Knocking on hells door

I will admit, that hell is probably made up.
Something conceived to keep the illiterate in line.

But it serves a great purpose in my mind.
It helps me articulate the way I feel.
Gives me a mental picture to paint.
When I am on the edge.
When I know the darkness is ahead.
I feel it is like, knocking on the door to hell.

It would not be like knocking on heaven’s door.
For heaven’s door you would have to wait.
You would have your life picked apart.
You would have to justify all of your mistakes.
Prove you worth and await your fate.

But in hell, things go at a different pace.
As soon as you knock, you do not have to wait.
As all are welcome through the open door.
They require no proof of faith.
No questions asked, no debate.
Just stroll on through.
As hell awaits.

It gladly welcomes your self doubt.
All of your flaws and mistakes.
All your self hatred and remorse.
Your broken spirit.
Anything is allowed.

You can even drag yourself back out.
That is allowed.
Everything is free here.
Feel free to browse.
But there is always a cost.
Check the small print though.
Before you get lost.

It’s like a never ending maze.
A puzzle that cannot be solved.
Look for meaning and you will not find one.
It is all just an ambush.

Do not think though, that you will have control.
Your mind will sew the seeds.
You will not know what will grow.
Until it is unleashed.
By then it is too late.
That is when you try and head back through the door.

I have to often just slipped through the door.
Not realising my mistake.
But you live and you learn.
You try again.
Try and help other people to not knock on hell’s door.

No heroes in Westminster

There are no heroes in Westminster.
This is no home for heroes.
They all treat us with distain.
Their flag shagging false patriosm is sickening to my brain.
They have their own self interest, guiding their brains.
They have compromised their beliefs in the name of gain.
None of them seem capable of protecting their own people.
Power is all they crave.
Real power could be theirs if they served their people the right way.
If they pursued a course of trueth and justice.
Change tens of millions, peoples lives.
But they all turn the same way.
They would rather condemn people to poverty and pain.
Lining their own pockets is the legacy they crave.
Thinking our lives mean nothing.
As they play their games.
Clinging on to romantic notions of a by gone era.
When poverty, disease and injustice ran wild.
A so called great empire when the few gained extreme riches.
Whilst the huge majority just faced huge pain.
There are no heroes in Westminster.
Our country hangs it head in shame.

Where I am from

Where I am from

I’m from a place that looked like the village of the damned.
Destitution, prostitution and violence ruled the land.
A social engineered project.
Designed to keep you down.
Living in purgatory, full of clowns.

Drinking in a boozer with thugs on drugs.
Championed as heroes because they could throw a hard punch.
Some crazy fat fuck, who would have your nuts off.
If they did not like your look.

Burglaries and robberies an every day event.
Desensitized to violence by the age of eight.
Shop lifting a sport so you did not miss out.

Role models in short supply.
There would be no easy way out.
Education frowned upon.
Your role would be a class clown.
Such a stressful lifestyle.
Surviving was the key.
Never looking forward.
Always looking down.
I’m sure this was repeated in most U.K. town’s.

Yet we allow this to go down.
Past down to every generation.
As this is a normal way of life.
To survive in all this poverty and strife.
These forgotten neighbourhoods.
It seems to be part of the government’s plans.
Because uneducated and oppressed people will never make a stand.

This has always been the way we are ruled.
By our masters from up above.
They focus our attention in looking at immigration.
Race and religion.
On how these people are so different than us.
So we can invest our anger and frustrations on a sitting duck.
But we have more in common with these so called enemies than our illegitimate leaders.
Who view us from high above.

Can we break the deadlock of our strife and pain?
Or are we to brainwashed?

We hold our own destiny, we could make the change.
If we hold our leaders accountable.
But we suffer as they gain.

Part of the problem.
Is that all politicians seem the same.
They all use smoke and mirrors.
All the propaganda is the same.
Are outlooks are completely different.
But the outcome is the same.

The weak must suffer all the pain.
Dehumanizing propaganda.
Wanting them to die of shame.

We have to rise above this.
Climb out of the estates.
Make our leaders accountable.
Let them feel the pain.
This might just be a pipe dream.
But we need to try all the same.

They should have to live in the conditions that I am from.
Let them feel the shame.
Let them feel the hunger.
Let them feel the pain.

Then no one would have to go through.
The hell of where I am from.

You said so much

This poem is about the government system. These people will smile and shake your hand as they lie to you. I have no faith in the system as they lie, cheat, steal and spread hate. As people become more disillusioned with the system, change has to occur. Not a change of political party but a change of the whole system is needed. Are we strong enough to go into the unknown, I do not know?


You have said a hell of allot of things.
You said you stuck to your promises.
You said you cared.
You said you would always look out for us.
You said you would always protect us.
You said you would never judge us.
You said you would not lie to us.
You said you would not look down at us.
You said you would always be there for us.
You said we are your world.
You said we would be equal.
You said if we worked hard we would be ok.
You said if we put our faith in you, you would always be down.
You said if we died for you, are families would be in good hands.
You said if we fell ill you would help us out.
You said you swore you would never be underhand.
You said this was our land.
You said this was our home.
You said we would always stand hand in hand.
You said you would respect us.
You said you would never sell us out.
You said you would represent us.
You said you would be our voices, that we would always be heard.
You said you would always be fair.
You said that you would not let us down.
You said you are the same of us.
You said we would always engage us.
You said we did not have to fear you.
You said we would ALL be ok.

It breaks my heart, it hurts so much.
You no longer feel the same.
We do not know if you ever did?
Is it all just a game to you?
We play our part but you feel no shame.
You no longer understand us, you never really knew us.
You deal death, unjust punishment and cause us so much pain.
Your have no empathy never mind sympathy.
Your lies are killing us.
You keep pushing.
We are not you, but we will have to push back.
Why does it have to go this way?
You said you are us.
You told so many lies to us.
Your web is so tangled you do not know where it begins.
But this has to be were we end.
We can no longer respect you, believe you.
You make us despise you.

So all I can say is that we see through what you say to us.
It is such a shame.

It should have never gone this way.

Home grown terrorist

Definition of terrorist in English:  (oxford English dictionary)


A person who uses terrorism in the pursuit of political aims:

Who are the real terrorists?

Home grown terrorists sitting in parliament.

Laughing at the weak.

In surging through local constituencies.

They know that people are starting to awake.

That everything we are told is bullshit.

They will soon want to restrict the information we can see.

They cannot let people have information that they have not approved.

People educating themselves.

Clawing their way out of the state sponsored, so called schools.

They are restricting peoples movement.

Pricing them off the road, out of the trains.

Zero contract hours so they are grateful to be employed.

Benefits on your wage in order to meet ends meet.

Next move more austerity measures.

Remove the safety net.

Reinforcing the economic prison.

People being terrorised in all different ways.

By political terrorists, making bad decisions on bad ideas.

Purposely installing fear.

Fear about work.

Fear about not having work.

Fear about anything no matter how absurd.

Awarding titles to their friends.

Even if they are criminals, paedophiles or just plain cowards.

Terrorizing the very people they are paid to serve.

A system is in place, which is so absurd.

Benefiting only the terrorists who we pay in turn.

Evil little cowards growing on our turf.

Two wrongs do not make a right.

So how many wrongs does it take to make it right?

Do you have to become a home grown terrorist?

The omen’s curse

Damien learnt from his dad when he was young.

Money equals power, it stands above everyone.

Do what you need to do.

Never leave anyone alive to tell a tale.

Stick by these rules, you will not fail.

Dad had to go though, dead in a bloody violent end.

Damien saw it all.

Cremation, ashes to ashes blown away in the wind.

Mum struggling in an unforgiving environment.

Evil waiting to devour the weak.

Any weakness shown was quickly exploited.

Mum could just not say no to the drugs.

Damien saw how this was exploited.

His path was dark, no light and no love.

No friends, no childhood.

He was told it was just tough luck.

His only comfort was the retreat in his mind.

Here anything was possible.

Here he could survive.

He watched and observed a distorted way of life.

If people fear you they are showing true love.

Was his corrupted thought.

Money was love and anything else it bought.

He met his only friend, that was a voice in his head.

Always showing him a way to get respect.

He could fight anyone,.

Fight anyone until they were dead.

By time he was a teenager his mum was gone.

Chasing a dragon that bit back saw her end.

Now there was only him and his friend.

He had to protect himself.

No weaknesses, no empathy, no love.

No one was going to stop him.

From becoming what he was destined to become.

His friend would guide him and said Damien would be his son.

All he had to do, is what had to be done.

It had to be his choice, this life.

Rags to riches, do anything to survive.

Gratuitous violence would lead him to fame.

Money, notoriety and a celebrity street fame.

Anything he touched money would come his way.

Nothing was beyond him.

Nothing could stand in his way.

Murder was just the beginning.

Never looking back, no emotion, never guessing.

Continually creating a dark path.

His friend told him you are truly your father’s son.

My work here is done.

It is time for me to move on.

So Damien is on his own, with no understanding of what is going on.

Behind him on the dark path that he lay.

Demons lay in wait.

Waiting for a mistake.

Whilst on one of his jobs.

Doing people wrong.

His eyes crossed path with the eyes of a boy.

This boy kneeling on the floor.

His dying dad’s hand in his.

Damien had just slaid another victim in his way.

But this time he saw a reflection in the boys eyes.

Looking back at him.

He could not believe his eyes.

His friend who had lied, plotted behind his back all this time.

He saw the devil in that boys eyes.

Scenario just like when his dad died.

Cold rippled through his skin.

He realized he had let the devil in.

Bang was the sound.

Burning pain as he fell to his knees.

His life flashed before him.

All the pain and misery was his history.

Light started to dim.

This young kid started to grin.

Too late to realise.

His soul was no longer his.

The story must begin again.


I do not know. But i do not think this time will come again.

Our awareness of the darkness that enslaves us may not happen again.

It is fully shown to us from these so called men.

They cover up for paedophillic networks that murder our children.

Illegal and immoral wars that never satifies them.

Terrorise their own people and blame it on ‘them’.

Stealing money in expenses and selling our wealth.

All political parties are saying the same bent things.

Their genocide acts are so large, they do not even trying hiding them.

Their sacred symbols and rituals forced down our throats from birth to death.

Their thirst for our death and destruction can never be quenched.

Media brainwashing pacifying their sins.

Mass populations subdued when they tune in.

Our real history rewrote to fit in their plans.

How many times do they have to repeat ‘new world order’.

Before we begin.

To understand that we are being deceived in order that we submit.

In to their idea of utopia and their cull can begin.

Their occult beliefs and backward thinking.

Should mean they have no chance to win.

But until we open our tiny minds, in order to resist.

Their master plans and their hatred due to the fact that we exist.

We can defeat them and even let them co-exist.

As we are not like them, not so cold blooded and cold hearted.

We could let them live.

A legion of a billion souls will defeat them in the end.

New Year

New year of the calendar has begun.

Time to rid myself of my own born fears.

Time has gone.

Time to still be real.

Time be cleansed like I am reborn.

Never one to blow my own trumpet.

But now is the time.

Blowing my own horn like it is the horn of Rosh ha – Shanah.

Crazy how the years have gone.


Crazy still how I did not lose my mind.

Crazy how,  no one never felt the wrath of the dark side.

But I beat my ill feelings down.

Like a Tyson right hook then kicked them whilst they were still down.

Shit it did the same to me.

It used to control the game.

But how can you douse a fire that burns so strong.

Time has showed me that I belong.

My girl has shown me where I belong.

My heart has shown me that I am still strong.

My words still flow, makes me want to beat my chest like King Kong.

Time of the dead has long gone.

Still I take what it taught me.

Still I will watch for it trying to take me.

So now my concentration.

Can be focused on the things that made me.

Negativity dead on arrival.

Subdued, no longer able to sway me.

So much to give, without be chained down.

Allowed to drive into the light.

I may have a few engine problems.

But now I can fix my mind.

So no longer can I tell myself NO, it cannot be done.

Nothing is impossible, nothing at all.

So I am going to get to where I belong.

I can now look around.

What I see does not get me down.

Something is really wrong with the world.

Could I be wrong?

But this is my new year.

My new age.

Now refocused and ready for anything to try and prove me wrong.

My strength, born in the darkness and the dread.

Ready to ascend into the light.

All that strength growing into positivity.

It will blow like a nuclear bomb.

But love will will spread the light.

My new year.

My time to rise and shine.

I understand now that when the sun sets.

It is not the end of the light.

It is the lights way to be reborn.


We watch the box like we are hypnotised dummies.

Politicians get away with crime as long as they look good on TV.

We get all our mental stimuli while we eat out tea.

American government over threw the Ukrainian government live on TV.

But we are told, the big bad wolf can be seen on TV.

The real bad men will never be shown to the public.

So called entertainment getting more perverted.

They try to desensitive paedophillia to make it look like a cool thing!

Everything they want you to know they will tell you on TV.

What they want you to know will not be the truth you seek.

If what is happening is live and they do not want you to see.

It is re-edited to fit their needs.

Propaganda and subliminal messages hidden in plain sight.

Nothing is allowed to cross their line.

Now if you want to use alternative media.

URL s will be blocked and your details recorded.

Media is used to desensitise the public.

Create unfounded fear with the right story.

Works of fiction are so ridiculous they make people believe they must be true.

News is not news it is just Jackanory.

Peoples fear is controlled, it is so easy.

We will give up our rights thinking we are doing the right thing.

What really worries me.

Is this what our generation will bring.

Our future generations that will have to ask to go for a pee.

They think that we are all blind.

That their superior intelligence will bring their plans through.

Until they have their new world order.

Submissive masses.

What I want to do is write our own history.

When generations look back, they can think.

That we were brave enough.

To say no to these things.

Or they may get to watch an edited version of history made for T.V.

Stay true

I used to wonder why I go through the things I go through
Never understood why I think, the things I do.
Darkness and cold was what I was used to.
Natural chemicals in my brain not working.
My mind not working.
My body not working.
Only death would seem to work.
Blood and tears were a regular thing.
Twisted philosophy of my own demise.
Arguing for longevity.
Just to get through the storm.
Lost my job.
Lost my mind.
Lost my spark.
Found my hell.
Not a crack head, nothing I could shoot would ease the flames.
Scarring my body, my mind, my soul.
No easy way out.
Lost in a maze of nightmares.
No easy turn.
Every corner there was something waiting to make me fall.
But sink or swim.
I had to fight.
Learn how to protect my sanity.
Lose my stubborn pride.
Ask for help.
Put it all on the line.
No more lying to myself.
I am such a mess.
But to fight is one thing I know I do well.
But that is the place I found myself.
Like a child being born.
My biggest fear.
But I swore I would never be that way again.
There goes my pride again, playing mind games.
So I fell on my sword.
To embrace what I fear to help start over.
This should not happen to anyone I look out for.
It should not happen to anyone that I am opposed to.
To think otherwise would be playing into that game again.
Somewhere that I am not going to go to.
So what I have I learnt.
Through all the shit I have gone through.
Stay true to you.
You will find a way through.