Power down
But you never have chance to
Power down
Government changing hands too
Power down
It’s in their plans to
Power;
Us down
To push policy plans through.
Lightbulb
When you finally realise the state
Lightbulb
Ideas falling into place
Lightbulb
Won’t stay on in a darkened space
Lightbulb;
Dimming
Is our struggle and our fate.
Shock
Charge from a volt
Shock
Bank charge is your own fault
Shock
Electri-City company cult
Shock;
Horror
Cost of living insult.
Snooze you lose
The emperor’s got amuse-bouche
Yesterday’s muse
Pales into insignificance
When you’ve got no food.
Leadership battle
Pray to silence politician’s prattle
Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle
Morbid magnificence
Cause we are already culled cattle.
Another day done
Counting down until the final one
Rebellion quelled by quango sponge
Resolute reticence
Society controlled by scum.
House of common creatures
Falsehood is a permanent feature
Nurse, retail worker and teacher
All paid a pittance
But it’s just a policy procedure.
The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit
After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit
When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite
And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.
It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken
Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken
Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken
Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.
The denial of free thought and free speech through laws
Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars
True freedom lives between those ears of yours
In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.
Thoughts are running wild
Their hoofs unruly; trample
Cerebellum sands reviled
Scatter, scurry and they scramble
A lack of understanding
As to why this burden carries
Aptitude is demanding
Mind and fear; forever marries
It’s hard to point the pin
If there ever really was one
In self-loathing, selfish skin
That coalesces til it’s gone
Yes, the suffering it stings
But the feeling never lasts
The ‘only hope’ should cling
Yielded tight within the grasp.
When you’re told what to think
By populist rhetoric and martial law
When you’re told when to blink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your mental health’s on the brink
From constant pressure galore
And your heart starts to sink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your only relief is drugs and drink
And your spirit is broken to its core
As they dismantle every link
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your future’s as bright as invisible ink
Wondering; is it really worth fighting for?
When dreams so big are forced to shrink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When you fear your future’s faded
When you’re growing grey and thin
When your chips have all been traded
And you feel you’ll never win
When you start to wane and wallow
In intrepid, toxic times
There’s a light for you to follow
A light inside you shines
It’s a light that fills your soul
And makes you who you are
Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole
Heals the deepest, darkest scar
In the corpus of commotion
Let that beautiful beacon beam
Across the unforgiving ocean
From the lighthouse of your dreams.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
Imagine holding your breath
And emerging from underwater
Often feeling so very close to death
For over a lifetime and a quarter
This is anxiety.
Imagine being trapped under rubble
Without light or breathing space
No-one hears you scream that you’re in trouble
Trapped in a lonely, unforgiving space
This is depression.
Imagine the hand that pulls you out
Your water-logged lungs cough with relief
They did hear you scream and shout
And restored your faith and belief
That is kindness.
Imagine their arms around your torso
Crying – your knees buckle and bend
And they tell you they understand, more so
Than you could ever comprehend
That is compassion.
The world is always a much better place with you in it.
We are always much better people when we help eachother.
More love. More life.
As I walk
The breeze kisses my face
And vacuums
The dusty sediment
Of depression
And anxiety
Which blanketed my tired mind.
As I breathe
The cold night’s air
Fills my lungs
With a deep sense
Of appreciation
For another day of not only existing
But another day of truly living.
As I think
The prisms and pictures
Spinning and cascading colourfully
My wondrous windmill thoughts
Exemplify the beauty
Of what it is
To be alive and well.
And to be human. After all.
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