In Difference

I don't have much
in common with them
They tell me that
Again and again

They don't have much
In common with me
That's pretty clear
For most to see

I think it's best
To love each other
But don't believe
That love should smother

I used to think
They thought that too
But now I don't
Believe they do.

Bird in a cage

My prison of glass 

and walls and steel

Chained to a computer

A hamster on a wheel

I'm entertaining
the darkest of thoughts

To find the peace

I've always sought

I do not feel
all that well

But it doesn't matter

Who I tell

The problem here

Is plain to see

The object of my suffering?

It’s me. 

June 22nd 2016

The muggiest of days
Where sweet air
Offers no reprieve
Only 48 hours
Until I hope 
To be relieved

A tripartite lesson

A tripartite lesson.

Difficult it is for me

To  let go of this possibility

But let it go

I know I must

Or I shall dampen

Dull then rust

Be burned repeatedly

By a lack of trust

And be reduced to embers.

Difficult it is for you

For me to not be like them too

but I must make

this show of no

or over the cliff

our sense will go

contorted in a dance

of to and fro

until we trip and fall to earth.

Difficult it is to make

Decisions, pick the path to take

But make a choice

Is what I've done

So hear my voice

Give up this one

Move on with your escapades

Neither has won

Yet this game has reached its conclusion.  

2015: STOP THE MADNESS!!

Over commercialisation

Loss of rationalisation

Engineered entertainment

born of exploitation

Low budget programming

spawned from crass generalisations

“Tesco law”

and coke with my name on

Adult “Dick and Dom”

Not one meaningful song

A showbiz circus train

everyone’s riding along

Someone bang the gong

and STOP THE MADNESS.

How did it all go so wrong?

What we do

What we do

Dip a toe in

Don’t jump head first

Assess how deep it is

So you don’t get hurt

All these things

We know are true

But wilfully ignore

When we do what we do

Don’t shit here

It’s on your doorstep

Show no weakness

So they can’t extort it

All these things

We know are true

But wilfully ignore

When we do what we do

Too late now

We've already done it

People will find out

So its just how we spin it

All these things 

We know are true

Will try to remember

With the one after you. 

Twenty five

Twenty five

Happy to be alone

No certain texts on my phone

Spending time on me

Don’t expect you to see

Cause you never did, did you?

Inside my head

No more sudden sights of red

Focused on what I want

Ignoring what you taught

Cause it wasn't much, was it?

Comfort in myself

Don’t feel I’m “on the shelf”

Cause I am not for sale

This is just part of my tale

Like you were, weren't you?