, a world full of joy
Where it wasn’t bad to be a girl or a boy
A synching of hearts was on the agenda
The whole world on a good honest bender
But they pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They had to pull it back, well, I don’t want to offend any of your Gods…
The truth of ‘God is within you.’ slipped into the hearts and minds
And worked it’s magic on humans, all kinds
They are here among us, they do not ask for cash
They do very little that is wasteful and nothing that is flash
They do not worship anything or have more than any other
They treat each other human as a sister or a brother
The gathering is happening even as they try to rule
If you think they’ve pulled the curtain back then you may be a fool.

Broken Heartbeat

My heart broke
I heard the snap as the love seeped then gushed out.
As time froze, so did it.
The warmth vacated its space,
left in the eye of the hurricane
and disappeared in that moment.
Yet still I breathed.
I saw your truth and the crack widened.
Yet I still breathed.
I saw your pity
and the last drop of ‘loved’
fell from the chasm
that showed my soul
and the ripples split us in two.
I still breathed.
As you walked away I tried to speak
but my breathing stopped
I heard my broken heart beating,
my broken heart beating for love,
but not for you
and I breathed again.

A Life Worth Living?

I’ve pleaded with my heart to stop beating
Begged for my lungs to stop breathing
Wished for my eyes to shut for the last time.
Claimed death as my only goal
Asked the Devil to devour my soul
Prayed for God to punish my crime.

I’ve wanted love to leave me cold
For my family ties to let go of their hold
Given reason to violent men to end my life.
Pushed away all chance of hope
Admitted that I really can’t cope
Caressed my wrists with a cold, sharp knife.

I’ve been dizzy with desire at the water’s edge
Trusted the wind on the highest ledge
Not cared which way I’d fall.
Allowed speeding traffic to make my choice
Been silent when I could’ve used my voice.
Responded positively to suicide’s call.

But I’ve changed the way my hatred works
I’ve taken it off me and given it to jerks
Decided I’m worth each breath I take.
Planned ahead for the first time in years
Allowed joy to be the reason for my tears
Accepted that part of my life was…just a mistake.

I’m sharing these thoughts with freedom from pain
Knowing I’m far from being happy or sane
Controlled each moment is all that I’ve done.
Loving isn’t the only way I spend my days
But, I’m hoping this happiness stays
I’m enjoying the silliness, the smiles and the fun.

I’m a Man (Manly men take coke, drink to excess and have sex (adult themes))

I’m a man! I fuck and I fight and I fix…Stuff. I work like a bastard and that’s enough

To stop me having to do things like washing, ironing, fetching or cleaning.

You won’t find me sitting down in a pub, at the bar is where you’ll find me leaning, talking about sport, machines, sex, money and violence…

How you’re a mug if you pay for any sort of licence.

I drink lots and I drink quickly, I spend money on ‘things’ and I dress very slickly.

I’m a dapper, a don, a doer of deeds.

I treat women like shit.

I’m just sowing my seeds, they’re not people with feelings/emotions, they’re there to help me to go through the motions of releasing the pressure and pain all tied up inside.

I tell them; this will not be a comfortable ride,

We’re not making love, we’re just having sex; a complicated wank while I think about my ex…

Who showed me the truth, allowed me to love

Got through to my soul, allowed me to love

Let me be who I was, allowed me to love

Made me earn her respect, allowed me to love

Allowed no control yet allowed me to love

But I couldn’t do it in front of my mates, my muckers, my pals, a right bunch of reprobates

We’re there for each other through thick and through thin, the fun, we’ve had, the scrapes we’ve been in…the secrets we share of the bad we have done means that she could never be ‘The One’

‘Cos I’m a man, a member of a tribe there are behaviours to which I must subscribe;

I do not cry, or need a cuddle, I do not Shelter from the wind, I do not skip around a puddle, I do not put sunscreen on my skin, I do not ask for help, directions or a glass and if you use words like preconceptions I’ll shove ‘em up your arse. I do not dance at the disco, I do not go to balls, I do not ponce around under fucking glitter balls, I do not queue, I do not wait in line and if that causes me more problems well that’s just fucking fine, I do not worry about the future, I do not think about the past, I do not see the point of slowing down, I like to do things fast, I do not see the reason why you’re crying in my bed, now wipe your eyes, make me hard and give fucking head, I do not feel emotional, I do not feel your pain, I do not try to understand the reasons I’m insane, I do not ask for forgiveness because I do not think that you are right, the only way to finish this is for us to have a fight, I do not show mercy, I do not follow any rule and if you think you might win then you’re a fucking fool.

October Rose

October Rose dances in the lights
October Rose dances in the dark
Music plays her heart and fills her shoes
Tickles her fancy and sings her blues
October Rose shines in the dark
October Rose dazzles in the lights
love flows and oozes from her very core
One look of love from her and you need no more
October Rose is fragile, delicate to touch
But if you test her strength, you’ll find it’s just too much
A smile from her feels like a kiss
Sweet, soft like the ones you miss
Open to persuasion, to change yet remains herself
October Rose, the essence of life and health
October Rose dances in the lights
October Rose dances in the dark.