I'm going to split my one takes into # categories.
Overtly political #laybypoetician
Systemic and personal #Iamlayby
Climate stuff #treedomfighter
Random stuff #sparewheel
Each one is its own persona. Each has an identity. They're all me.
Apologise for reposting to catagorise
Speaking out is fucking hard,
Echoes bullies and school yards.
But every injustice you have seen
Is a could have, ought have been.
Except you didn't say a thing.
Cos pain lies when comfort brings
The things you own this very day
By not standing and having say.
So you're alright
And thats all right
Except for those you've left behind.
But you dont think
And you dont drink
The pain of those who press remind.
In the schools expressed as rules
You are made fools as silence rules.
You are the tools of dividevand rule
And you dont seem to know its true...
Part 2 part 3 coming
I am a voice if given choice,
If given choice and I am silent,
I am a silence that is violent.
And violence that is unseen
Is not seen cos its unclean
And dirty laundry hides away
In the cracks we see today
Where violence is what silence brings
And violins are small man things...
Part 1. Part 2 tomorrow sometime
I am a patriot,
But just what does that mean.
My landscape ties me,
The mountains and the seas.
I'm not a patriot
To some fucked up ideology
That better is history
And we won, so can't you see
I see,
The exceptionalism of choice
I see
The condition accepting voice.
I see
The polarity of no rejoice.
I see
Obscenity
Depravity
Groomed to be
The violence of the Voice.
You think it's silence, thats your choice.
I'm a patriot
Without antagonism and hatred
I'm a patriot
Who's free to say what's sacred.
There ain't no difference
Except Geography
My persistence,
Cant you see.
The control of you
Big Britain man
Control of truth
Propaganda lands.
Your enemy aint those who've arrived.
It those fuckers who decide
And you fall in
To the trap.
Work forever,
Count the lack.
#worldcup#England#Norway
Mbappe is a great forward in a superb team
Messi is an all time great in a team built for him.
I think if, and its a big if England progress past Mexico,
Kane v Haaland is the duel of the best strikers operating now.
@talkSPORT Never a red. However I can live with that if the penalty isn't given for two high feet where Kane gets the ball 1st.
Kane only kicked through cos he kicked through a sickle kick coming down. He won the ball fair.
So not a red. Not a penalty. Live with the 1st, not the 2nd
One third of my existence
Is driving with persistence.
Not one third of merely waking life
It includes when I'm asleep at night.
It includes the other work I do.
Hi, I'm a driver, who are you.
One third of every breath I give
Is moving metal, forward shift
Car and truck, symbiosis.
Moon and back, done that shift
More than once, a million miles
Passed around age 42
54 now, rictus smiles
I'm a driver, who are you.
I'm limited to 54, yet I always catch you up.
Leave me behind, I dont mind, just don't go as slow as fuck.
You do drive, but I'm a driver
You have life, I'm a survivor
Pyramid of vulnerability.
I look after you, you see.
Oh no, you just never do.
Middle finger, mouth fuck you.
You think I'm shit but secret is
I'm the accident preventative.
More than a million miles, 1/3rd my life
Discrepancy, don't give me strife.
#drivingforaliving
School is in session
Fools learn the lesson
In a climate of fear
Cos the climate is near
To a kind of slo mo fast go tipping point.
Fools are the reason
For full on treason
Betraying yourself
Is some kind of hell
Scape of escape where betrayers anoint
All the vessels
And vassels
That will carry the message of denials fortitude
Brave in the face of the presage of our doom.
The passage is written
The end of the chapter
The future is bitten
By naysayers raptor.
Times were a changing but we prayed for the familiar
The world's rearranging while we lay out particular
Ways of being passengers on the #apocalypsebus
Riding with abandon to the destination of dust.
#climatecrisis
#denial
#tippingpoint
#treedomfighter
Somewhere in a sometime
In a sum of worlds, somehow mine
And yours, the course of course,
To stay the course, because the cause
Is obviously oblivion if the obvious
Of living on an orb can go living on.
The gold in sun is gold dust on
A golden song the wont hold on.
That will decay in mere decades
The decks arrayed, death in play.
Galvanise to salvation
Armour plated
Galvanisation.
Salvation from stagnation
Arms are fated
Galvanised nation.
Evolve into revolution
Revolve into a solution
Solution towards evolution
Evolve into elocution.
Announce the pronouncement
And doubt when not an ounce meant
Performative in narrative
Takers with no take to give.
End the time of end of times,
Endings rhyme with the sublime
In reach if we just reach for it,
Unreachable in overreach.
Over reaching, preaching shit
Our stand is never stand for it.
Stand ins stand out, outstanding lies
Understand what underlines
And remember
In the embers
Of a fire that peters out
Somewhere, sometime
A world of both yours and mine
Needs a cause and needs a mind
Certain that a curtain will never drop
Searching for the hurting to end full stop
#earthsalvation
#dontbuylies
#treedomfighter
#Climate
"Mercedes actros lament"
You look like a sad truck,
Are you having no luck.
Are you carrying the weight.
You know, I know its real tough
When the roads are real rough
While youre transporting freight.
Your front end is a smile down,
You know, its a real frown
As you stick at fifty eight.
But the only way you'll smile now
Is to be upside down now.
And that i think you'd hate.
So hey there really sad truck
One day you'll cheer up
Maybe at a depot gate
#mercedesactros
#sadtruck
#energycap
Load of crap,
Another tax upon the poor
To pay for someone else's war.
Wolves are scratching at the door,
But they aint lean, not any more.
Sleek and replete, but wanting more.
Wolves in suits with rising bills.
To take your money as they will
Energy cap
Load of crap
Another well for the rich to tap.
#EnergyBills
#nationalise
@Renmakesmusic Do you wanna come 3 man crew my truck one day? You're only missing savagely sarcastic, insanely polite, narcissistic deflectors of anything deep. I think you'd fit in. 🤪🤔😵💫🥸
They knew for 50 yrs
But let it happen anyway.
They dismissed real fears,
They always had the last say.
And now that change is embedded.
And to a new future, maybe, wedded,
They kept their system full, intact
While to survive we have to adapt.
That is what they wanted
Acceptance and compliance.
A failing world,
The heat unfurled
And we've lost all of our defiance.
We adapt, survive, maybe die.
But what they wished, we never tried...
#ClimateCrisis
#shell
#BP
#exon
#compliance
Hey there all you politicians, i know you had a fast start.
I knew your fucking mission was to make everyone's life hard
I don't know how you can really see
The duality of poverty
And still vote the way you do.
Oh yes, oh yes, now I do.
System institutionalised
Reality forever denied.
You know when the children cry
But you say its them not I.
So there never is solution,
But you decry revolution.
You're the only one thats in the place,
The only song that can change the pace.
But you always vote to keep our place
Boot under throat, let's lose this race.
So what do you expect
When your answer is reject.
Reject all the policies
That might help folk from their knees
In the name of austerity
You keep the poverty.
Cos man, we don't have a choice.
Uniparty is a voice
That drowns out alternatives,
That never ever gives
A good reason why we're poorer.,
While accumulations evermore.
While you say things are ok things
While the wolf is at our door.
And you politician
Who may have started out like me, in abject fucking poverty.
You have the party mission.
So you won't see what you could see, the utter finality
Of a people who've been let down
While you sing corporate Crown.
How did you forget the place
Where you began, its a disgrace.
I see where you're institutionalised.
Bubble wrap, bring on the lies...
Trauma...
Former lives...
Oughta...
Formalise
And normalise the paradigms of our lives...
But trauma...
Is just sort of...
A period of caught up.
A full stop of i oughta...
And i never die, I wonder why, when all my living is giving lies...
Trauma...
Survivor guilt
Oughta
Is a phrase filled
With an intensity that has no parity in the reality
Of those who say i oughta
With no grasp of Trauma.
I was born in a world where Innocence unfurled.
But Innocence became a curse, stripped away when life was worse.
Now Innocence is memory
But I'm still me, hey cant you see.
Oh no, I forgot, you can't.
I invented my own chants,
Deliberate, so you could see
Only the parts of me
That i wanted to bleed out.
The rest behind my own redoubt.
Trauma...
Reality...
Oughta...
Too late for me...
#poetry
#mentalhealth
#JohnnysVisions
#Johnnyasme
There's a life that i live
Its not life that i give.
Its alive inside my head.
But in life my head is dead.
But you would never know.
I always go with the flow
That gives a sense of normalcy
That never chimes with reality.
So I'm walking and I'm talking
I feel you hawking and just stalking.
Cos you want a read of me,
A book that you cannot see.
Cos you were never chapter
In my halted path ta,
To whatever resolution
Would become my solution
To a problem I have never solved.
To a metaphorical, I've not resolved.
So there's a life you always see,
But its not mine to give
Even though it's my reality
I always hold the sieve...
Go to work and never shirk, do what the bosses tell you.
Wear the shirt, though it hurts and wonder when they'll pay you.
Noose the tie, Tie the noose, coercion of the masses
Untie the knots, knot unity, erosion of the classes.
It never pays enough
Every day is tough
Every time is rough
Is the wave enough
To delay the guff.
What you're saying is im staying on the paving thats laid out for me.
Its so crazy, I'm not lazy, future's getting hazy, I cant see
Where escape is gonna be.
You have had enough of me.
There's nothing left to wring out.
I've had enough of you
There's nothing you give but doubt.
Doubt of a future
Doubt of a suture
For the open wounds of working for a living.
Bang your head against the wall, boundaries aren't for giving.
And its time to step outside the rope,
Call it six and name it hope.
Its time to forge something new.
Its time to give some time to you,
To me, to them, not Them, but them
Its time to find the bleed and stem
The outward flow to oblivion
Time to find a new reason
...
Loose the hounds to hound the loose,
Conformity's not an option.
Just compliance, compliance is just
And justice complies to what compliance decides.
There aint no room for singular expression.
I,I,I, not I.
Box it in for maximum compression
The I in I must die.
Strange thing innit, how capitalism's individualism
Demands, to be in it, a corporate conformism.
Every suit appears grey.
Every Grey appears in suits.
Alien concept, human prey.
Money is the hound loosed
Half the world lives in a screen,
Half the world thinks it's obscene.
Half the world is somewhere else
Half the world feels on a shelf.
The divide and attention span
Is in slide and needs spanning, man,
Or half the world will see in dreams
And half a world will plot and scheme
To make a world without a screen
And half a world will protest scream.
Unity and parity
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