periodically it sweeps over me
sometimes a calm tide
othertimes a swarm like locusts
alone in this
darkness is my warmth
it comes in floods and stays
in stints minutes, hours, days
smile and joke through it
damn being too candid
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Sunday, 28 July 2013
the wandering
young and dumb, when i
was enticed to a
fruitful wilderness
a phantasmagorical oasis
where i went
i could not tell
parts of the journey
i could not spell
i met many
they spoke and dressed like me
seductive words dipped in poison
unbeknown to us
i was unschooled in this form
of skullduggery
the Word? familiarly unfamiliar
to me
i went in
wholeheartedly, forsook
friends and family
i was taken...
don't regret many
but these actions
i regret regrettably
caught in a web
of deception from my inception
born again?
the travesty of a false reality
imprisoned by the ghostspell
bewitching false messiah
serving man not the Man
followed man's opinion
on what's profane and holy
don't regret many
but these actions
i regret regrettably
yet i journeyed
thought i was a freed slave
but really an enslaved freeman
oh, how it's taught me
this journey
went wandering to find me
only to finish at the beginning
with me
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was enticed to a
fruitful wilderness
a phantasmagorical oasis
where i went
i could not tell
parts of the journey
i could not spell
i met many
they spoke and dressed like me
seductive words dipped in poison
unbeknown to us
i was unschooled in this form
of skullduggery
the Word? familiarly unfamiliar
to me
i went in
wholeheartedly, forsook
friends and family
i was taken...
don't regret many
but these actions
i regret regrettably
caught in a web
of deception from my inception
born again?
the travesty of a false reality
imprisoned by the ghostspell
bewitching false messiah
serving man not the Man
followed man's opinion
on what's profane and holy
don't regret many
but these actions
i regret regrettably
yet i journeyed
thought i was a freed slave
but really an enslaved freeman
oh, how it's taught me
this journey
went wandering to find me
only to finish at the beginning
with me
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mightier than...
mightier than...
the sword the pen, come like rapier
words pierce flesh
and cause permanent scars
mightier than...
the sword the pen
ends life and brings death
brings life and ends death
mightier than...
the sword the pen
brings tears, sadness
joy, anger, laughter fear
mightier than...
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mightier than...
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Sunday, 30 June 2013
the tattooist by zepharaya
the pincer movement begins moment on moment
from here to there from me to you
one point fixed on the here and now
the other seeing, feeling, reacting.
i want to lift it up, the here and now but,
it's waited by action
the pincer rises but where it lands is
glancing, diverting, accepting, hurting or creating.
each point of contact leaves a mark and
tracing this is my mission.
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from here to there from me to you
one point fixed on the here and now
the other seeing, feeling, reacting.
i want to lift it up, the here and now but,
it's waited by action
the pincer rises but where it lands is
glancing, diverting, accepting, hurting or creating.
each point of contact leaves a mark and
tracing this is my mission.
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Wednesday, 26 June 2013
where did you go? by stephen augustine
i understand the need for spiritualness
but what will you spare to achieve this?
family left with emptiness
i thought we were brothers
turns out we were friends no less
actions, actions extreme at best
desperate at worst
working within new confines
marriage of needs hearts and minds
"oh it'll be fine"
for a time
until you realise!
there's just good and bad
and YOU choose to do one more than the other
welcome back my brother
but may i ask
where did you go?
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but what will you spare to achieve this?
family left with emptiness
i thought we were brothers
turns out we were friends no less
actions, actions extreme at best
desperate at worst
working within new confines
marriage of needs hearts and minds
"oh it'll be fine"
for a time
until you realise!
there's just good and bad
and YOU choose to do one more than the other
welcome back my brother
but may i ask
where did you go?
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Saturday, 22 June 2013
just write what comes to mind by latty
sometimes i'm too rash
drink to get smashed
show me a politician he'll get his face smashed
not feeling these politrick
these fools can suck a dick
their the reason why the country's in shit
call me the ghost rider
your girl i'm up inside her
have to move in stealth
you might be laying beside her
snake skin shoes and my fur-coat chinchilla
big pimp in the game diamonds bling cubic zircona
i won't sucka punch i'll punchline ya
and leave you with sunglasses to disguise the shiner
you know who done it blud
it was latty aka smoke1 aka reinforcer
all i want is money
happiness come
after i buy my mum's a house
and dad a range rover
supercharged with the sports kit all over
private licence private licence plate then watch him ship it to jamaica
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drink to get smashed
show me a politician he'll get his face smashed
not feeling these politrick
these fools can suck a dick
their the reason why the country's in shit
call me the ghost rider
your girl i'm up inside her
have to move in stealth
you might be laying beside her
snake skin shoes and my fur-coat chinchilla
big pimp in the game diamonds bling cubic zircona
i won't sucka punch i'll punchline ya
and leave you with sunglasses to disguise the shiner
you know who done it blud
it was latty aka smoke1 aka reinforcer
all i want is money
happiness come
after i buy my mum's a house
and dad a range rover
supercharged with the sports kit all over
private licence private licence plate then watch him ship it to jamaica
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Thursday, 13 June 2013
goldfish by shelley eastwick
drifting towards the edge of the murky canvass that they need,
my wisdom is too colourfully innocent for them to leave me free.
piercing my surface with their spears of hope and falsity,
their language reaches out to make me bleed instead of be.
and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
screaming streams of questions like a child not yet born.
i mimic for the eye the tumbling, choking, downward spiral,
knowing that beyond this, possibility wears me like a smile.
drenching my senses with their waves of theory and industry,
they tell me that it is only my mental mirror that I see.
and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
knowing that they cannot cage my ever-flowing form.
this equilibrium they are forcing fails to balance me,
for i know that this struggle is but a mask hiding the fears of the sea.
i have no inner turbulence.
no battle of me against me.my wisdom is too colourfully innocent for them to leave me free.
piercing my surface with their spears of hope and falsity,
their language reaches out to make me bleed instead of be.
and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
screaming streams of questions like a child not yet born.
i mimic for the eye the tumbling, choking, downward spiral,
knowing that beyond this, possibility wears me like a smile.
drenching my senses with their waves of theory and industry,
they tell me that it is only my mental mirror that I see.
and so I struggle forward like a goldfish in a storm,
knowing that they cannot cage my ever-flowing form.
this equilibrium they are forcing fails to balance me,
for i know that this struggle is but a mask hiding the fears of the sea.
i have no inner turbulence.
i just remind them of how sublime, and yet insignificant, we can be.
and so i struggle forward like a goldfish needing air,
but elsewhere i am merely washing goldfish from my hair.
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