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To Try Is Human, To Strive Is Divine
Sweet summer sunshine
And her warm embrace,
Her radiance as pale as egg-whites
Veils her face.
She shies away from you and I
Behind the soufflé of clouds,
Mighty and high,
Far, far away from the mortal crowd.
Or perhaps she's afraid
Of the power we hold
To birth, sunder and devastate
Those shaped from the same dough.
Fragile feeble fingers
...Thursday 18th June 2020 7:24 am
Prometheus
All these gifts, All these blessings in disguise
His mysterious ways, his sadistic delight
From the trees of eden that give a graveyard sigh
To the centipedes within me that just do not die
The students of the earth bicker together, both dung and honey flies
They buzz together, they fly together but alone they shall die
Oblivious to better sunsets, oblivious to a better day
Unkn...
Friday 8th May 2020 12:46 pm
Thoughts in Times of a Pandemic
Here I find myself thinking about what I have always said: human beings are fragile and things can and will change in a blink of an eye.
As if things were not complicated enough in our beaten-up world; the terrible and endless civil war in Syria, the provocative bravado of North Korea, the continuous fights and rants of Trump with allies and adversaries, Putin's permanent interference in everyt...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 10:14 pm
Untouched but not Unfelt
Untouched but not Unfelt
Spent years like a husk
now life is kindling again,
purifying from pain
and pleasantly plentiful
at present.
The cage of the State
is nothing,
for I traversed the labyrinth of my own mind
and survived.
So I shall recognise shackles
as a concept,
but be mindful of surrendering control.
Isolate from crowds but not from feelings,
not from unde...
Sunday 22nd March 2020 9:08 pm
A Poem About Hatred
We cannot end the nightmare
only explain it.
Cruelty permeates benath the societal fabric,
Festering,
As it rises to the top like curdled cream.
It oozezs through
and overtakes the unsuspecting.
Spreading from host to host like a cruel fungus.
Twisting and morphing.
Until we succumb to the sweet vitriol.
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 7:58 pm
Let Me Breathe
Writing poetry has become
an automatic response
to the slightest wave
of rejection
washing me up onto the shore
covering me in seaweed
and telling me i dont
belong
Rejection blankets me
in teary eyes
tugs at my heart
leaves me to die
As if the society
that rejected me
dunked my head
under the sea water
and my weeps we...
Saturday 31st August 2019 7:21 pm
Upon Hearing of an ICE Raid: we want the country back
We want the country back.
America feels like a cornered rat
trembling savage
desperation spilling
like rabid light
from frightened eyes
gone flight now only fight
time stopped
avenues of escape blocked
so
desperation becoming bullets
fear becoming cages
heat waves of hatred
trapped in terror
paralyzed in pain
America feels like a cornered rat
...
Thursday 8th August 2019 7:49 am
Face To Face With Us
{Face To Face With Us}
My white and tan face fades,
hiding inside of this grayish black smoke.
I knew they'd use it against us,
dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads.
I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight.
I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.
Their clouded misguided assumpti...
Monday 16th April 2018 1:36 am
The World’s Eyes
These thoughts that run through every crevice of my mind. The harmful things that touch and ruin the most precious moments, I can’t stop them. The bad that always overtakes the good. The evil that somehow breaks everything that I once loved. Society has broken my view of perfection. Not only my view of perfection, but it has broken me. Into millions of pieces that will never be able to join back t...
Friday 13th April 2018 8:32 pm
Believe it or not
Believe it or not but you are a culprit
Believe it or not but you are dead
All the words you speak, the thoughts you have
It's all what they fed
The collar is around your neck
The rein is in their hands
No matter how far you wanna go
You do what they say instead.
Saturday 17th March 2018 12:32 pm
Too "Thug" To Fall in Love
lil shorty's been through a lot, got her heart broken one too many times.. all she ever did was give her love and trust to people who didn't see what she was worth, it wasn't her fault she'd end up so hurt.. she just believed imperfect people were beautiful and, like herself, a broken heart is possible to be mended again.. so she gave her love tryna fix a thug.. she saw pain and potential in his e...
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:42 am
Technology can be a virus to society
Remember when thing's used to be good,
musical sounds, movies the taste of our food
remember when we had such fun playing outside
fishing running dancing going for a bike ride
A time before machines had us all hooked
when you'd go out for a meal and talk to each other and looked
When your parents would spend time with you
not online pretending to
When you would burn off ...
Friday 16th February 2018 4:09 pm
Monkey's mentality
With an intent of
Stripping off all--Wives & footholds--
And taking over,
A monkey measures
And measures
Father's foot mark
Walking behind father's back
And inflict on the same attack
Cognizant ,subject to
The wear and tear of time
, feeble,
A defensive hand
The father could lack!
A mentor, I helped
An apprentice
Acquire a sharp mind
And a nimble hand
Till on his feet stand.
Whe...
Thursday 7th December 2017 8:24 am
Invisible ? Ghost Writer
{Invisible ? Ghost Writer}
The background scenes of a ? ghost writer that is transparent and so invisible to the outside world around her as she keeps her invisible identity hidden beyond the fences of her ghostly safety because she has been abused, beaten, verbally abused at the hand's of society and you that has left her broken for year's and as the ghostly female writer hates that she ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 5:57 pm
Ignorance is bliss
So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition
When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen
Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware
As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air
I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap
What about the metals likened to a subtle che...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:35 am
.
And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!
...Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:40 pm
Aiming
Aiming for nothing but net,
that is, a net worth of one billion George Washington
Dollar bills paying off these utility bills and moving up to Beverly Hills
Aiming to satisfy my lust and greed, but yet
I feel this birth curse called sin, weighing me down like a ton
a ton of bricks falling back to back on my back - dying of cheap thrills!
Aiming to turn this all around
forget the rhyme sch...
Friday 11th August 2017 6:17 pm
The Gentrification Scheme 2017
My funeral is a live cremation
My home is a burnt out tower
My plight is that of a nation
One of selfish gits wielding power
I am a ghost haunting the streets
My home is your left or right wing tv show
My place is within the gentrification scheme
Lost somewhere I don't know
I raise my voice to be silenced
My concerns are shit on the heel of your shoe
There's money in death and violen...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 1:35 pm
Normalcy Bereft
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
Sex Overlooking The Sunset
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
Afraid of Society
Born as an outsider
Live like a lone wolf
Scare of playing with others
Good chance I might humiliating myself
So I sit next to my window
Watching the world having fun without me
Dying to break out of my soul
The fear takes control of my soul
The quietest of a room
Can give me company
But it doesn’t fill
The void of loneliness I feel
I’m getti...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:06 am
Welcome to a Place Where...
Welcome to a place so secret and scarce, where love dwells and people swear.
A place where allusion is key to misleading love and people all around hide from the truth.
Welcome to a place where tennis shoes have thrones and your own shoes carry pillows.
Welcome to a place where boys and girls portray men and women, but the parents don’t know they started the trend.
Welcome to a place w...
Friday 9th June 2017 4:43 pm
Domestic Drama (Part 1)
I know better
so why don't I do better?
Be angry and sin not
that's what the word says
obscene language,
that's what the world says
I'm tired and cranky
and frankly,
I just want to lie in bed
but lo and behold!
She is sleeping there
like Snorlax or Goldilocks
and I'm suppose to bear this?
too tired to fume
want to sweep this away
'Bring the broom, take out the trash,
feed t...
Saturday 6th May 2017 1:38 am
A GOOD OR BAD PAST
A ‘GOOD’ OR ‘BAD’ PAST?
Pleased I am that born I was when I was
A time when even though war threatened, and, did occur
Real freedom did exist, or, the alternative was not recognised
Poverty was rife but was borne with the belief in community
Never was there the expectation of improvement by government intervention
For every inconvenience which did, or might, blight aspects of our lives
‘G...
Friday 16th December 2016 12:24 pm
Mirror
you would not believe how easy it is to break a mirror!
and we're not talking the ones that you see in the clearance sections at stores,
we're talking about the mirror that shows you how you think about yourself.
this mirror is one made of a very special glass,
one that comes in all different shapes and sizes for every person,
one that is very often...fragile.
a child often begins their ...
Saturday 30th July 2016 6:36 am
The Dulled Compass
The Dulled Compass
Humanity has not recoiled,
It’s still gorging on new found psychologies,
New found violations that incarcerate a soul;
New found paradoxes,
New found sentences for innocent rejoice!
There is no rebuke,
No counterpoint - no random assertions,
No incriminations – just you, and I.
And you’re there,
Pitching a battle for authori...
Wednesday 22nd June 2016 10:17 pm
Separation
i love you. and i want you in my life, forever and always.
and that's that.
but there are always dark masses that get in the way,
metal bars that prevent our love from seeping through,
and that's that.
we were separated by these bars and I reached out,
trying to kiss you through the small openings between the rungs
but like a slap across the face the cold metal parted us,
and that's th...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 5:59 am
something i must hide
Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine
To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
The s...
Friday 22nd May 2015 7:09 am
untitled
Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
Textures of shame
Glass sides tip away the hope of perception and cameras flash away any hint of reflection
at this hub of metal minds and stiff bodies.
This soft grey raven digs for existence among the steel nest of discardment.
Every sip a taste of us, our residue his everything.
Around me, gold fingered bird-watchers with their fogged up binoculors,
tasting their uncessary glory.
Molten pride down th...
Thursday 20th November 2014 3:30 pm
The Poetic Bond III
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THE POETIC BOND III, ISBN 978-1492384199, published 5 October 2013
Poetry of the MOMENT, from across the PLANET, poetry of our WORLD
Poetry that documents the Contemporary Zeitgeist
Poetry that explores, illuminates and examines the Human Condition
POETRY THAT BONDS US
Poetry from
Br...
Monday 14th October 2013 10:30 am
Entropy Song
The Union man gets up to say that rights he fought for day by day
Are quickly being snatched away. Hurrah the Union man!
He’s calling out to you and me to show some solidarity
And march beside the TUC. Defend the Union man!
The low paid worker makes a plea to call upon our sympathy.
The state affords him subsidy to make a living wage.
When public jobs are privatise...
Monday 1st April 2013 4:49 pm
This Pig Society
all selling, or telling
forgot about the gelling together
of aught that matters
till we tipped past the point
of diminished returns to ruminate
instead on what a rich man earns
and caponised the germ
of all that once promised
in a swinish lust to fill our own pockets
gave a child faced strangler
the keys to the bank
to share the gold...
Saturday 9th March 2013 8:33 pm
Heroines?
Today all talk a lot about Pussy Riot,
The girls from Russia that couldn’t keep quiet.
OK, I agree! It’s their right to fight
With the things they don’t like.
I can understand any strike.
Even when you have to take a gun,
But … sorry to say that,
I condemn their action as the dirtiest one.
They’ve become the world known heroines
Because of their dirty a...
Friday 12th October 2012 4:36 pm
You Can’t Get Tits on a Kindle – an ode to Generation OMG
You can't get tits on a kindle,
so put that Amazon one down.
Your materialistic bullshit
truly does make me frown.
I got by on handmedown clothes,
chick sticks and Aldi own brand.
You really look silly with that massive phone kid,
it's bigger than your hand.
To me COD was a special chippy tea
on a Wednesday night, granddad got it for me.
...
Sunday 8th July 2012 11:15 pm
The Reality of What It Really Is
The Reality of What It Really Is
On looking back,
How did we ever remain so naïve?
Why did we ever believe we would
Change the world?
We sit today within a society
That when scrutinized up close -
When digging down deep beneath
The aesthetics and false promise
You’ll find; it’s not the society you want -
Y...
Wednesday 23rd May 2012 12:56 am
Duties
Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 5:46 pm
Robin Hood Book Manchester Launch
Entry: Free
Open Mic Event
Contact: ushiku.crisafulli@googlemail.com
I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.
There will be readings from Ushiku ...
Tuesday 15th May 2012 1:34 pm
you and us
YOU are surrounded by glass
Within that
The world
Can observe
The normality of dinner
The association of wealth
The body on the table
The watching of soaps
The entertaining of guests
The reading of books
Masturbation in bedrooms
The privacy of thought.
WE live under mirrors
And reflect them back at you
With that emotion
We coat o...
Wednesday 26th October 2011 12:00 am
confrontational history
`
if we looked at history
on a multi-plane spreadsheet
and compared the goings on
in each particular era
we shall find that at any given
period, no matter the advancement
there inevitably at a cost lay revealed
atrocities, genocides, discrimination
prejudices, and a lack of conscience
that marks the brute in humans
poets have also been present
ever alert on the front-lin...
Saturday 30th July 2011 4:43 am
Scarlet on Blue
`
Invisible but not voiceless,
This fire within me burning;
Fueled by things long since done;
Uncertain it would continue
And most certainly would one day end.
Resounding vermillion trains,
Travelling across frontier lands;
That began by fits and starts.
But this is just the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.
Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Scarlet in...
Wednesday 2nd March 2011 12:54 pm
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