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Syd Jun 29
They pine for days that never were
through *** stained teeth and stagnant slur
where blackface clowns and monkey chants
still echo loud in bitter rants

The snow was whiter, summers long
they hum some half remembered song
no climate lies, no “woke” offence
just ignorance dressed up as sense

They clutch their flags like sacred skin
wrap rot and rage and hate within
A pint, a bet, a Brexit cheer
no future grows, but still they sneer

Stagnant days spent waiting
wishing something meaningful
to happen
Pints, regrets and the stench of gammon
Inspired by my local working mens club.
Syd Jan 25
Consciousness is precious
Like love and life and time
What right do others have
Over how I choose to alter mine?

Not hurting anyone
Just pleasantly minding my own business
Yet if I fail a ***** test
For **** I smoked three weeks ago...
I'd be sacked within in an instant?

Losing a loved one to alcoholism
Is the worst thing I've endured
Yet if I test positive for a banned substance
It's rehab until I'm cured?

Employers and society
Their ignorance is ironical
If they ever discover the real me
It will be nothing short of comical

I've earned a doctorate in ***** tests
Their ignorance makes me seeth
Hallucinogens are undetectable...

Written whilst watching the walls breathe
June 2021. No one should own your consciousness.
  Jan 24 Syd
dead poet
sticking to my guns,
i never realized that
they’re pointing at me.
Syd Jan 23
"I don't live in moments
Moments live in me.."
This is what my dear friend
recently said to me

At first the wisdom was lost
like pouring perfume on a pig
or acid from a large dropper
into the eyes of poor old Syd

At first the fuses burned
an electric acrid smell
but soon I understood the logic
behind the diagnosis of a living hell

Losing movement every day
to a disease called MND
such an injustice and imbalance...
Such a tragedy

Yet his smile is still contagious
but I see the truth behind his eyes
even the most beautiful wild flowers
slowly wither and die

Such a hard hand dealt
to a man so bold and brave
too many tragedies in one life
too many flowers surrounding graves
2023
R.I.P my good friend Dave.
He tragically lost his son in 2016, his partner in 2008, then motor neurons disease took him in 2023.
Syd Dec 2024
Tungsten on tungsten
scissor action
that **** noise
that raunchy little ricochet...

Guilded arrows
guiding each other
into their soft target...

Submerged to the hilt...

Relax....It's just a game of darts
Ricocheting darts...a **** sound 😍
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