Monday, 16 January 2012

I want to make 'It'

I perspire, you perspire. To fulfil
the desire to leave a lasting legacy,
so when we leave this earth we appreciate the energy
input, the inner initiative to inspire

But don't sweat it, I do this to hear the choir
singing my praises
to observe the wanton gazes
and to know it's me who they want.

fool stop.

a chance to breathe. 
constantly under siege
by the outer, pressured
to prove the doubter

You do what you do for you.
& none of the above.
except for the one.  You must find and love.

we want to make it,
'it' is not seen or known
not even set in stone,
not naturally produced or grown,

What did we want before 'it' existed?

Thursday, 5 January 2012

Lost for Thoughts

Lost for Thoughts

Tributaries of emotion flowing to a river of words
Dam, blocked by the sweetened poison,
perceived to be 'pure,'
adulterated honey.

Cheating on your self.

False is crystallized into imagined ideas
Lost for thoughts

Vanity pervades every nostril
it's lingering stench
it's sickening hollow smell
every mirror used to admire my superfluous wings

I forgot why the cage bird sings
But I do know it looks beautiful
or so I've been told by the pseudo sage.

Rage, pungent & rampant
flowing through our veins
But the blind man see's better than the angry man.

curious, envious enigmas
Are Our insignias.

boxes reprimand unearthliness
thinking outside is suicide
social. networking is the world

the art of dis-course is tarnished
still, varnish is nailed onto the disquisition
so a shining gleam is sown, and its seeds
crave position...

The chosen-one syndrome
an ailment so vile, a fake smile
is a common self-sacrifice
to get far.
But to where?

The fog of pride disguised by humility
humanity died, is the cannibalistic dog culpable.

Rhetoric is the language of the modern man
so I will make like the proverbial oracle
and ask myself.

When we think,
are we truly expressing ourselves
Or the desires of our self?

Have we made our mind up?
If I think the reasons for my thinking
the process has me blinking.

Lost for thoughts.  Nothing more to think.

Dear Mother Britain - The Film!

 Watch the film Words Apart made over the summer: Dear Mother Britain, 12 young people (poets and free-runners) from Barnet, Camden & Haringey discuss what being British means!