Poetry Blogs (2019, anger)
Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul
her skin not clear but exquisitely marked
For the devil liked her very much – did he
Showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses
The kiss of life, the kiss of death
Leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched
Like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared
for they looked...
Sunday 20th October 2019 12:57 am
To You who art
To me, when I see
The made star night
Displacing the confusion
Of maps and charts.
A darkness that is as light
As the day when
The sweat and the blood
Tasted by a dying thief
Glistened, glistened, glistened,
While the hot sky
Darkened, darkened, darkened.
No star was seen
Falling, falling, w...
Saturday 13th July 2019 12:40 pm
pull out thre trigger u know how it go
call up lil leek cuz he still got that 4
when I'm down bad I do not got nopbody
release all my problems when I drink this bottle
still fucking hoes man I just fucked this model
nobody know about all of my problems
call up tequila u know she gon solve it
I wanna stop drinking but I got nobody
I try to reach out but they always dec...
Sunday 30th June 2019 12:58 am
‘At least your skin isn’t black’ as if that changes anything or makes it better.
I am still as foreign with my white skin. With my ‘funny sounding’ language,
in a country where people don’t understand the concept of knowing
different languages, where they know no other, except for their own.
One. And only.
Where I can’t spe...
Friday 10th May 2019 1:05 pm
Road crashes are every minute
Here and there, in every point
More than a million killed a year
And speed is death, no doubt
“Drive Safely” is only choice
ٍSafety belt, has no "price"
Come back safe for the family
We live "once", not twice
Road is not real excuse
But the behavior is a main cause
For crashes all over that world
No more anger .. no abuse
Friday 5th April 2019 9:08 pm
This poem was written in the wake of the Windrush scandal and a look in my past life as a child been racially abused in my school days of 1997. the words I have used here may be considered offensive to some but are used here to hit the nail home they are and never will be acceptable in this time of age, as I am sick of the halfhearted apologies people make for saying them.
This one goes o...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 3:59 pm
Fueled by rage,
I'm in a cage,
I'm ready to go off,
Like a fuckin' 12 gauge,
Set off by hate,
I cannot debate,
That you weren't there,
So let me get this straight,
Your bullshit and your lies,
I really despise,
You're nothing but a fake,
You can't fool the wise,
You left me to hang,
You left me to dry,
So watch me succeed,
While I watch you cry.
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:39 am