#defence
When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
less you become monstrous.
When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
and arm yourself with virtue.
When fighting your monsters
- watch yourself
and shield your deep innocence.
When fighting your monsters
(and you must fight your monsters
no matter the depth of the abyss)
- watch yourself
and let your true self stand.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 8:05 AM UTC
You want me to remember
Everything you've ever said
While you sit there and pretend
Our issues only come from one end
I need you to remember
Everything you've ever said
I will not defend
Just because you said it instead
From January on through December
I warn I'm seeing red
The monsters under the bed
Fear the ones inside my head
I try to be clever
Struggling to keep one step ahead
Of those oh so familiar thoughts of dread
And write my feelings in poems you've never read
...although
They only contain everything I've already said
©2024
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC
The violence of the silent
Is the silence of the violent
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
I have five fingers
Raised in my defence
You accept my surrender
We shake, without offence
Till, I point with my index
Raise my thumb for a gun
Curl three fingers back
Tucked into my palm
“Bang! …Bang! You shot me
A simple twist of my wrist
You aim it back at me
A hand gun for a fist
Oct 16, 2021
Oct 16, 2021 at 6:58 AM UTC
A beauty that causes awe, that's your aim,
And a defence, this strategy called "it's all the same";
But there are cells for the marrow and cells for the brain,
And to call them similar seems rather quite insane.
Cause it takes mind to understand patience,
It takes defeat to finally accept the loss;
For only when all is lost, all can be regained;
That's the price to pay to understand the cost.
And if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.
Around they gravitate like you're a shining star,
To take part and implode and beg a mighty roar;
It's a science for the desperate — no it ain't no art;
A beauty for the primates more than a beauty of the heart.
They slide down the usual paths of expansion
While we swim against pale currents of fog;
With my renounce I won't pay this ecstasy a call,
I won't beg a mighty roar, no I won't beg no more.
But if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.
Now twice-spoken idioms might ring a bell or two
Like missed phone calls in the middle of the afternoon
I've gone out of my way to move out of the road
But I know that your fake beauty's just waiting to unfold
It's too easy to cast the blame, too easy to throw a bone
I've seen lightning bolts fall, I know who's on the phone
The dogs always bark along when they hear the thunders roar
It shouts across a sea of life, it's calling from afar.
And if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
Fear can cloud the vision of our fate
Divert attention of a state
Is it wrong to live lethargically
waiting for the bell to be rung
later to be hung
If a virus is afoot
how bad can things become
Should you just amble along
or strategise what's wrong
on how to overcome
Can we help ourselves
to be the change
with a climate in dismay
For pessimism is a necessary
self defence mechanism
Can we directly effect
our surroundings with intent
and elevate our kind
Or are we here to observe
learn and bide our time
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Calluses form on my fingers
My bones replaced with steel
Thick vines and thorns cover my hands
To handle my demons and other evils
My hands grew an armor of their own
Losing my gentle touch in the process
Asking me to hold something so fragile
Is a longing i have persistently repressed
My strength would override my intention
I would mistakenly crush it within my grasp
Tears watering a dead flower
Would not redeem my past
Love, so kind and gentle
Has to suffer, to penetrate my walls
In order to defeat my defence mechanisms
My insecurities and all of my faults
You ask why don't I break my own barriers
It is for love's protection from me
So I cower and hide, avoiding love itself
Behind the assumption that it was meant to be
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
When I was young I heard someone say,
“I laugh in the face of danger then run and hide until it goes away”
I’ve adopted this defence mechanism.
News I can’t handle becomes a comedy rather than a tragedy.
Maybe if I make light of my pain it won’t be so bad.
Maybe if I don’t take it serious or will disappear.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Have
You
Ever
Cried
Just
Because
You
Don’t
Feel
Safe
Because
Of
Who
You
Are?.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
You can throw us poets down the stairs
catch us behind your steely glare
teach us that poetry is antiquated
and act all sophisticated
but lyrics will enter your head
dance in circles and hover over your bed
when you sleep you will dream
and your rhymes will come clean
and they will carry a theme.
You can toast a wine glass
to your victory over rhythmic words
but time and time love poetry will fill a class
teachers know it’s not absurd
teenagers will be rebels and they will rap
to music talking over a beat
and their poetry is not crap
poetry is all around us and we come up with it everyday
whether written or spoken
it always will be used in advertising slogans today
and when the silence is broken
remember that poetry was used to convey stories years ago
and the poetry of those stories we know
will stick in your head
like a needle sewing a thread.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Testing patience is never-
ever a good idea
no matter how great you know a person
you don't really know them
until they snap
And when they snap
their true emotion-
not the fake answers they always give
are shown and feelings are hurt
But can you really blame them?
No, I think not- not when
you are the antagonizer
and this is their self-defense
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I'm starting to believe
That I don't have a choice,
Living in a world where I don't have a voice.
So I'll build up my defence;
Running away from a world
Where you know you'll end up alone.
Now I am going,
Imagining the biggest adventure unknown.
Wondering how to make it home to the clouds.
Now I am wanting to grow,
Trapped in a world that's so undecided and cold.
The world could be your playground,
Just listen to the child inside calling your name;
She's lost and so scared.
So let down your defences.
Stop running away; maybe disappear for a little while.
Just take your time to find the reasons.
Just give me time,
I'm the worst and deciding my choices.
Wondering if I can find a reason to carry on.
I feel like I don't belong here,
No longer wanting to stay trapped inside my own dark mind.
Now I will be going.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
I stole some underwear on a whim
but also cuz I didn't have much money
more than most tho
Someone told me they stole cheese
People put avocados through as potatoes cuz they're not affordable
I knew someone who paid for about a third of the bras they took and stole the rest so that they would be a more affordable price
Maybe things shouldn't be cheaper but wages should definitely be higher.
Our hospital is dying with the people within,
the concrete flakes like dying skin.
We spend $3billion dollars on defence annually.
I saw 'we' when I never chose that, I would never agree to it.
They say 'defence' when it's an imperialist war project by the West.
I wonder whose suffering is propping up whose suffering and
how all that suffering is propping up someone else's profit.
I wonder how sufferers might forge some sense of solidarity
and overthrow the poor mongers, the war mongers together.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
There's a fence all around me,
It keeps people away,
It gives me space of my own,
It keeps others at bay,
I constructed it myself,
It's the price I must pay.
It goes up for a mile,
While still touching the ground,
People have searched for a way in,
But one has never been found,
It's an impenetrable barrier,
That no sledge hammer can pound.
Does it make me feel claustrophobic,
Or does it make me feel secure,
Once I knew all the answers,
But now I'm not so sure,
Shall I make a hole in my fence,
Shall I fill it with a door?
Here I am stuck
In a defensive retreat,
I once so craved victories,
But I feared more a defeat,
Should I tunnel under my fence,
Should I dig really deep?
Should I stay here in my cocoon,
Or should I go out and explore,
Should I try again to embrace life,
Even though I failed once before,
Shall I cut an hole in my fence,
Need I bother fill it with a door?
My fence was to keep others out,
But it is both friend and foe,
For it also keeps me in,
When all I want is to go,
Shall I place explosives around it
And wait for it to blow?
All right you win, I'm coming out,
Waving a white flag up high,
I hope I fare better this time,
'Cos I'm reaching for the sky,
I'm taking off my lead boots,
This time ... please help me to fly!
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
She caught me harmless
while my defenses were down
she likes to make me happy
and steal away my frown
Trying to open up my heart
so she can take a look inside
asking me to share my emotions
when there is no place left to hide
She makes me take of my mask
just to reveal my true identity
but it just makes me feel awkward
for me there seems to be no serenity
Once again I listen to my own thoughts
as usual they don't make any sense
instead of cleaning out my closet
I'm actually creating another fence
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
I was a prince charming, my armour impenetrable.
A long line of defeated boys lay slain by my side.
I was untouchable, untouched. I was loved but I refused to love.
My mother died in front of my eyes, 22 years on she still treats me like a child.
She's still trying to make me into something better than anything I'll ever be.
That way she'd have something else to look at when she looked at me.
No longer would my father ghosts linger upon my features.
I built my self a fortress, a cold heart guarded by a switchblade tounge.
My army of lies made sure nobody got too close.
I used 'casual' to wage war against myself in beds all over town.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
We do not breathe a moment unloved
Though pain unjust
The most fearful kind
Swallows us whole
Torso and soul
Cognition and mind
This human realm
Heaven and hell together
Joined at the root
Ignorance a mountain walked upon
( we not looking down )
Anger desire burning the house
Bewilders blinds defends and
Shrouds the truth now
Is not the end ultimate
Manifestation of
Perceptivity we
But ancestors of those to be
Who shall see upright in spirit
Forebears dreaming
They are the highest form
A dazzling appearance i agree
Yet so far to go
The best is not we
Evolve a bit more i think
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
So what's it like to be you?
As I stand here in the rain
The only question in my head
That slices through the pain
The image in my head is of
A girl I know at school
Talked to her about my life today
She seemed pretty cool
Listened to her talk about her own life
And we were pretty similar
Her father is in the defence force too
And that was the common topic, in particular
How often our fathers were gone,
Might I intervene and say my dad retired
Twenty years or so in the Army
Of which he grew sick and tired
But she also mentioned sickness
And how some family had cancer
I felt sorry for her, she's much worse off
I didn't try to understand her
Instead I gave my sympathies
And my apologies
So what's it like to be you?
I think to myself in the rain
I know your story but don't understand
How you dealt with all the pain
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC