Poet. Poetry. Spoken Word. Multiple Slam Winner. "He delivers a mixture of dark humour, philosophical musings and concrete imagery with real venom" (Saboteur award-winning poet Steve Nash) "He delivered a professional polished set dealing with masculinity, suicide, feminism, death and the nightmare of ordering a takeaway with mates in a moving sensitive and at time humorous way. My audience lapped him up." (Myriam San Marco - Bournemouth Poet Laureate) He has been published in Not A Silent Poet and The Junkyard Procession. Winner of the inaugural Stornoway Slam 2016 Participant in the Scottish National Slam Championship in Glasgow Available for gig bookings, collaborations, workshops, gig hosting. Contact via 07999 768230 firstname.lastname@example.org
?list=PLgeyYfmExa9j0rCAHFB-FYOiws49blQmK https://soundcloud.com/matthewnicholsonpoet/sets/tales-of-the-broken-hearted Total Tosser He’s cruising around staring at faces desperate to satisfy his inflated ego and his increased social status horn beeping when he passes girls as he shouts a selection of questionable phrases but this ain’t this blokes first rodeo he’s been doing this for ages I watch him and I shake my head and I swear to you in this world there is nothing cooler than a balding middle aged fat cunt lecherous twat faced serial drooler. ********* Domestically Unbalanced Two black eyes and a broken nose when you came round mine today. You said after you left the pub last night you were attacked in the alleyway. You said four men attacked you, that you never saw it coming; they punched and kicked you to the ground and you had no chance of running. Something in your eyes was wrong I knew your story wasn't true, but what the fuck are you supposed to say when your best mate lies to you? Two weeks back it was the same thing, but the story was less violent after another evening beating had been delivered with less intent I didn't question then, likewise I didn't this time either instead I hoped you'd tell the truth not trying to be the great deceiver. I sat and listened to you for hours as you sighed and wheezed in pain when you said the one who did this I knew by face and name. "You see the thing is mate I I didn't get jumped" you said. "I got home last night safely and was beaten up by our lass instead." "I never hit her! I swear to you! I didn't provoke her either." "You should know it's not the first time, but I swear this time. I'm gonna leave her." "I have to see a specialist ruptured is my eye they think it could lead to partial blindness I'm in fucking agony when I blink." Rolling trouser legs up to show me and taking his shirt off too he revealed bite marks and bruises I couldn't believe any human could do. Bitten on his arms and legs his back and thighs and chest were blue! Face scabbing after being scratched, fresh blood on his cheek was new. I've never seen him look so bad. Pale and weak and helpless; staring at the ground feeling ashamed beaten abused and lifeless. ******* Society Never judge a book by its cover, you cannot tell a good person from another. The girl next door filled with aggression or the bully with a brain of great invention. A man covered with tattoos and scars, but no hair does this mean that he doesn't care? A prostitute selling her body to men. You assume, she has no emotions then? The perfect husband who beats his wife, a happy child cutting his wrists with a knife; the problem child who longs for attention does he ever receive any love or affection? The innocent man who's as guilty as sin the honest team bribing a ref to win. A joy-riding youngster avoiding a crash, the cautious driver killed in the smash. Respectable politicians in scandals of sleaze, the pervert that raped her, claimed she was a tease. A man who drinks in the pub every day, Alcoholic! Or lonely since his wife passed away? The man in the hospital with poor mental health with the right support could he look after himself? The youth of today what childhood have they? Drug abuse and teen pregnancies take all that away branded with names of 'scuffer' and 'chav' a collection of ASBO'S the latest must have. Respect is long gone in our modern living abuse and violence society is giving.
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