Fictional realities Sugarcoated truths Gold-encrusted fallacies Sheepskins worn by wolves Can any ‘facts’ be trusted? Or have they all been corrupted?   My laptop has died. Any purchase of my book would help put me in a position where I could replace it. Or Buy Me a Coffee and we’ll be bestest buddies forever

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Will it ever end? The constant need for fighting Is there no hope left?   Nothing but violence Fuelled by money and power Will it ever end?   Oil and diamonds Only serve to fan the flames Is there no hope left?   Peace a memory War the only truth they know Will it ever end? […]

I bash one out Maybe three times a day But the pressure inside It never goes away When it gets too much I just have to find peace I feel it building And I need to release Whether sat at work Or on the train I can’t hold back I’ve got no restraint Always rising […]

Hell just isn’t hot enough The flames burn far too cold There’s no place on or beyond this earth Where you can ever cleanse your soul Did you strike a deal with the devil Did you trade morality for gold The acts that you’ve committed So unforgivably cruel Your conscience irreversibly twisted You’re the absolute […]

It doesn’t always feel like I’m really here My body is present in this world But my mind exists in another plane I see things in a way They are not meant to be seen As though their outside layers Have been peeled back And I am looking at what’s beneath; The harsh truths behind the façades […]

And once again My chest grows tight I’m drawn back in To the never-ending fight With anxiety And I don’t know If I have the will To face another day Praying it goes away Will I ever be free? From its vice-like grip Or has fear become my crypt   My laptop has died. Any purchase […]

People think I’m not from the city So I must be a bumpkin Only suited to the country Ploughing fields or raising cattle Sitting on porches and chewing tobacco And that I wouldn’t survive A night in the hustle Of the big city lights And the traffic and the bustle But they don’t realise I […]

Your thoughts and prayers And your condolences They don’t mean shit To the grieving parents A nation weeps Hearts are breaking As its children sleep Never waking Brothers and sisters Daughters and sons Mothers and fathers Slaughtered with guns But still you refuse To pin the blame On these deadly weapons Instead you claim That […]