The Point Of Trying

What’s the point of trying,
When my efforts leave me crying?
When my thoughts circle dying?
When I think everyone is lying?

What’s the point of trying,
If my bravest act is complying?
If it’s the deepest truths I’m denying?
If even greatness is unsatisfying?

What’s the point of trying,
When I’m constantly self-denying?
When a simple conversation is terrifying?
When depression is positive identifying?

What’s the point of trying,
If angsty poetry is all that I’m supplying?
If my mental state is all I’m edifying?
If an internet like is the peak of gratifying?

What is the point of trying,
When my legacy will be horrifying?
When my body will be mortifying?
When the result will be mystifying?

Yet I am trying.

Trying to be the one supplying a way to express the horrifying. Cause there is no denying, the thoughts of dying are mortifying, but also mystifying and strangely gratifying when you find that justifying the days spent crying, or self-denying, or complying, was purifying.

When life feels unsatisfying, there is something edifying, in identifying with the terrifying. Processing and magnifying, focussing, and occupying the stupefying underlying processes of the mind.

Perhaps the point of trying,
Is to begin the process of purifying
Is to enable present moment occupying
Is to deny the darkness justifying.

Perhaps the point of trying,
Is to promote hope magnifying.
Is to reveal your truth underlying.
Is to heal from trauma stupefying.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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What You Could Have Been

She is
What you
Could have been

If only
You could
Get out
Of your own way
Long enough
To embrace
Your potential

Instead
You fall
To your fears
Of yourself
And of others

Twisting reality
Foraging it to fit
Into your pre-existing
Narratives
Thus proving
Why
You can never
Be
What you could have been

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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tomorrow

i’m borrowing
from tomorrow
to pay
for today

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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the silence between words

i long
for the gap
between thought

the silence
between words

the calm
before action

that moment
when all
the world’s movement
harmonises
with itself

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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The Artist’s Dilemma

She been dulled
Stupefied and lulled
A painful recognition
Of love confined

Her life defined
Critiques and hard lines
Shrines to inner conflict
Oft spoken in rhyme

Words to pry
Words to satisfy
Words to lie
Words to live by

Dredged from depravity
The page a consul
Her soul’s aspect
Judged

Her life fudged
An act
Hiding truths
Expressed in ink

The artist’s dilemma
To flow or stow
To create or embody
To scratch with pen or knife

To be or not to be
That is the question
A modern problem
Shakespearean to common
Passed down without solution

She seeks absolution
A promise
A freedom
A satirical lyrical empirical miracle

Something
Anything
To break the cycle
To begin again

She comes full circle
Thoughts mulled over
Conclusions culled
Her love is dulled
And she’s confined

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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What is truth, Other than fiction?

What is truth,
Other than fiction?

An oil addition,
And political corruption,
From party contributions.

A narrative repeated,
Resources depleted,
Until resistance defeated.

A move to perception change,
From being considered strange,
Into unequivocally deranged.

Think this is a lie?
Look back and histories cry,
And witness those who die.

The best amongst us,
The ones who raised a fuss,
The holy and the righteous.

A bullet to silence
Those in defiance.
Those highlighting the hypocrisy of the violence.

‘But that’s the past’ you say,
‘It no longer happens that way’.
Perhaps, but wait until today is yesterday.

Then today’s leaders
Will be seen to be the cause of the bleeders,
Covert operations and illegal seizures.

But don’t you worry,
There’s nothing to be done,
It’s just how it is,
under our radiant sun.
They will continue taking,
At the barrel of a gun,
With the sign of a pen,
Or a secret bank run.

Knowing that truth is a lie
Won’t help you get by,
At best you’ll cry,
At worst your entire family will die.

Cause if you speak up too loudly,
They’ll come at you proudly,
Exclaiming that you’re dastardly,
And probably bastardly.

Your image will be dragged into the dust,
Your assets left to rust,
Your body buried below the crust.

So,
Open your mouth and swallow the narrative,
The truth is fiction and you will believe their prediction.

Keep quiet if you know what’s good for you,
Cause really, what good could you actually do? 

Just a full stop.
Just a conspiracy top.
Just a dead-beat flop,
with nothing more to drop.

Realise that truth you share won’t make it to air. But that air you used to share will be the last you ever dare.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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The Agnostic’s Plea

Tell me
How your god be
If ‘it’ be a ‘he’
A ‘she’ or a ‘many’

Share with me
Its personality
Should I fear thee
And their ability to bring death upon me?

And what of their decree?
What happens to those who flee?
And how does your god treat sinners
Who kneel and plea?

Show me their impact on society
And on you personally
And on the priests who need a degree
To interpret the words heard internally

Can they foresee
The future of humanity?
Or are we free
To embrace our bestiality?

I want to see
What brings your heart such glee
And feel the emotionality
That seemingly can only be wrought by divinity

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Verses Like Curses

I’m not feeling good today,
All good feelings gone away,
I don’t think I’ve the energy to play,
All I can do is sit and say:

That,
Words flow through my mind in verses, like curses that highlight the evidence for the nurses writing obituaries for those travelling in hearses. The words disperse paragraphs of mental inverses that coerces when it traverses then immerses. It changes and corrupts into mental cutpurses taking it all as it reimburses. The words are a game, a versus, life and death on the field of internal universes.

The worst is, that this verse is, my only respite from the inner curses. When the pen traverses the page it disperses my universes and reimburses, but only while it immerses.

I can feel it ending now,
The brief respite is gone somehow.
What can I do but allow?
Cause the curse has trapped me in this vow.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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So Why?

if all I want
is for each day
to end
quickly

why
do I bother
waking?

to do
just enough
to afford a bed
and the drugs
to keep me
there

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow,
The time to get everything done.

Tomorrow,
A time that never comes.

Tomorrow,
When things will be better.

Tomorrow,
When new problems arise.

Tomorrow,
A hope for a change.

Tomorrow,
More of the same.

Tomorrow,
A new beginning.

Tomorrow,
Just another day.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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