Category Archives: free verse

Oct8

Killer!

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There’s a killer

A killer, a killer on the street

There’s a killer

A killer, he someone you don’t want to meet

There’s a killer

A killer and he will kill anyone

Should the opportunity arise then you are done

There’s a killer

A killer, and he’s not got glowing eyes and sharp teeth

There’s a killer

A killer and he looks like you and me

But we are far more human

Whereas he is just a fiend

There’s a killer

A killer, a killer on the street

There’s a killer

A killer and he wants to take away our right to breathe

There’s a killer

A killer and he wants to make somebody bleef

So beware that there are killers

Killers on the street that you may meet

And they look like you and me

But we are far more human

And they are evil feinds.

Oct7

She built a castle

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She lived within a castle

In a tower beyond reach

Hoping to be saved by some brave heart

Who would see her plight and climb up

Scale the walls just like a white night

And free her from this lonely life of exile

But the castle wals were ones that she built

To keep out pain and hurt but the walls only kept out love

To protect her self from heartbreak

She had locked herself far to far away

To be reached by any mortal man

And though many tried they failed time and time again

And with every attempt that failed

She grew older, colder, grey and more frail

Until one day nobody came by her way

And in her castle in which she locked herself in like a jail

The light of day dimmed and the love it set sail

And her life light faded and then her sad tale

Came to an end and the castle crumbled

And with her final words I heard her mumble

I only wanted love without hurt and pain

I only wanted sun I didn’t want the rain

She never really saw it could not be that way

Sometimes you have to take risks

To seize the love and nourish on the fruit of it

And if it turns out sour then so be it

But you’ll survive and get over this

Yet in the end you’ll know what it is to live

Outside the walls of self imprisonment

Of the castle walls you built to hold love in

But that actually love out because the walls were beyond scaling or breaking.

Oct5

Counting crows

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I found myself counting crows

As above and so below

Everything is we know is gold

When we dwell within the soul

Shrouded in a luminescent glow

I walk the path under stormy skies

I seek the mythical realm of the Lord of Flies

Where young children lose their way and brutalise

Which is not much different

From this world we call civilised

Yet sojourning this life

I travel across the seven seas

And watch acrobats trapeze

While watched by a gibbering bunch of monkies

Who were enjoying a Mad Hatter tea party

Down a rabbit hole frequented by a girl called Alice

Who came from a town of malice

And it left me wondering and hungering

For future dream like rifts and shifts like this

That come to me when counting crows

Deliberating on as above so below.

Oct2

Pritti hypocrisy

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Pull the ladder up Jack, I am fine

I got here in the nick of time

To ignorantly shout and verbalise

About how immigration from across British tides

Needs to end, so best give a speech

Of the most rancid of all hypocrisy

To show to all my dark cold side

It’s not just immigrants, me, Little Pritti Patel despises

It’s those poor anying fucking poor and working classes

And although not long back nearly sacked

For what some termed as treason

The rise back though beyond all reason

Exults me back into the limelight

Back into the elite with their might talking shite

I can posit and pontificate that immigrants will not be welcome here

And as I say these words can you hear the ladders as they’re raised

And the sound of a xenophobic ovation and praise

That someone of one time immigrant descent

Should be so forceful in bringing it to an end,

Pritti, Pritti not so pretty

Pritti, Pritti your hypocrisy is truly and visibly so fucking ugly.

Sep21

Molotov drop

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A molotov drops

As the cocktail bar rocks

What’s the deal with plastic crocs

Suddenly we notice the riot squad

Amidst this protest love is lost

And as silhouettes dance

In an alleyway of tangential plans

Perspicacity is sought by a child of a different clan

And as the cops plan to kettle

I’ve decided I like tea made of nttle

And as the rubber bullets and tasrrs are readied

Ships seldom set sails on an ocean unsettled

Clash and bangs ring out in the night

People starve in poverty

Yet kids are being to speak nice

Always polite

While the poor die

I hear the sound of a baby’s cry

Something is going down tonight

But skipping through the verdancy of meadows of delight

The rabbit heads off down his hole in flight

And we’re left scratching our heads at the sight

Then down goes the lights

And within this riot

Change becomes the golden prize.

Sep20

Seeker of paradigm shifts

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Sensory deception

Is the illusory perception,

Of the eye and the mind

Like the flaccid mans

Dream of an erection,

And constructs of the fantasies

That tangential influence

Of the guy in the pulpit

And in the suited politicians

Who were seeming born to lie

I cry tears while in utero

Despite crimson tides

Of a future defined

By a love that magnified

In the hearts of a seeker of paradigm shifting.

Sep17

Blinkers

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Blinkered people

Live blinkered lives

Buy into domesticated lies

Question them they return hate

Rooted as they are in negatives states

They lack the capicity to love

To be positive or understand enough

Of what truth really truly is

Not being able to free think

But I respect their views and thoughts

They’re only regurgitating what they’ve been taught

Toxic them makes them hard to engage

So my advice is to best stay away.