Space

I was a star like you
but I then imploded
I was a grand light
now I am a dull dwarf

The gravity we had
swung us too far

I am now an exoplanet
I am like Pluto
You’re still Jupiter
Your winds churning

My star
was black
unholy
sucking
tainting
the space
Killing
the light

My meteor mind
has crashed
down to earth
with force

and it sits
staring
at your
blinding light

I wanted our mutual orbit
to last for eternity
Now I must wait
for the rotation to let me see

The Shadow Rises (I Fall)

Layers of filth

accumulate around me

My skin becomes dirt

my limbs embed in ground.

I can’t be cleansed

it won’t go away

I am being swallowed

I am being buried

I once was human.

I once was whole.

I’ve been broken

into pieces.

I am broken

because I break others

I am not human

I am not human

(I’m still here

I’m still here

I’m still here

I’m still here)

Under the weight of who I am

the weight of what I’ve done

the weight of what I’ve not done

the weight of failure.

(I’m not a bad person

I’m not a bad person

I’m not a bad person

I’m not a bad person)

Compressed into the crust.

I fossilise in this pit.

I turn viscous

and melt into the core.

(I’m trying to fight this

I’m trying to stay alive

I’m trying to stay solid

I’m trying to stay here)

I taint the molten rock

cooling it

to a blackened husk

(I’m not toxic

I’m not cold

I’m not selfish)

I eat light

I eat life

I eat dreams

(I can bring happiness

I can bring joy

I can help)

I swallow the core

grow bigger and multiply

flooding the planet

with my disease

(I can’t hold it all in

It’s taking over

I am becoming

This disease)

The trees die

cancerous beasts roam

the sky falls down

the atmosphere shatters

Everything I touch

turns to dust

It all falls apart

under me

this world is left barren

by my toxic touch

those I love

will suffer for me

I leave this place

twist into space

shut the stars off

all at once

I eat planets

just for fun

The shards of me

splinter off into the void

and all that’s left

is the empty blackness

(I wish…

I wish I’d not begun

to exist

to live

to be known.

to be loved)

Cold War

I’m left feeling cold

by this apparent war.

A crew torn asunder,

yet this thunder

has no storm.

This broken boat

has cap sized

under size large heads.

Kevin and Perry like kids.

Not heaven sent,

no holy smell.

Just spiteful noseless Parkers.

Peter pied pipers pepper pot,

is a kettle

black, tying a knot.

Like a Windsor,

but you’ll never be royals.

Left feeling flushed,

this lush needs soap.

Dope clean bars,

fresh new rhymes,

past times tick away

off the clock.

Facing away from featureless creatures,

with monstrous energies

and beastly vibes.

This beastmode scribe

writes a paper,

an essay.

Viewing your news as spam,

fake.

I’m not on the take.

No corrupt MF transmission

my mission keeps me woke til the AM.

I’ll slay ’em.

Don’t need payin.

Cos it’s not about the money,

but it is about change.

So I’ll resist,

until fuckers desist

and stop.

I’m hammering at heartstrings

and they’ll sing all the notes,

In short,

my hand will write,

my words will fight

and there will be blood

boiling in that kettle

you call black.

Fuck your nettles.

I sting back,

Like a bee.

We could have shared that flower.

but you cross pollinate for power

and you want it absolut(e).

Like Russian vodka.

Gushing like Niagra,

about the fall.

You prats.

Everything you do like a pregnant pause.

Everybody wants to be a cool cat.

But, you’ve left me feeling cold

and that’s that.

Self imposed hermitude

in response

to the spreading

of the self-sanctified

across all the spaces

that were not theirs

creating trenches

and loyalties

there are no sides

just mirrors

there is no game

just an act

telling stories

spinning yarns

catastrophising

between yourselves

ignored the need

of a needy friend

huddled around

a vampire instead

familiarity

breeds contempt

manufacturing

consent

you speak of ideology

of being outspoken

whilst you expand

into others places

ever spent

two seconds

thinking maybe

the problem is within

Of course not

that would require

seeing beyond

the end of your own nose

which you cut off

when you cut friends out

and get stuck

in a quagmire

a bed you made

stealing all the duvet

and leaving

everyone cold

no heart

no art

childish boys

and wet farts

In stating my opinion
I have been frank.
But, it holds little water
outside your think tank.

Unless the word is capitalised,
my opinion is null & token.
Unless I’m part of your group,
I’m not allowed to be outspoken.

Whilst fingers and thumbs
embed in many pies
embed in others events
embed in people’s eyes.

Sore subject to you,
about what is art.
The message was simple;
it’s what’s in the heart.

But, please twist my words.
They’re open for interpretation.
I clearly have ideas
way above my station.

Because I’m not allowed to say shit
without the need for censorship.

However, I will take heed
And use art however I need,
And fight against an ideology
that says I cant say what’s true for me.

What part of this list of damning things did you
find ringing so especially true?

I’m sorry that I SpokeOut of turn.
I’m still yet to learn
My new word order place.
I’m such an utter disgrace.

To poetry, to art, to the memory
of doing art for the sake of artistry.
So whilst you self anoint
I’ll thank you for totally proving my point.

art is sexy

ART IS NOT MONEY

ART IS NOT EGO

ART IS NOT IGNORANCE

ART IS NOT A MONOPOLY

ART IS NOT PROPAGANDA

ART IS NOT BACK-BITING

ART IS NOT SABOTAGE

ART IS NOT A BOY’S CLUB

ART IS NOT OPRESSION

ART IS NOT YOUR PET

ART IS NOT YOUR BITCH

ART IS NOT YOUR WHORE

ART IS NOT YOUR SLAVE

ART IS NOT YOUR FRIEND

ART IS NOT A BUSINESS

ART IS NOT A DICK MEASURING CONTEST

ART IS NOT MUTUAL SYCOPHANCY

ART IS NOT THERE TO MAKE YOU FEEL IMPORTANT

ART IS NOT A FUCKING HAT

ART IS NOT AN AFFECTED MODE OF SPEAKING

ART IS NOT YOURS

ART IS NOT MINE

ART IS NOT A COMMODITY

ART IS NOT A COLLECTIVE

ART IS NOT A DEFENSE MECHANISM

ART IS NOT A CIRCLE JERK

ART IS NOT A SHADY CABAL

ART IS NOT EXCLUSIVE

ART IS NOT EXPLOITATION

ART IS NOT TYRANNY

ART IS NOT CHURLISH CRITICISM

ART IS NOT YOUR PLAYTHING

ART IS NOT A SIDE DISH

ART IS NOT MEGALOMANIA

ART IS NOT CONSERVATIVE

ART IS NOT A CONSOLIDATION

ART IS NOT A COMPETITION

ART IS NOT A CULT

ART IS NOT OBJECTIVIST

ART IS NOT BEING A HIPSTER

ART IS NOT A PDF

ART IS NOT CAPITAL

ART IS NOT A C.V.

ART IS NOT A JOB

ART IS NOT AN EVENT

ART IS NOT CHINESE WHISPERS

ART IS NOT ASSOCIATED WITH…

ART IS NOT A FEE

ART IS NOT A CUP OF COFFEE

ART IS NOT COSTA

ART IS NOT OPENLY QUOTING CAMUS

ART IS NOT SELFISH

ART IS NOT HURT PRIDE

ART IS NOT YOU

ART IS NOT ME

ART IS NOT A BEARD

ART IS NOT A LIST POEM

ART IS NOT A PUB

ART IS NOT WAR

ART IS NOT ATTITUDE

ART IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS

ART IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE

ART IS NOT WHAT YOU DO

ART IS LOVE

AND

ART IS SEXY