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Sunday, 8 January 2017

The Failure Of My Generation - a rant

It starts with a whisper
A whimper
A sneer
Screeching tires
Blinded eyes
Tell the terrors to stay back
Stay down
Back around
It starts with an ending
An ascending
From a place of lack
A hole with no beginning
We seek a something that
We’ve already found
We seek it out on new ground
A richer soil
A sound that is fuller
A plant that grows
And a beat that rises with it
We lack what we lack
And we don’t see what we lack
This failure
Is my failure
Our failure
Future’s failed
Futures failed yeah
We beat the drum
Transcend the everyday
Transcend to every way
We beat the drum to a new resistance
No assistance
Confusion twisted
We seek the meaning
Where it is to be found
Laid out loud
Played out proud
Seek the meaning
Burn the failure
Take the past and degrade the rest
We woke up from crusted sleep
Deep rest
Bested and blessed
But less
Needing to find a mess
New start
Return to what was
Our art a corruption
Nose-diving instructions
Search for something
Find the cure
Search for something more
More or less
Less is less and less
Hail the future
With one eye closed
Look back to the past and know beyond
Doubt that this is the out that we were singing about
Ringing aloud
Silence the bells
Silence the stories we were told in our sleep
Truth is steep
A hard climb
For tired arms and breaking eyes
Glaucoma shadow
No surprise
This future is our past
It can’t last
Mustn’t last
Nothing to pass
No past
Don’t stray beyond
Walk on grass with bare feet
Take hands from LED’s
And swipe-swipe screens
To the sky gaze
On bended knee
Dig a hole and bury the future in the past
Of pasts before
No more to adore
About the way that was
A world to toast
Guests to host
And all as a joke
A no hope no life no like no luck
Burning desire to give a dream
To someone with a dream
This is the future
We see
We grasp
Tearing at the seams
Old streams
Watered down and re-watered
Reo-ordered and bordered by lands
Without borders
Sort the disorder
Lay down the decay
Lay down the decay
There must be something more
Something worthy
Something to explore
This is the failure of my generation
We turned too far inward
Never outward
Never opened our palms
Never held hands aloft
Only looked for god
In the lands of the lost
See the silence
See the rupture
Bury the yearning
Look to the future
See the prophets
The seers with their smiles
These seers wear no sneers
They dream big
Rooted dreams
With deep roots
They want it real and they want to die for it
For the truth they seek
They’re all in
Every bit
Not inch by inch
Two feet firmly planted on the future
Not digging the self it’s grave
This is the failure of my generation
We lived in fear
For too long afraid
Time to relearn the learning
Re-find the yearning
Re-live the burning that
Held our hearts captive in innocent days
Crave a dream that won’t go away
No because it’s binary simple
But because it’s tightly held and deeply sought
Wrought of iron and burnt into skin
Tattoo my arms
Let the words be writ large
Upon my life
No truth in what was
Only truth in new life

Friday, 9 December 2016

Throw Hope Asunder

Throw Hope Asunder

Throw hope asunder
Learn to wonder
Let it bury itself
Under your skin

Take a moment
Pause and own it
Look around at
Where you’ve been
Keep it steady
Find your path
Follow footsteps denying

We’re on a journey
And the road ahead is
Fogged in tired mists
And dogged risks
What lies ahead is lost beyond
The horizon of the future
A focal point
A vocal point
Claiming identity
And ready to embrace it all
We look this way and that
Eyes flit forwards and back
Hands swipe the knot in our palms
All the while

The call
To the wild waits a silent
Wolf silhouetted against
Darkening skies

Trauma spills forth from
News desks and desert

The echoing clatter of
Militaristic marches
Stalks this present future
Just around the corner

The right rises and scarcity sings its
Celebration chorus
Creation weeps fossil tears
And scarcity’s song is ignored
Abundance is preferred
~More palatable ~
A more malleable truth

Post-pre-post youth

Whose futures are defined
By the failures of long lines
Of lies

No post-truth
Just no truth

Nothing by which to stigmatize
Swipe swipe beyond the lies

Timelines have moved on and
Every thought is forsaken and
Lacking a bigger social

Filtered by ego’s proof
No use for hives
And hive minds
Collectivist thinking
Just blind leading
The bind-ed
To the blinded bling
Of the latest Soc Med novelty
Where novelty is king
Find your platform
And sing sing sing

Your words are important

Your voice is unique

Everyone is equal
Everyone is freak

Hevel goes the shout
When drums kick in
And push the
Music forward
Not a march
But a run
Through urban streets
Along glass-walled avenues
Of pay per view privileges
We can barely afford

Barely affording to be ignore

We buy debt with or without
A credit check

Purchase and then pay - but
Not yet not yet
Never yet
Increase the debt

Not the buy now
Or the buying on the never never
Rather buying on the
Never ever clever saw you coming
Opened doors with us all inward running
This Friday was black
But not eclipsed
And not Good
Bought for a price
The ransom paid
Fitting in the lounge
The TV upgrade
Ready to be crucified
And hung out on the wall
Not drowning silently
But vomiting violently

Monotony of insanity
Low-level profanity
High-level conformity
With a nudge nudge wink wink
Of individuality
Your identity
You and only you
And only them
Only us
And you
And them
Let out a collective sigh
Inspiration is running....
Our minds cloyed, clogged
With webbed dementia confusion
The simplest action has acquired
New, deeper levels of accountability
And through it all
Nothing happens
Nothing matters
Truth lies shattered
Dreams dashed
Desires scattered
Relationships flattened

In a connectivity fetish frenzy
Where shallow and plenty
Beats deep and lengthy
On a theme
About a dream
That belongs to more than one

A dream of a song
Still to be sung

A dream deserving
More than one dreamer

A song deserving more than one singer

This things is big and getting bigger
Watch for cracks
In the unoccupied facade
Of an occupied charade
A rambling corrective
To the mumbles unelected
And soon to be steamrollered
And rejected
The system is infected
With the listless
And dejected

Whole communities abandoned
And left to fight off the rising right
Left to look for a shining knight
Left to cope
Left looking for scapegoats
And there are plenty to choose from
Plenty who’ve been used as them

Lay down all nuance
Instead let’s find a binary
A “them” to match
Our “us”
Let the streets run with red
Turn up the pressure
Reduce the services
Keep politics
As far from people
As possible

Keep it away
From parochial boundaries and boarders
Keep Westminster talking
About a multi-billion pound refurb
And re-order
Leave communities alone
Undisturbed and sunk in it

We will find an answer
We find our answers
Because our neighbours are amazing
But drops and crumbs
from the lofted platter
Would be gratefully received

Whole generations detached
And feeling deceived

Is this how far we’ve travelled
Just to watch it unravel

No words
No points
This is not about
After opportunities
Or at least
It shouldn’t be
Who said the Land of the Free?
Who said it could be
Anything more
Anything less
Reaching for something
And hoping for the best
It doesn’t get better
Than it gets in the west
No rest
All professed
No stress
Time to accept less?
Accept less or expect more?
Stand and campaign for better
Write a letter
Then take a stand
Form a plan
Take it to the barricade and


But what does any
Of this even mean?

There’s nothing to see and
Even less to feel

It’s all for nothing
And nothing is real

Sunday, 13 November 2016

THEM and US: a Confession

Them and Us - a Confession

Whenever we speak of “them” and us”
Lord, forgive us

Whenever we ignore speech about “them” and “us”
Lord, forgive us

Whenever we don’t condemn speech about “them” and “us”
Lord, forgive us

Whenever we stay silent in the face of speech about “them” and “us”
Lord, forgive us

Whenever we don’t speak on behalf of the silenced, in light of talk about “them” and “us”
Lord, forgive us

Whenever we don’t offer an alternate vision that re-imagines the mere idea of “them” and “us"

Lord, forgive us

Sunday, 6 November 2016


As with Lent 2016, I've created a whole host of #thoughts that will be appearing each day on Facebook at - all of the #AdventThoughts can be seen below