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If I could write my thoughts
You may not quite understand
For the words we are stapled with
Seem ridiculously bland

Music flows like colours to beat
Hypnotising my soul, sparking my senses
Controlling my body I'll jump to my feet
Unimportance of visuals like seeing through lenses

If emotionally moved why not be 'fantabulous'
Eyes closed I see clearer and all is so peachy
Bisto relates to Sunday but life is better gravy
Grey Monday's depress but not 'Grey..You get me?

Just separate your instincts of colours and such
Words are just letters You'll see in a bit
Brains installed with viral fake mush
Some never stray from the path of life's Pit

So blasphemy like '*******, **** and ****
Bad letters because swearing is ...wrong?
The four letter 'C' word the worst though admit
Cos **** is just letters made worse for too long

Sue is my name all over the world
Yet Mum can be Mom, Dad, Pa, Pere
If taught **** for Mum wisdom are not pearls
Red is not hot blue is not cold transparent unclear

So simply my mind see's what's gone so wrong
To un -train what's been taught like losing a limb
People are 'Crazy' to not follow and conform!
Don't get the page yet? read on its no sin

Fantabulously individually Humans
My DNA matches no others so why  march to the tip TOP beat
How beautiful we are 'ALL' Races of humans, Us
The recent power crazed gave racism a ******

****, Racism, diets, Religion
War, Rich, Poor, just made up words
Humans empathetic risers to imagine
No hate, selfishness, Malice in Humans that's Absurd!

Do we find Racial abuse amongst Dogs, Cats and such
So many species but a ***** is a ***** regardless of colour
Rabbits in the wild don't live in a hutch
Straying the point lets try to mull over

From born colour coded, numbered and named
Associated colours, Pink Girls, Blue Boys
Lemon and white if scans are waylaid
Colours are just preferences or visual noise

Taught to be the best you can be
Strive to the top, the higher, the best
Already are wedging the You and the Me
Hang on..Oh look.. I come from the 'West'

How hard to be taught to embrace our uniqueness
Respect, Love and cherish the short time we're here
Selflessly love, change this bare rotten bleakness
Humanity release this dark You enslave

No rich or poor just balanced and happy
Heinz not for me still love store brand
Caviare Hallooga Ballooga, Whatever, Really?
If not jisting my drift now... You're not of this land!?...


All I'm saying is we are all unique so live life to the full, embrace love and happiness, help others where you can, be selfless, respect costs nothing as does a smile, no need for fad dieting, embrace your unique self, let's strive to make Humans be the best we can be but embrace the journey together, life is not a competition or a race, beauty can not be visualised or bought, true beauty 'can' be the ugly ducling surrounded by selfish nasty swans.  Feel the love in all Humans globally.  The one's who lead us at the tippedy top have been hypnotised by some othre in-humane greedy, selfish sub species, who I shall name the darkness and unknown fear we only feel, because remember to visualise is irrelevant to our existence , it's through our feelings, fears and thoughts they attack first, causing panic amongst the trustworthy of our so called Governments.  If they all wanted the best for us then by al means pull together as ONE Government, but to diminish the value of money is just a way of controlling us, keeping the rich rich and richer and making the poor the lowest, ,maybe now homeless **** in society we all feel uncomfortable around?  If all houses cost the same, all wages paid the same rate and no unnecessary taxes to park a vehicle, drive the vehicle, toll costs when in the same country and no tax on wages...What they spending that **** on? We already pay tax on the area we live, yes roadworks, police, fire crews, New Homes even, street improvements have to be funded by tax to pay wages... fair enough.  No taxing us on our hard worked, underpaid jobs that we lose blood sweat and tears over and lets face it 3/4 of that goes back into the government with tv licence, overpriced food, tobacco, extortionate fuel companies conning you out ya money with standing charges and charging you more kw for the £ on the ever gracious £5-8 emergency they put on pre payment machines.  Then If your lucky enough to have worked and lived an average life you can buy your own house which you pay of untill your pension years.... god forbid you need residential care if u lose your mind or you can kiss your financial future for your kids cos that care don't come under the good old NHS.... and is soooooo over priced and understaffed by mostly aliens of society that the government take the house and money to pay for their care???? ******* rediculous.  And of course when U die you have to pay a % of the value of that house to the government.....for?? Yea what the **** for? My house? Go **** yourself!...The free bus pass don't cut it, the discount priced fish and chips DON'T cut it!!

You know the thing that grates me the most? TV Advertisements, e.g Washing powder ads.... 10 years ago it removed 'all' stains and made whites whiter than white... now 10 years on and Fantabulously new and improved with colour protection and stain, bomb, bullet proof...Yes you have guessed it, makes whites 'even' whiter! ha.. white is white it don't get whiter.....all scams for money....stick a trusted celebrity in the ad....and you could sell chocolate teapots to the masses...

My Motto..... Eat well, live life, embrace our imperfections cos perfection is unreachable, unachievable and installed into us to get more money, more power, more **** knows?  Don't be ruled by the soldiers and the puppets of society, believe in what you like and respect that others may not always agree with you but we are entitled to our opinion, not everyone is going to agree, that's what makes us different, never seen a war starting over country A likes coffee Country B likes Tea....lets go to war to battle it out....Make war against the law... would solve asylum seekers, ad that god dam racism word, bring back golly Wogs and baa baa black sheep...ridiculous...my childhood was when thatcher was in reign.... oh how the man 'o' species let 1 woman come into power and claim she ****** it..... anyway straying again...Wake up People Freedom is lost,  lets not let them take our souls too!!
Kristina Weeks May 2018
I wretch
My chest in my hands
So precious with its soft blue glow
The helpless weakened flickering

I reach out to the blur
Desperation overtaking
Each spinning around and onward
A cacophony of faces each more terrifying than the last
Laughing with their empty eyes
Each smile a twisted tear on the opaque visage
The cracked and blooded lips spit

Crawling, I offer my light

Fix it

Fix it


Please fix it

A swirling white cloak overtakes me
It’s gaping eyes and contorted smile
Staring through me apathetically like a worn mirror
It’s head snaps as it comes closer

I reach

The tangled tendrils twitch as they envelop my light
Empty holes looking at nothing
Growing darker
The tear twitches, bleeding
Turning downward

The hold loosens
My light discarded like the rest
The cloak dissipates back into the mass
Laughing again

The light flickers

I wretch

-[KW]
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silasa Jun 2013
Stop for a while  and
listen toyour heart where its taking you,
where you get swayed
with the dreams u kw!
where you ways with the
winds that blow!
feeling like there's
nothing in my heart,
i have been driveing all alone,
with no paths of my own,
so bring on the change that can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!



Truth of the life
is so much fair and insane,
that you  can just get one clue
to make or break whole you,
no one knows whats my reality,
i have been fake
all way through,
searching for something new,
so bring on the change that  can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!


And no one would b asking u  for luck,
its the stream of desires,
and you feel like you want some,
so bring on the change that  can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because  u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!
Kat Apr 2014
Just your face in my sight
Makes my heart take to flight
That smile upon your lips
Makes my lil heart do flips. 

~~~

Just your voice in my ear 
Makes my heart shed a tear
Your touch upon my skin
Makes my heart beat again. 

~~~

Just your heart on your sleeve
Makes me always believe
Your love for me will stay
Forever as today! 

~~~

Kat KW
Written Feb 15, 2013
This poem was originally written with inspiration when a dear friend (love her like a sister) was reconnected with her life long love and requested I pen how her heart felt!
However as the last verse came to be it gave me more memories of my parents' love for one another more than anything. Seeing my mother say goodbye or rather "until we meet again my love" at his graveside was the true inspiration. Especially the very last verse. Love you Pops! Miss you like crazzzzy. ❤️
K Apr 2017
It's hard to see you go
It's hard to say goodbye
But you know...
Saying Goodbye,
it's only truly painful
If you're certainly certain
you'll never say hello again.

The goodbye,
It's not what will hurt us the most
But the flashbacks that which follow it
Will be the cause of our distress.
Your mother, your father and your sister
Will be a total mess.

But everything will be a-okay
This is your first step of the way
Of becoming independent.
We knew this day would come
So enjoy your freedom from home
For the time you will stay,
In your new, less ***** home
We will miss you each and everyday.
- *KW
Sibling going off to college.
Kristina Weeks May 2018
I wonder if the moon ever feels alone.
Looking down on the earth a big ball of stone. Does he lament at night when we’re all astir ignoring his presence a myriad a blur of faces turning the disentranced eye.

Maybe that is why he seeks the sun.
The constant race to see her face but left with a whisper no matter the haste. Left alone with just a vestige of thoughts that once he had.

Doomed to forever be staring at a glow. Does he covet for her? Yearning for one look. One word to be heard. Does he scream for her now? Questioning why and how does he even exist. Calling for love and asservation with nothing left but desperation until she’s finally gone again.

He sits alone in wait anon. Until her face he’ll look upon. I stare and wonder if he’ll know. If he’ll know she’ll be back anew tomorrow?
- [KW]
This poem was written after a beautiful full moon we had recently. Just got really inspired.

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