Poetry Blog by Wez Jefferies
on It's easier not to love (Mon, 1 Apr 2013 07:33 pm)
on One for the couple at the back (Wed, 20 Mar 2013 12:36 pm)
I like to sit beside the sea
And close my eyes just enough,
That I can say I'm here alone
I pretend I'm the last human,
All my troubles drift away,
It into the waves endless repeat
Its slow certainty comforts me,
My senses leave on the tide,
The freedom I seek
Comes from living
On a small island
Where I must keep every thought
Every action packed in the land,
They get stepped on...
Saturday 15th April 2017 8:48 am
Lately I’ve been wondering,
Wondering in the lowlands,
Lately I’ve been following,
Any star that shines,
Painfully I’ve swallowed,
Poisoned arrows that led me here,
They whispered dreams and virtue,
Didn’t know it would crumble to tears.
I can’t help it,
Every man has felt it,
Though you try to help me.
Where every map leads backward,
Tuesday 11th April 2017 8:31 pm
Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.
Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride fo...
Friday 21st June 2013 10:06 pm
When Obama goes to bed,
Before he rests his weary head,
Does he say a prayer for those,
His unmanned drones left comatose?
Does he shed a single tear,
As Palestinians live in fear?
Does he hear their cries and still,
Think collateral damage, is a necessary ill?
Does he talk to God, on sleepless nights,
They discuss Islamic rebels by candlelight.
Which freedom fighters to arm...
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:13 am
Stop the cuts, and stop the closures,
Private companies, trying to own us,
Globalist profits, tax payer exposure,
Figures kept under wraps, like a banker’s bonus.
Stop the cuts, ‘cos they’re completely unfair,
There’s no need, for cuts to welfare.
Why not abolish Trident next year,
And concentrate on the families living in fear?
Struggling to pay the rent this month,
Friday 26th April 2013 8:21 pm
When the dust and dirt
That lies on life's rugged road,
Gets displaced and dissipates
Under a titanic truckload.
When equal forces meet
They repeat, and unseat
Life's rhymic refrain,
Revolve and run on into a hurricane.
Forms a storm
That torments your brain.
Condensation collects like the pains.
White clouds turn to rain,
Floating far away,...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 8:53 pm
Sometimes it’s better when you don’t have to love,
Easier when she just doesn’t give a fuck,
She said I didn’t play the pornstar, and that’s a good start,
But tonight we’ll agree neither of us have a heart.
And like a weight that’s been relieved,
Like new lungs still waiting to breathe,
There’s no pressure, or so I made myself believe.
So in the morning you can just get up and lea...
Sunday 31st March 2013 8:39 pm
Support the troops they say, well I do,
When I stand here and tell you politicians real values,
Now how about some support from the government too?
The injured wait years for benefit payments to come through.
That's why there's soldiers sleeping on the streets of our cities,
Victims of war deserve more after those attrocites.
Support the troops, says Obama from the...
Sunday 24th March 2013 5:01 pm
Free Shaker Aamer,
The last Londoner in Guantanamo
Ten years of detension,
Is where American taxes go.
Said he'd let those people go
Just goes to show,
Doesn't matter which side of the coin you throw,
To torture with no charge, is where your taxes go.
Free Shaker Aamer,
Cos it's the right thing to do
Sign the petition,
Wednesday 20th March 2013 10:12 pm
Reflected in my beer
A face appears
That I haven't seen in years.
Says he's just had his heart broke,
So I offer him a smoke
And an attempt at a joke.
Through ambient amber hazes
We discussed the settled dust
And how we'd performed on our seperate stages.
How he'd backflipped
Into a basket,
That became a funeral casket.
Sunday 17th March 2013 10:18 pm
It’s not the same for banksters,
The real gangsters,
Never wind up in handcuffs.
Behind scandals, there’s board rooms,
And JP Morgan goons,
That don’t care if you choke on the fumes,
Of their cooperate joyriding,
As long as you keep abiding,
By standards they’d never live by,
Like eating a steak pie,
That’s 99 per cent horse and 1 per cent fly!
Thursday 21st February 2013 9:52 pm
Close calls and near misses,
Is it really worth it for drunken kisses?
No, that’s just letting off steam, like when a kettle hisses,
It’s the soul kisses that leave your brain in eclipses.
Remaniises, of what was once tender,
Maybe it’s better to be drunk, so your mind doesn’t render
This kiss important, gets scrambled in the mental blender
So you can lie abo...
Wednesday 6th February 2013 7:56 pm
As I walk past the river Tyne,
I like to think of water droplets
As thoughts unspoken moving on the string of time.
The lone fisherman casts his line come what may,
Tears of laughter, times of fear and doubt,
The rain, the rock, the river washes all away.
So again I howl to the moon,
Whilst ripples shine and disintegrate like mica
And it pulls on me like a junkie spoon.
Monday 4th February 2013 9:50 pm
I think we need a civil war,
‘Cos change can never come from petitions,
Whilst politicians don’t even make the decisions.
And it’s not about royalty or roundhead,
It’s more like Malcom X said there’s field slaves,
And those stuck in the house brain dead.
A civil war,
Overthrowing central banks,
Burning Union flags and oil tanks,
Knocking on ...
Saturday 2nd February 2013 11:02 pm
There’s always a way back home.
Maybe no one told you
But cement and brick last a long time,
Even when neglected.
You can disappear for a year or ten
Then come back again, to the street,
And watch history repeat
As memories breathe through old concrete.
And maybe it’ll seem strange to meet,
After all it was there I learnt life can be like
Tuesday 29th January 2013 7:28 pm
The fashion industry grips girls and boys in a funny spot,
Gets self hatred leaking from their mouth's like a money shot.
‘Cos there’s nothing wrong with exercise to tighten your thighs,
But there’s something wrong with drinking bleach to purify your insides.
So if we run out of cannabis,
I’ll have to handle this,
Just to release the pressure on her
With a fashion antithesis.
Friday 18th January 2013 11:29 pm
'Cos it’s the ones that you love,
that will hurt you the most.
Sometimes you wish they’d die
Because you can’t get cut by a ghost.
But that’s the voice of a coward
Like Ben Burnanke infront of congress,
Leads to bong hits.
I’ve walked several times,
To Hell and back,
Old flame and fiery tendrils appeal
When there’s a storm on your back.
I’ll take the ...
Saturday 5th January 2013 9:22 am
This is the start,
Though it feels like the end.
Moved away from falls from graces and friends.
Of social and sexual depravity,
I need to find a way to overcome a force 5 times gravity.
In this state,
It's easy to fall into past mistakes.
Like Peruvian towns,
Rebuilt on the sites of earthquakes.
Saturday 10th November 2012 9:08 pm
You don't have to look far to see where we're headin',
Look at Greece and Ireland it's a bloodless armageden.
The Global Insurection Against Banker Occuption,
Is being fought on the front line by european nations.
Mothers and fathers skipping meals for sons and daughters,
The electricity's cut off, like the water.
Then it's out in the street,
The downbeat's com...
Thursday 8th November 2012 9:24 pm
I might look like a mortal man to you,
But I was brought here tonight just to speak to you,
From a higher dimension, where nobody is ever born or dies,
Where we don't get cataracts on our mind's eye.
Sometimes I like to sit alone on a throne of bone,
Made from children social services stole from their homes,
And kids who lost their souls in...
Sunday 4th November 2012 7:19 pm
Lack of information is obscene and cronic,
Holds you back like the bars of a prison that are socio-economic,
When all you know is what Fiona Bruce told you so
Why would you worry about GMOs from Monsanto?
In schools we're taught no sense of identity,
Like a man running for office, no personality,
Because they know if we had any sense of who we are,
There's no way in hell we'd let ...
Sunday 4th November 2012 5:38 pm
I'm from a land where,
Two girls on the bus to school is revolutionary,
Where we bury boxes full of our still born children,
'Cos experimental biological weapons more or less killed them.
Plus the starvation, and working on the opium plantation,
Whilst Halibuton gets paid to rebuild my nation,
MPs with hidden interests plan my leader's assasination.
From London to Lo...
Sunday 4th November 2012 5:34 pm
My opinion of the Christian God is shitty,
I'll put my hand on the Bible and tell any girl she's pretty!
Like a homeless child clinging to a pipe for warmth, steaming
Flithy, but I'll give her a cleaning.
If you think there's a difference between Tories and Labour you're dreaming,
Like two junkies and one crack pipe they're fiending,
Besides all the power's with the cent...
Sunday 4th November 2012 5:17 pm