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.

Lost Generation

Lost generation

You call them dumb.

You call them lazy.

You say they are just little vagrants.

But they are not from mars.

They are your babies.

They are a reflection of your failings.

Born and bred to a lost generation.

They can’t get jobs or an education.

Then you wonder why they go crazy.

ASBOS, hoodies and CHAVs are your favourites.

You don’t care about them unless they go crazy.

Rioting, looting and kids having babies.

Then you publicise how you hate them.

Our grandparents sacrificed all in your favour.

Then were you when things went pear shaped.

Create estates, build the hatred.

Divide and conquer and we play it.

Come the day that we awaken.

Stand back and watch as we invade you.

The fuse will be lit and we will slay you.

Or slay ourselves as we are not blameless.

We are the generation that is getting more lost.

That little more crazy.

We are just faceless numbers in a system.

Designed to control and do us no favours.

But there is hope.

There is always salvation.

One day we will have our leader.

Who will be more than just a good speaker.

Maybe then we will not lose a generation.

House of pain

I guess I used to reside in the house of pain.

Not having an inkling.

That my negative thinking.

Was causing the sinking.

Into my own personal hell.

I was unable to breath.

Getting deeper into the point of no return.

I can still hear my screaming.

Fighting my demons.

Literally raising hell.

Somehow I could see through.

Grab hold of the things I thought were out of reach for.

Someone living in the house of pain.

Now i know there was a reason that my conscious would never give in.

So now i understand some of the reasons.

Why I can now tell.

Stories of my pain.

But these are really changing.

The rhymes that i use to erase the pain.

Now i can breathe easy.

Take control of the negative thinking.

As i quell the flames of hell.

Now I believe with good reasons.

That I should never leave this life.

Until it is my turn.

The Purge

You may not be aware of the purge.

You may just not care.

It is going on all around us.

It has many faces.

It’s in all places.

Our right to be human.

Is slowly being taken away.

Our thoughts and behavior.

Our health and free will.

Are all being purged.

Our rights are being eroded.

Never to be seen again.

No one is safe from this system.

Though you may never feel the pain.

You want the best for the generations of your family.

It could all be in vein.

Governments govern nothing.

As they each sell out in turn.

Humans become commodities.

Nothing more than a number.

Nothing more than a slave.

We sleepwalk into entrapment.

Straight in to the cage.

It is not hard to see this happening.

It is right before our eyes.

We all have that gut feeling.

That things are getting worse.

We all have our voices that should be heard.

Can we reverse the actions?

Can we all stand together?

Can we make ourselves be heard?

I believe we can do so.

We just need to learn to not be so scared.

Because of this system.

We seem to suffer from Stockholm syndrome.

It is quite absurd.

We know that we are continually lied to.

We know that what they bring is hurt.

But we just continue blindly.

Into the purge.

What is going on?

Do we ever really know the truth?

Can we see what is in front of us?

We are taught things from a young age.

Some of these things just do not feel right.

Governments withhold information for our own benefit.

They feel we can’t handle the truth.

Yet if we ask for an answer.

We are denied.

People are out of control.

Power mad with no empathy.

They will wipe out whole generations or races.

Just to own what they think are precious things.

Where is our humanity?

If you look at our own history as a race.

It leaves more questions than answers.

We do not who we are, or how we became to be.

History books may as well be blank.

They give us no real answers to the questions we seek.

We built the pyramids all those years ago without any technology?

We blindly follow some faiths.

Some created to keep the peace.

Some created purely out of man’s greed.

Older beliefs where banished because they did not suit.

An emperors interpretation of how his empire should be.

We seem to have no idea of what happened when we began.

Still with no idea of why we are here.

If you try to think outside of the restrictive chains.

You are made out to be weird.

Still lecturers will lecture on about misguided theories of how we got here.

But I still think we have no idea of what went on.

No idea of what is going on.

We still do not know what is real.

Or what is going on.

When you have a mental health problem

When you have a mental health problem.
Nothing is the same.
The sun does not shine and it always seems to rain.
The fog does not lift.
But you seem to sink.
Into a world where you do not fit.
Paranoid delusions entertain your day.
Entertain is not the right word.
As you feel pain.
My hell could not hold me.
Some how i climbed out.
But if you seem stuck there, never be in doubt.
There are brighter times for you to grab.
Though you will never forget what your hell was like.
You know the saying what does not kill you.
Well i hope it is true?

Stuck in a bubble



I am stuck in bubble.

This bubble is my life.

It is not a nice bubble.

Everything is dark.

Nothing good can live here.

Nothing good is allowed.

Confusion is all around me.

Because all i have is love in my heart.

I am stuck in a bubble.

This bubble is my life.

But i can see through the darkness.

I swear i can see light.

This is somewhere i do not belong.

I cannot let it break my heart.

How do i break the bubble?

How do i get outside?

I live in a bubble.

This bubble is my life.

I cannot let it hold me.

I cannot grow in the dark.

I must be brave and break it.

I know i can survive.

Now i do not live in a bubble.

Now i can live my life.

If you live in a bubble.

Maybe you cannot see the light.

But if you can be brave and burst it.

You can begin to live your life.



Split personality


It is amazing how my mind gets turned inside out.

It feels like I am being beaten about the head.

I feel like giving up.

As I cannot get through the fog.

I descend into a comatosed state.

Turning into a shadow again.

My soul destroying itself from within.

My thoughts flicker from bright to dim.

I feel like a bird unable to fly.

Just ready and waiting to die.

I fight so hard to block it out.

But at times it is an impossible task.

Maybe I was not meant to be?

Maybe I was right for all them years?

I was a mistake that just caused more tears

It has been a while since I started these lines.

But at this time, my mind has changed.

I feel well again.

As I read the start to myself.

I reel from the pain it shows.

Now I am ready to fight again.

Such a different day.

I know the words written in red, seem to be in vein.

But these new words help wash away the pain.

Am I my own guardian angel?

Is this all just a game I must play?

I must keep my future at hand.

My future is bright and I need to keep that in mind.

As I go through the ups and the downs.

I must keep my faith.

That I will get through.

Not allowing the dark side of me.

To dictate my way.

In order that one day.

I can find a way.

To sew together the splits in my personality.