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.

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?


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.

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 and cheat. 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.

God, 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.


Trust is valuable commodity.

Yet they break it all the time.

They tell us we live in a democracy.

Knowing that’s a lie.

Something has got really distorted.

Somewhere along the line.

How can people who were elected.

To keep the wolves from the door.

Just abandon the poor and needy.

Letting the wolves through the door.

These verbal contortionists feed us straight damn lies.

Protecting their own ends.

Trained on how to lie.

They are so far removed, expecting us to take their lies.

Break ups are never pretty.

It’s already costing human lifes.

But when people wake up to the suffering.

If they do in time.

They will be held accountable for their lies.

Their defense is well in motion.

Water cannons ordered to keep the people in line.

They will just keep lining their pockets.

Until we do something about their lies.

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.

Religion again.

So on i go, babbling on about religion.

Like REM, losing my religion.

But to be lost it has to be found.

So i carry on with my head down.

Doing my research, searching for a way to be down.

But when you research, you may find.

What was not intended to be found.

What some have known but did not pass down.

Some may say you are right off track, that you are paranoid, just weird and that.

But sometimes you just have to look at the facts.

Of course the facts may not be facts.

It could just be a coincidence to the facts.

It could be that the facts are distorted.

So the facts that are not facts are just coincidences of facts that are just facts that are distorted.

Jesus my mind is blown and I have only just started.

But is that the game to just confuse?

When the most blatant truths are staring right at you.

Symbols and signs are everywhere.

But they are not if you are unaware.

If you cannot read between the lines, it acts as though you are blind.

But why should you look?

Why should you care?

Do you mind not knowing the truth?

Do you not want to know if they tell lies?

Me, I am a nosey git.

I want to know our real history.

I want to know why they hold things back.

I want to know why they developed these eclectic faiths?

When they all worship the sun?

What is wrong with that?

They are all focused with the stars.

Venus, Jupiter and Mars.

They all tell a similar story in different ways.

Yet they all seem determined to hate.

Anyone who does not comply.

Whoever does not tell their version of a story, tells lies.

Yet all these stories stem from one.

What is wrong with telling that one?

Symbols and rituals are there to be seen.

They just need decoding.

I do not understand all the fuss.

Why they feel they need to lie.

We all see, the all seeing eye.

But maybe because they think that they have us trapped.

In a system, that in reality is a prison.

Could it be that they would tell such a big lie?

Just to keep us in line.

Well that is like asking would a politician lie?