This is What we call Life...

Life is controlled by a range of systems designed to remonstrate the authority and convenience of existing in a space where a mixture of economic... unjust... emotionless... manipulative... In denial beings roam free.  I refuse to be controlled by being me. 

Thoughts to Paper

My urge to write far exceeds my want to fight the feelings I contain within me.

These indescribable emotions frustrate me beyond no end but admittedly give me more to write about.

The thing is; writing gives me the opportunity to express my thoughts, feelings and views in the most raw form.

My aim is to create a piece designed to enable you to understand my understanding

But there isn’t enough words in the world that allow one to completely comprehend the contents of one’s being

So in deep thought I lay in darkness; allowing nothing other than words to disturb me

Ink flowing from my heart through my veins via a biro bleeding on a blank canvas with lines on it

As this canvas becomes immersed with emotion in the common form of blue pigment, my eyes brighten up; the sudden recognition of what being a poet consists of excites me

My poems explain me; so read on....

I'll Tell You Mine

Theres two sides to every story;
We have our's, they have their's
Probably no difference between the two other than the amount of pride possessed in the hearts of the opposing parties
We push, they push but never merge; cannot reach the sweet spot we call Agreement
When would it end?
How does it end?
Does it ever end?

I've proved my point...

The End.