telekinetic messaging
perforated sky
from under which
telegrams skim
thoughts
against the tidal flow,
ten thousand opinions,
are yet to take
such treacherous journeys,
rightful owners
write to reply,
each letter
twined to its sender,
ink is wasted
on paperless communication
the scholar
waits for his words to arrive
gentle persuasion
the school bell signals end of play,
the malleable are forced into lines,
smarten your dress, center your ties,
let us now continue to learn the lies
teacher
preacher
manipulator
enforcer of a ‘lefty’ agenda,
your parental guidance ends at the gate,
your children belong to the system and state,
don’t kid yourself in thinking you have any say,
put one foot wrong and they’ll get taken away
long gone
the place I call home has long gone,
those that I held close are ghosts,
the hideouts we ran to have overgrown,
the cock on the block has flown,
his disciples, now looking twice their age,
working dead-end jobs,
barley making minimum wage,
being the ‘local hero’ just wasn’t my style,
I’d rather suffer to serve my dreams
than live a ‘straight life’ in denial,
it takes a certain kind of bravery to
leave a sheltered stay,
but nothings learnt without courage,
I had to do things my own way
I’ve forgiven all those wasted nights spent
chasing after you, walking the streets until first light,
trying so hard to make sense of what was right,
it only seems to get harder with time,
some of us find ourselves searching forever,
whilst others were born to walk the line,
and with every year that goes by
the young at heart refuse to let
the myth of old age be the reason they decay,
I see nothing of those I thought I knew,
I had to do things my own way
"I felt my life reaching far more than just a mile
I felt my heart rooting for a new nourished soil"
I’m confused, worn out and stuck in a loop,
caged like a tiger in a chicken coop,
my wild desires will burn this town down,
I’ve got nothing left without you around,
I’m forever rehashing memories
that just don’t represent the past,
Oh, how I wish it was all so simple,
like burning photographs,
or pincering the thoughts
clean outside of my head,
it’s those moments in the silent
hours, I mouth the words I never said
nothing ever lasts, you can try to hold on,
but those girls that pulled your heart out,
have long gone, your first love has aged
she became so painfully ordinary,
a single mother who didn’t marry
she’s forgotten you and changed her shape,
looking back now, it was a lucky escape,
now these streets are full with strangers,
new faces haunt the hunting ground,
I’ve got nothing left without you around,
it just doesn’t feel the same
I don’t want to feel trapped anymore,
remembering for memories sake
makes my tired heart ache,
the place I call home has long gone,
those that I held close are ghosts,
the hideouts we ran to have overgrown,
the cock on the block has flown
and I’m still here on my own
Digital Fix
your dopamine will thrill you,
the addiction will kill you,
you’ll never feel emancipation
with a constant need for validation,
new forms of media,
infringements on reality,
perfectly presented meaningless,
resistance is a fallacy,
all these connections enhance
your co-dependence,
sounds bites, click bait
a digital binge or debate,
resist the need or temptation
to bare your soul through application,
shackled to your smart phone
your mind is locked inside a tome
put it down and disengage
free yourself from your digital cage
man-kind?
I have no faith in mankind,
I don’t believe we’re civilised,
our evolution is an intrusion
on all that we touch,
we hate,
we kill,
there’s a stain
on our hands
from the blood
that we spill,
it’s a work of fiction,
the scale of extinction
those creatures who
once walked the earth
will never live again,
there’s a price on our head,
a debt,
an infraction,
a multigenerational
chain reaction,
once the match is struck,
the flame will spread like wildfire,
may we all burn in hell
for this god awful mess,
I wish I could give an identity
to such meaningless
we are heartless, careless,
designed never to prosper,
we breed,
and feed,
expel
and consume,
to the cradle
from the womb,
we bleed
and seed,
suck our host dry,
idly observe
as mother earth dies,
we multiply, harvest,
recycle the dead,
rearrange foreign policy
as a tool to rule
through bloodshed
