Poetry Blogs (consumerism)
the paper, thin but strong
the slightest tint from basic white to a character
the binding, so minuscule and fine but
tougher than nails
it is an art
an empty canvas
why must you paint it with
fixes, tips, and the next new thing
screaming at souls to improve
digging out their shame and self-consciousness
in order to sell
i came here to think
Sunday 8th March 2020 9:21 am
After typing this pm below I thought I would post it here for all to read
It is NOT poetry, it is just what I firmly believe to be the truth...
Hi ******** yes
We forget how grand it is.
WE also ******* do not always comprehend how much a single press upon a key can destroy a person and indeed now a whole nation.... Fuck maybe even the whole of humanity's existence.
With the p...
Thursday 2nd January 2020 12:20 pm
We live in a society of sanitized brutality.
Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community.
Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,
and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness?
Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones.
The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:28 am
Beyond the neon sign
The blind man saw with his heart so pure
what was blind to the sighted, so obscured
The razzle dazzle of our world so bright
Hides the truth from us all, in its blinding light
Saturday 2nd February 2019 8:59 am
christmas is ridiculous
a frenzy of indoctrination
pressure to participate
inculcated in the kids
while parents go insane
it goes against the grain to be
so busy at this time of year
we should be curled up by the fire
not fucking running round so wired
to buy this tat that no one needs
sanctifying endless greed...
Friday 14th December 2018 4:45 pm
Breed from capitalism
Keeping man trapped in a material prison
With people, friend or foe
We can never truly know
All The Secrets that they have hidden
So we bury our love in silicon and plastic
Stuck in a rut, don't know how to get past it
this leads to a disease of unspeakable nature
Stabbing friends in the back for a piece of that paper
Nobody cares about the children in...
Monday 23rd January 2017 3:28 pm
We have trapped the world in windows,
Picture frames, mirrors vexed with vanity.
The wind blows slack.
Slates roll off rooves in protest.
Branches crack the panes,
Let me out, let me in.
The sun pierces film;
Shifts the night;
Joins forces with the plight
Of street lamps.
Bouncers rays the lasers from their shards,
Beat the rain like caged anima...
Friday 11th July 2014 8:35 pm
I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.
I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.
I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget
As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.
No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,
Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.
Thursday 27th December 2012 11:11 pm
Another quick one, needs work...
Tuesday 17th May 2011 3:07 pm