Hi welcome to DISSENTERS VOICE - I am Pete the Poet I post my poems and those of other poets I like, and info about poets, writers, songwriters etc.
The aim of this blog is to present the reader with works and actions of dissenting voices who expose, for example the psychopathic nature of transnational companies and institutions - to reveal their true nature i.e - non-life.
I am supporter of Peace issues, orgs and people. I explore matters related to the Paranormal, the Afterlife, Mediums and Psychic Healing. I am active in exposing the government and media propaganda and publish counter narratives based on facts and scientific research. We don't need politics or religion, just ourselves - take your personal responsibility and RESIST DEFY AND DO NOT COMPLY
Out of all the mire, toes in the water listening What did I hear, what could I hear? The soft splashing around my cold feet The thoughts swimming around my brain My heartbeats as they stutter again and again, The songs of leaves cascading to the ground Sensible sounds are here? Now have I found A voice that was meant to give a message,
Now listen, have I come this way before? Because it all seems so familiar to me Standing here motionless on the shore I have seen this in my meditations White brick houses shining in brilliance Looking like boxed iridescence Captured sunlight playing with shadows As I listen for a voice.
Listening in the quiet rains soft songs they play on the leaves of trees the bottoms of my trouser legs moisten the thoughts in my head now hasten to bring forth some meanings to sharing, I can’t be doing so as there’s no one here. Only me listening – along with the birds flying And me – waiting for a voice to come.
Along with the creatures frantically scampering, My blood rushes along my veins senselessly, There is the sky looking down on humanity As it scatters logic to all the four winds Clouds scurrying back and forth trying to hide The embarrassment of being human – listening, Not knowing for what I am expecting, From a voice I have never heard before.
The people I know are not in the colours of waves Nor do anyone of them want to stand near this edge Where water and sand collide softly as if not caring. There is a transcendent moment hanging in the air Beyond the range of normal or physical experience. I cannot let it remain there I need to take a chance, So I listen out for the word I hope will complete me From a voice strange but so near so clear completely.
A Killer dog prowls around inside my head Where there should be relaxation there instead. It preys upon the unsuspecting beating heart, Its reason is only to tear me almost apart.
It growls its menacing message each time I take myself off guard, thinking that I’m Safe but the teeth of this animal deeply sink into my soul as it devours what I think.
The only protection that I have found to really work Is to face away from it, ignore it as the dog lurks In the shadows of my mind, salivating grossness; Keep your distance brute, I want no more closeness.
For you are rank and the stench of your pack sickens Get far away from me! Especially as the night time thickens. The night creates its own very black shapeless shadows. I walk away from the predator, I will not, again, go so low.
Like the laws of gravity the law of karma is balance; Should I inflict pain upon another can I expect pain in return? But we all try to avoid pain where possible and we earn The strength to be good to others, but not in hope of reward. Karma rewards and punishes in its own gentle way. I try to spread as much love as I can for its own sake And the balance of karma brings love to me, I take This to be lessons learned as we go blithely through life.
Like the laws of Karma the law of spirit is ingrained Into our minds as it seeks a basis from which to launch The search for the meaning behind the spirit vibrations. Unexpected visions and messages come during meditations. Dreams – but how much notice do we take of what we see The mistake is to let the messages pass without a comment For Karma will kick in and make us regret our neglect, Whether we feel it is not right or maybe we feel is correct.
Like the laws of spirit the laws of love of all that we see Is buried deep in our hearts, there are chances of release, As we are human we don’t always notice the occasion Where love can be the spreader of the strongest compassion. Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
A dark shadow has cast its spell over my life, It has sapped the very essence of who I really am It cuts slices off my heart, which has been damned. My darkened days stretching back many years The sting in my eyes is caused by many tears.
I’ve had my heart wrenched cruelly from my chest And it’s like a thousand fierce words that cannot jest. The agony of living in a barren almost living cage Takes its toll, takes my life, takes a whole age! As it strips a love down, until all I feel is a rage.
Emptiness replaced my expectant loving side It enthusiastically entertained my suicide. You take a broken union and then look inside And if you see the puss caused by jealousy You know that all you ever needed has gone bad.
There is the death stench that comes with jealousy, It has no room for affection, kindness, caring or sex It despises feelings, it chops me up like an axe. Leaving me bleeding away the love I once had Replacing hope with fear, it has made me feel sad.
The years when jealousy reigned over our lives Have been too many, like enduring many sharp knives; Cutting into the softest parts of my personality, Changing forever my character, distorting my reality, Digging a ditch into which my self-belief was thrown.
In places like the Sea of Galilee When men were fishing for their lives A stranger would approach happily To turn them away from their knives.
In the Lebanon, the deserts of the Sudan The message of encroaching poverty Would sink into the hearts or every person - And the bombs would rain heavily.
On the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates The Dealers were hacking put their trade The people were fading, the tanks teased Before they deployed another senseless raid.
In the town of Nazareth a carpenter spoke His words were light, his eyes were bright For he only wanted to speak the truth – Better a slap in the face than a bullet in the night.
At Calvary the Roman oppressors slew his body Their ignorance was supreme, their laws blind The messenger lives on today happily In the collective heart – the everyone mind.
I don’t understand adult wickedness Troubled violent people in a mess There is no scope for a clear reason To exist within or near their circle The terror they bring, what on Earth Is their meaning? The evil intention Scares their victims to shreds Blood runs cold, blood runs freely When the violence begins bluntly Pressing on a vulnerable body What hatred in their hearts they hold Sinking to the gutter. Seeking only the power To control to terrify to kill Leaving deep scars on hearts That are not ever meant to heal Confusion hurt pain That lasts for months, years Why do such as these hate this way Ignoring the consequence Flirting with a prison sentence. Flinging fists, strangleholds Pinning down their victims Scum is not even a suitable name For the attackers have no shame. These have no feelings, what game Are they intending to play? Stalking their victims each and every day, Menacing those who were made scared.
I am not cut from the same cloth I have no violent intent to others My offerings are tenderness and care, I could never strike someone weaker. It is cowardly to hurt a child or woman With fists, big hands, kicking, I vomit at the sight of them Harming less strong and abled victims Every day I hear of husband anger Turn to merciless cold danger The child beaters are everywhere Like a curse that turns sour our very air Regular slaps, put downs, insults, punches Clearly such revolting men and women Have no love for their spouse or children Have no real capacity to love Only themselves to distraction The evilness to seek satisfaction Through dishing out pain and humiliation They are worse than wild beasts, Depraved souls seeking subjugation I don’t lower the standing of humans To thinking perpetrators of violence Are anything other than gutter trash Why do such people hate this way? I don’t understand the where for or harm Nor do I waste my time wondering why What happened to their humanity They despise goodness and decency Their abuse and threats met only By the weight of the law occasionally These low life escape retribution Which would be more satisfactory More fitting to match their savagery. From where does my anger come Is there a latent nest of confusion Settled within me waiting to emerge When I learn of people’s violent urge. Is it because someone has been angry at me Or have I witnessed too much pain really Caused by violence to vulnerability Towards men women and children Too weak to resist superior strength.
For decades I have actively protested Set up support for victims of bullying For really people violence is bullying. Bullies can only be satisfied by the pain They inflict on their weaker targets Such is their grim satisfaction and yet They have no shortage of victims To speak to people who were bullied Maybe in childhood through neglect Or active violence, threats, put downs By adults parents teachers clowns Maybe attacks by partners spouses Those you thought you could trust The destruction is almost complete The scars from the pain go deep Why do such people hate this way? My meagre words of empathy Seem so pathetic as I listen keenly To those who have received violence Those gratified by punching, the consequence They are wilfully blind towards. Not a moment of feeling inwards Occurs to sociopathic man or woman They have no love towards another Only contempt hatred disdain no other. The idea of a killer who likes the feel of blood Oozing between their savage fingers Is fascinated and gains a carnal pleasure Watching their victim fading from life Wanting this control using their knife.
My disgust towards the perpetrators Sometimes is raw indignation Absent of sympathy or tolerance Such violence forced upon weaker souls Penetrates my heart leaving holes That need the healing of the universe Revenge towards the bully is tempered By thinking of repercussions Towards the victims of assault and battery No need to bring the weak more misery.
Childhood traumas caused by hitting Last a person all their life through It lives within them always, it is true Abusers, child haters, wife beaters, bombers Priests of yore, present day politicians, Will find no understanding within me My instinct is to be between victim and bully Is profound it will move me to action To provide in some small way protection. Whether Israeli bombing of innocent children Or domestic torturing of victims My ire will grow quickly, towards them The givers of violence I show no kindness They would not understand niceness For they spit upon those they harm They despise those people they hurt They try to squash them into the dirt For some there is no escape, not today. Why do such people hate this way?
We say current affairs but how current do you want to be? The last 24 Hours or the last 50 odd years watching steadily The current affairs unfold in places like Gaza, Rafah Where the children’s bodies were set alight inside Their own tents hiding from the firebombs of Israel. Where the orders were given to kill the children Watched in horror by millions on TikTok as it happened. Do we want a live Genocide to be the current affairs?
We say current but many affairs are decades in history Like the greed of the Monarchy exposed last Friday on TV By Dispatches who showed the contempt of the King As he pocketed millions in rent from Hospitals Schools In the Duchy of Cornwall, charging the Armed forces Millions in rent – the current affairs surrounding his son William who rents out substandard housing and upon Our screens he speaks of the homelessness in the UK.
We see the current affairs of hypocrites liars murderers Politicians psychopaths we don’t blink an eye though do we? Current affairs are too horrendous for most people to see So calmly they return to their football, celebs and idiocy. Current affairs of the skies that are blotted out by chemicals As an experiment for what, for who, by whom madness is all, Presenting Current affairs is more important than the affairs To slough people to thinking – well it’s always been this way.
It is so easy to judge But the thought never enters my mind I prefer to let my compassion take over Understanding and patience I find Is preferable, it leads to inner peace.
I believe that good hearts sometimes Choose poor methods or so it seems I pray that whatever is hurting gets better, All you need is a good progress to catch you, May the dark thoughts exit your mind.
Slay the over-thinking let its blood ooze Stab the doubt through the heart, lose The confusion that has dominated Be the phoenix rising up into light May peace, calmness fill your life.
Vintage illustration of from an 18th Century Chapbook. English Folklore, Mother Shipton, Ursula Southeil an English soothsayer and prophetess. Talking with a Witch, Devil and warlock flying brooms
I hear you say - are you a psychopath, am I a psychopath? You have trodden on my heart and scooped it out And taken it in your hands and thrown it all about. The jackboots you used upon me bruised my soul, You left marks upon me: but I wanted to be whole.
Destruction was the name of your game, I can tell You used and abused my soft heart and sent me to hell. You took advantage of my generous caring ways And gave me the blows, the shouts: I was so afraid, Fear is the very core of my being, for certain.
I know deep down your reasons were only trite excuses You used the chains of fear and took advantage You were to be king over my dented half truth life I was putty willingly in your pitiless grasp and fist You sent strange messengers to my brain covered in mist.
At first I could not hear the messages said It was like entering the garden of paradise, dead! You made me ask the question, what is the fucking point, This is no way to live, sure was no way to die, in joint Misunderstanding and mis-directed threats and cajoles.
I was used and abused by those who I thought loved me, I was so badly taken in by charmers in sheep’s clothing I was prey to the wolves, who wanted to eat my brain I bear the inner scars: I am not letting happen to me again I wish only to jump ship and take to the waves of uncertainty.
I want to find a desert island somewhere that would protect me I don’t need or deserve this kinda shit, no way, no how, I am my own person, I want to live well always and now I did not come into this world to be someone else’s plaything Nor do I want to be a punchbag, a skivvy or a slave to your whims.
Circumstances has been my keenest low companion, String me along, locked in chains, like carrion Lying in a field helpless with no way to ward off beaks and claws I was left lying in tears bewildered, but what is the cause? I cried a thousand rivers that flooded my perceptions.
I called out loud to God to relieve me, he was not listening! I battled the devils that railed horribly against me Through the tears I saw distorted faces I didn’t want to see. Through it all I hung in there determined to win, Against outrageous misfortune, at least I am still breathing.
They sallied forth in parallel lines Their bleating dying in the midnight air The escaping of men, marching in rigid time From domestic chores to be there,
Falklands bound with the crowing Of journalistic banter in their ears, The armies at last released into warring “Give ‘em a bloody nose and thick ear”
Smutty jokes and puking nervous boys Given their orders as if holidaying in Spain, The forces of politically directed toys Entering the final bloody stage.
Reputations intact Motivations react The Falklands folly Was a tale so sorry. The architect was woman bound Who only wanted her job returned. Survivors and veterans in fact The lonely widowed wives Counting out time Counting the lives Cursing the Merry Warring song.
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