Ashely Thompson on Julia Deakin
57 minutes ago
The robot generation
Good or bad?fine line between
Personal inability to moderate..how I roll extreme
If its addictive and its fed to us then without choice were hooked
If we see it negatively then basically we're fucked
So we have to take the best of it
Absorb the good forget the rest of it
Seeking answers from some guru
He knows little more than you do
Am I saying hes a ...
Friday 12th February 2021 10:11 am
I have it all
locked up inside
my soul tries to hide
and I can’t find the reasons why
once I was whole
pure spirit, body and soul
the umbilical cord cut
and ready to go
into an unbiblical world
I didn’t know
the years passed and I passed out
locked in a cage of everyday life
I forgot there once was
a fire burning inside
Saturday 25th July 2020 8:44 am
Lives threatened by what they don’t know
Dictated by police banners of hell
Don’t let anyone escape their reality
We are all victims of false dichotomy
Black or white we are all longed for
Children of a false enemy
Rise up and sense the difference
A red flag goads us towards sensibility
Neutral props of a false economy
Rise forth and take the enmity
The discourse of truth will out
Monday 15th June 2020 12:35 am
Sonething I have wanted to write about for some time now. Here is first attempt:
Train, tram, bus, car, walking or whatever,
You will see what this poem is about,
just as clearly as the weather.
Girls on their phones.
Girls who are perhaps so forlorn.
Girls who might be so alone,
Just like dogs without their bones.
Epidemic that has spread nationwide,
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:48 pm
Have I caught a cold?
I can feel it in my bones
this hollow sense that I can’t shake
when I gauge the current state
you’re not paper anymore
and it’s not news
just the inevitable unfolding
an unstoppable rolling
towards flag waving
a dismantling, dividing
This news, this news
gives me contusion blues…
Politics is broken, democracy’s a jok...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 3:18 pm
I do not get it when they say,
We will not make it one day,
I do not get it, when they laugh,
On us and on our scars
I do not get it when they do not believe us,
How crazily can this world suck?
I cannot express the pain in words,
Let’s run because we seem cursed
Let’s run away from the chains of pain,
Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,
Let’s run as ...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:38 am
Pound shops and takeaways,
salons for grooming of
dogs and their owners
sit side by side.
Rancid fat acrid
in back alley junk piles,
settees and Christmas trees
in damp climate
for cotton mill workers
no longer needed.
The forest of chimneys
by new build in miniature,
room sizes shrinking,
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:36 am
Canaries in the mine.
Kids that cut themselves.
New mums on Prozac,
Calpol poured down tiny throats.
Twelve year olds try ketamine
(already smoking weed).
ask to drink girl’s pussy juice.
‘Mum, what does he mean?’
A teenage girl has overdosed.
Everybody’s glued to screens.
Can anybody see
canaries in the ...
Friday 8th June 2018 1:11 pm
We, We are the creation of the universe, Being such that our hatred of others consumes us, Our humanity so sunken in the lies we tell our selves humanity itself so distant, so emotional ,But the humanity within us being self-absorbed who is it to say that we are as that we say that the who can control themselves such that they are no longer self-centered, I can not, you can, not no one can!
Thursday 2nd November 2017 3:22 am
I am at my best
when I have nothing left
for there is nothing to lose.
Fear is a coffin,
can bury you alive.
Never be afraid to die
for after life comes the light
and all inside fly.
Life is a journey,
a fucked up maze,
dark dark days
much penance to pay,
happy is in the chase.
Opulence will end you
but death will set you free.
A pure heart does flutter
to the green ...
Friday 17th February 2017 3:29 am
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life.
You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism.
And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.
As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall,
so you get indecisive between the f...
Monday 28th November 2016 8:04 am
While we help the country of others,
We forgot our own sisters and Brothers.
Some turn to thugs,
While others turn to drugs.
On the corner is a woman,
With no other option or plan.
Working to feed her kids,
Sold to anyone who bids.
Everyday a young child travels with death,
15 year old overdose on meth,
17 year old shot dead,
8 year old abused in own bed.
Friday 19th August 2016 1:48 am
I thought I'd write one for you today,
A sweet poem, the sweetest I'd say.
As pure as as the virgin, As true as the tale.
As beautiful as you look to me, Everyday and every night.
Where did I find you ? I may never know and I may might.
I'd do it for you love, I'd do it for your sweet kisses, your little whispers in my ear,
Your breath on my neck and hand rumbling ...
Monday 27th June 2016 10:15 pm
It’s the final burial ground –
the place where they go to die;
lapping dirt-brown waves;
tourist couples bidding goodbye.
Ships slicing through soundlessly,
as smog adorns the sky.
A pigeon hobbles by on its stump,
while a gull lets out a mournful cry;
beside benches, an old man holds out his cup;
on the cobblestones stands a solitary bride.
A homeless girl leans agai...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 11:40 am
Do you have colour in your cheeks?
Do you go to sleep remembering what you seek?
Do you recall what it was like to be corporeal,
or does it not feel like that at all?
Do you wake to find your pillow wet at night?
Do you see the wolves congregating under moonlight,
and howl at your own stupidity for staying inside?
Do you stare at the files on your desk each weekday
Sunday 6th March 2016 6:48 pm
I did not ask,
I did not ask to emerge from the firmament,
I did not ask to grow, and learn, and make mistakes and start over,
I did not ask to feed a whole soul by way of wide-eyed wonder,
I did not ask,
To consider my self,
To bear the burden of loving a stranger,
To practice the discipline of forgiving,
I did not ask,
To find my way in the dark and reach out to touch the only force...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:53 pm
She ate sliced ham out of a zip-lock bag,
standing beside me on the subway platform
with her side-tilted hat showing she was
all spunk and all seriousness, making me
feel absurd to be holding these gladiolus
and heading to the far west side of the city
where my sweet friends with an Irish accent
had just had a baby removed.
This girl with her hat and her ham and I
Tuesday 27th May 2014 12:53 pm
We’ve got used to the disappearance of some people,
we just worry a while and then forget, sometimes regret,
it’s merely a question of time.
But…it’s a pity when we don’t care a dime
when the whole generation disappears,
when nothing good to follow appears.
I would like to speak about the generation of women over fifty.
They are certainly not guilty, I mean, of...
Monday 12th July 2010 7:09 pm
You seem to take a strange pride
in believing that it’s true
your land of invisible people
who only talk to you
you act like it’s okay to deride
such other points of view
as you’d dismiss as “materialistic”
and conjure up strawmen
like: we deny the awe of existence;
know enough to survive
you argue we are cynical
I’m cynical – it’s true....
Tuesday 12th January 2010 9:12 pm