To lose yourself whilst everyone forges their own image of you,
Conforming to societies norms in order to see life through.
Do you succumb and forget the part of yourself which you once true?
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 10:14 am
I’ve always supported freedom and equality
I wanted minorities to have equal opportunity.
I believed in promoting a liberal social order,
Showing non-aggression and peace at the border.
I wanted to teach the world to live in perfect harmony,
So that our new Utopia would all be down to me,
But my kids are proper communists,
They want to overthrow the state.
They will give ev...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:06 pm
Hypothetically speaking I want to be happy. & that is the only objective I'll pursue. Machination and epiphanies may aid in the constitution of strategies that'll supposively enable me to achieve delectation and felicity, But ultimately what makes you happy? Money, materials? - No. Not at all. Tangible goods can't remunerate and compensate for the emptiness of your soul. Possessions can only stren...
Friday 17th June 2016 2:00 pm
Here There Be Demons
there is a small terraced house
on the dark side of Benefit Street
where a mother lies with cancer
and a child has nothing to eat
where a father kicks anything that moves
whether wife or child or dog
then drowns himself in self pity
and rancid numbing grog
when he leaves he leaves a hole
as wide as any pit
and a family who cannot cope
without their benefit
Sunday 9th February 2014 9:05 pm
Under a northern sky,
the colour of slate,
the bones of our fathers
as we climb the hill
to reach the cross
at the summit.
Know your place
child of mill worker,
miner, steel worker,
know your place -
for you are not
of our class,
you have no education
at our schools
Friday 16th August 2013 10:47 pm
No home, no job, just 12 good friends.
Betrayed by one who swore they never would.
Died too soon for pointless reasons.
What if God the NHS was one of us?
Sunday 7th April 2013 4:13 pm
August spawned a raging storm
four nights we watched our TV burn
we wrung our hands in shock and shame
then looked for someone else to blame
gazing over the fresh grown rubble,
the long term surplus of borrowed trouble
it begs a question with which we must wrestle.
if it’s only the threat of burning petrol
that makes the truth of now more palpable
Friday 24th August 2012 3:21 pm