Ignore the weeping wounded
As they wallow in the mire
Of your heart's desire
Palatable poison of the day
"Have you seen my courage?"
"Is it coming out to play?"
"Not today Poet
For your words are all but dead
Stick to your principles
Instead of rolling over .... playing dead!"
"You have a voice
Not the needs of this faux crowd!
"I thought you were a Warrior
A God amongst mere men
When the push
Divorced yourself from Zen
"So here is my dilemma
The knot tight inside my soul
Was this just a one off?
Always roll on with the 'in crowd'
Irrespective of the
Stand by .... what you believe in?
Stand by .... what you've been taught?"
"Fakes & Phonies
Two a penny
Cut no ice with me
For the record
I will state
My name is
Bathsheba was just a bit of fun
It held me in good stead
But now ...
I feel the time is right
To lie her down to bed"
"And as I lay her down to sleep
Silently close the door
I know she was a lot of things
But never a poet whore!
She always held her principles
In highest of esteem
She was an individual
But still part of the team
Can you my friend
Say the same
With your hand held on your heart
Stick your head in the sand
then try to pass it of
You make me vomit with your pathetic and puerile bullshit
Let me trickle down your throat
Dull your senses
Not to gloat
For I will cut you to the quick
This fucking shallow fix
Theatre of the Obscene
You play your cards just right
We can create
Round and round in circles
Trapped within our vibe
Never knowing what is real
I need to unsubscribe
But … how to go about it?
De-tangle from our mess
Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress?
I don’t think that that’s the answer
I want the onus just on me
I won’t progress … to a functional degree
That old fickle finger of fate
Ensnared me in its womb
Life passed by
Clipped wings did sigh
I never stopped to question
Now my pain is open wide
I need to lay me down to die
Teeth clench around our cord
Extraction of my sanity
Will be my just reward
As I watch you whither
Blinded in the dark
I’ll know the futures rosy
I stepped up
Perusing poet’s pandemic prose
A question in my mind arose
Angst aside what have they got
Ill tell you friend
It’s not a lot
Excuses for the lives they lead
Plant the idea
Nurture the seed
Willing victims succumb to their charm
Blind to the harm
The harm of a contrived reality
Dressed up as spirituality
Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist
Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist
Hurt worn as a badge of pride
Careful it’s not misapplied
Lest they see your
Jekyll and Hyde
Wary what’s put out in rhyme
Slowly sucking you in
One at a time
Once the carrot is gobbled up
Once they drunkest from the cup
No holds barred
The game is on
Universally singing the same old song
This life I lead has sucked me dry
Left me often wondering why
Life lived only on the edge
Carefully honouring the kudos pledge
Passion intense is
Their line of defence
Bruised and battered
Tattered and torn
Eternally waiting for life to return
So…Readers beware of the poets lure
Their chosen words are not the cure
This Forum is their new aged lair
In shadows waiting to ensnare
Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair
You’re a fragile soul
With a fragile life
And they will wield their pen
Like a well butchered knife
So please… do not believe that you are The One
You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun
I love your wicked disrespect
How you absconded and broke free
From the chains that tried to bind you
To the poets code for all eternity
You thought to hell with all that shit
I have my axe to grind
You cast aside the literary bonds
And no longer were you blind
Free you were to use the words
Whichever way you choose
Artfully awakened via the adrenalin
You released your dormant muse
You do not play with words my friend
Your writes are real and not pretend
No descriptive flowery language here
No metaphors in pride of place
Should you run and hide under the nearest stone?
For being the modern day poets distasteful disgrace
So … Fuck the poet’s philosophies
They can shove them up their arse
I’ll take the lead from you my friend
Liberation from this fraudulent farce
I cast you out for pandering your sex
You are shameful
I gift this hex:
If you need to be the object of manly gratification
If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation
Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation
A vessel pure and simple for man’s ejaculation
You are worthless
Shit upon my shoe
Read between the lines my friend
Figure out the clue
For it is in here somewhere
Deep within this write
Nothing's ever as it seems
Nothing's black and white
Does a bloke walk round?
With his penis hanging out?
Does he emphasize his testicles?
Does he bandy it about?
I think you know the answer
Just stop and use that brain
Then maybe in the future
Equality will rightly be reclaimed
But all the time you flaunt your tits
Thrust you pussy in their face
You, my friend
To the sisterhood
Are a fucking skanky slut disgrace
Wake up and smell the Costa
For conditioning is wrong
You need to understand
You cause The Cause to be prolonged
This is my stand
I hold my own
I’m never fazed
By stick nor stone
For I know deep within my heart
The value of my worth
I will never sell my principles
For merriment or mirth
So … please …. just take a moment
The words within this write
Unharness faux benevolent blinkers
Because this is our absolute pre-emptive right
As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it!
It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to.
So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been.
The husband that you should have been to your wife.
The father that you should have been for your children.
The man that you should have been to the world in which we live.
YOU failed on all three points.
How does that feel Father?
Not too good eh?
Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me.
Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your loins …. Open your fucking eyes.
What do you feel?
What do you feel when you look at us?
When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our
Sunday Best and all.
Stuck for words eh Father?
What’s that ….
Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through.
It’s a start ….. I suppose!
Let’s start with your wife.
Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity.
OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is
She could have had the look of a woman in mourning.
Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting!
Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed?
She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children.
If only things had been different.
We would have cared for her.
Soothed her troubled soul.
Kept her safe within the warmth of the family.
But alas …. There was never any fucking warmth ….. Was there Father?
So do you know what …..
When she is caught dancing naked in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my fucking head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin.
Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured?
You created her.
Made her what you thought that she should be.
So ….. Reap the fucking benefits Father.
Let’s look into the eyes of your children.
Oh ….. You see it too.
What a turn up eh?
Is it …..
Is it …..
Dare I say it?
Jesus fucking Christ.
Oozing out of the pores of each and every one.
And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones?
Why …. They are your grandchildren.
But you never got to see them …. Did you Father?
They could have mourned your passing too?
But alas yet another generation denied.
By YOU! …
And your unhinged madness!
If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow.
The fun that we all could have had.
Things could have been so different Father.
So different …..
Can you see how close your children are?
Off course you can’t.
Because YOU destroyed that too!
What exactly was wrong with us getting on?
Why did it cause such fear in you?
Why was there always pleasure in pain?
Pure evil you were Father!
And you can wipe away those fucking crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father.
CUT NO ICE!
I know what you are about.
I have your score.
YOU can never touch me.
I hold my own.
YOU needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man.
To validate your own pointless existence.
Stop fucking crying.
You worthless piece of shit.
We could have gone to the ….. Zoo!
We could have had …. Dinner!
We could have …. Holidayed!
We could have ….. Laughed!
We could have ….. Cried!
WE COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING NORMAL !!!
You stone walled every opportunity.
Look closely at the world in which you lived.
Look carefully at the prison that you created.
No outside influences.
No one ever knocking at the door.
Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated YOU too!
You refused to even work.
Such was your level of jealousy.
She wasn’t fucking the:
She wasn’t ….
But you were ….. Remember eh Father.
Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too.
You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone.
And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us.
You were more than capable of working.
You were fitter than men twice your age.
Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime.
Shame on you Father!
Shame on you!
So …. Now we come to close.
And in summing up, I would like to say ….
Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big fucking lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in hell ….. and hopefully that dumb mute bitch of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first !
It's been a blast!