* It is only fear that stops you writing authentically. If most people don’t get my writing I wipe my head in relief. I’d rather have one genuine response of ‘I get this’ than likes. I feel a bit like the old Daisy. I write for me. When I write for myself I am being authentic.
You do that thing the others do.
Throw a google-eyed look away
Well, am I stark raving mad?
Gnarly Serf on a wavelength similar
to loyal Harvey the dog of Sam.
One eye hung out precariously
Electrodes attached to its head.
Tortured by experiments
Wronged species deserve rites
Left-handed Nuns appear unGodly.
Impregnated 9 months later delivers a postpartum already dressed up in blue. Momentarily stunned by nausea pangs
Delivered momentarily still
Birth devoid of cries then a shout out hits my ears
He’s not breathing
Inarticulate mid sucking on gas and air queer eye of this realm I pray for skin contact
You worry about your own soul shell feed
I can’t mimic the A team
A letter murmuration in full Flight
Fight solo traversing oceans
Contemporary pirates chaffed from over self-masturbation.
See men wink &weep over Oates that taste so so…..
Self-destruction ejaculates an abundant pressure of love.
Images of enjoyment flicked out a nebulous cornea.
Failure caught wind of future events impossible to foretell a farewell
That would be hell.
Eloquence raped of its plumage
Abreast Birds hearts juking at 160 bpm
The final crash coursing bloody soundbites around the ministry of meow-em’s mouth veins
Shed tears for our once feathered friends.
Ravens versus magpies
A sign glitters all is not well
Clear sight lights up a mass derelict graveyard.
Those blinded peacocks.
How they spent their lives chasing cataracts from the omniscient Third eye.
What have I done?
Pushed away those doves, drowned out the screaming stars.
Irksome elements are the dwarfed remainders of a mind
bent against its will.
Teething the Tension
Widen the gaps in this pension cut
this morn, big mouth
Gums gunned down left in a flap,
When is my end?
The highest peak.
A gaze overlooks
A future uncertain.
Stuck in reverse
Cold cuts down play -sessions.
Seek out fabricated odifications
Hide happiness with a common dividend.
We believe the 365 tales told
Thoughts toss flip
Look what ‘s up
step after step on stealth mines muddled.
For today I love you…
Enough,torture by anguish.
Sundowners gravity compel an early Eve to blush at seeing Adams
apple tree deceived
a pair of knees tainted by grass painted in slithering silence.
Limber climber defy the mass cavity awaiting
Underground Unwanted guardian angels willingly discredit the Grim reaper
When the odds favour that one’s number is up.
Hope in one gulp.
Grim glass-eye stares longingly at well-beings thirst quenched.
Leaked buckets reveal the fluidity of
Forget about recriminations.
Don’t carry an organ donor card
To part from the complexities of life
momentarily contemplate the features of creatures born
They graciously mutate into mere mortals as time calls it a day?
Surrender to terminal Life
Know Death can’t kill
Those already Buried under by their own ills.
Here she comes
Me -the late bloomer
I have a revelation words matter circa 2015.
ALL WORDS MATTER.
Let me try and type something with substance
Words have power.
collectively should choose our words carefully.
Don’t stop talking.
hashtag it’s still okay to talk.
start a difficult conversation.
Mental health is here for as long as we humans are.
Stop with the sincerely Stan – suicidal fan stereotyping –
Passive aggressive greeting -Hello hunties
Yes I have a cunt and I won’t let any man hunt me -unless he is prepared to be chased too.
How can we all be so woke when
we stilll choose to believe in fake news?
People love to give blow jobs on other peoples words.
Most people swallow and don’t spit.
Retweet it to keep it 100.
can we put a value on integrity?
Words matter -when we stand up for our belief to break away from the mould.
Open mic night’s expressions should be honoured by doing our words -over and over.
Especially when people aren’t watching.
Show and tell how to walk the talk.
Match a wage bet — that another brother’s claims of little Miss trouble are too high key.
It’s okay to talk.
Tupac once said
People should see before they make a judgement.
express yourself – in the social accepted way –
Aspire to appear lowkey?
All these quotes about
Keep your personal business to yourself. –
then do a 180 and take the ” power back”.
A calculated performance
reveal you know how to manipulate words – with barely legal finesse.
Hashtag wars still matter.
Use language for positive change.
Start a difficult conversation.
Think about your fellow patient in the opposite bed.
Why does she haveresting bitch face syndrome ?
Why does she stare at back after you state
‘That feeling when you feel like Briney spears circa 2007?
oh you have problems – you slit your wrists – oh how savage – roll of the eyes.
Let’s get creative with our words.
affected by a mental illness.
Lives with a mental illness ?
or suffers from a mental illness?
How savage (roll of eyes)
These labels – – schizophrenics. Bipolar , psychotic
2018 is the year where Everyone wants to be insane 😉
the reason to be a certain way is the new aesthetic
or an excuse
to be lowkey about our true shame and high key about superficial hurt not to lure in the Stans.
It’s not relevent as long as I get approval from my fam or
my Sis from another Miss.
We are more than a tick boxed list of criteria.
We are complex humans , with diverse traits and interests.
Who is that? Over there- making a statement.
Not relevant – That there is just some extra.
Not part of the true fam –
Is this how we wish people to feel?
For all the RT’ers out there who love to share,
Share your own personal story.
The world will become a place where you are lit by your integrity.
Not everyone can relate to the G.O.A.T.’s
We probably are pretty for real when we embrace our bromances and our militant feminists.
True power is being woke enough to see the ethic in bringing out the G.O.A.T. in EVERYONE of us.
We can all be be lowkey.
we are all fam.
I’m not going to say its cool to call my new ‘ship interest- Dad.
and the lack of them.
What we don’t say .. is a statement of power.
Spoken word – maybe we all have inner dictator waiting to stand up and be heard.
I don’t know how we can claim to be so woke when everything we do is to death.
What am I going on about?
Apologies for this is the mix in slang –
I’m not pedantic … I am keeping my integrity – my code of of ethics.
If we are going to talk and be true about our feelings – Remember that the words we use to connect on a level can out you as a hypocrite –
Words matter because they help us communicate and relate with a diverse bunch of people who may end up feeling like family more than your own Dad or sis.
Communication can cause dis -ease – challenge our own self awareness;
Not because you the go to p[person to get the latest scoop on someone else in life detention.
Its cool to be high key about not fitting the mould –
Embrace the idea that to be holistic is not going to conform to your method of living –
WE don’t have to be conventionally spiritual to have faith.
Well-being of the mind and body is the G.O.A.T.
– the power –
the perfect ratio.
Sometimes we fall – human after all ..
When we outcast others for assuming their make up
judging every part of them based on an undemocratic vote of what a person’s true disposition is.
How fair and unbiased are our Hugh key views when we don’t have the whole picture?
That moonscape – that attitude is a predisposition to sus and ghost others because of their diversity.
We spit words , stand up for diversity and equality –
Express ourselves through didactic verse.
Congratulate our selves on our ethics- to embrace the variety of our culture.
The irony is what we say and do,
What we day we are going to do.
And what we do when confronted with someone who is different and not facile two understand.
How quick we are to turn into heartless bastards and turn away from our own race.
Everyone is quick to look at the other person.
I Don’t see colour .. I’m not racist
I don’t discriminate, I’m well up for equality.
“Look at those tits!”
“She looks well up for it.”
“crazy, cheating man hating bitch.”
“disrespecting my bro..”
Consult the bro code.
This divine, esoteric oracle states that she was asking for it.
Aaah aaah aaah baah
True story – a woman lived under apartheid then came to live in the patriarchal society of English gentry. Shes spoke up for herself – acted like a dude -how dare she!
Embraced the spoken word and unashamedly campaigned for the right that it is truly ok to talk.
Segreted cos she is diverse and predispositioned to speak her mind, she made as many fuck ups as the people she met and spent time with.
She decided to end her life with
I don’t don’t give a fuck, I know the world is bigger than a few small minded ,feeble gossips who use their words to bond
I died to reborn .
I answer to nature not people.
Sometimes we a good rant- It’s an old one. I’ve got something say and I’m struggling.
I love all genders -for the record.