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I am Politician 17Apr10 – updated 29Oct23

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I am politician
I am disturbed

I invented the new way and wrapped in foil
Baked it for several years made it boil

I am politician
I am heartless

Defended the indefensible against themselves
Controlled the dispensable – all ourselves

I am politician
I am the killer

Hidden from view sending death to the defenceless
Deploying rapid vaporisation for the senseless

I am politician
I am the disliked

Play the game until the end – whip the hatred to a frenzy
Playing the “ I have no friend” controlling the envy

I am politician
I sink to the lowest

Corruption is the mainstay – coldness the way
Step into my hell hole – for you cannot get away

I am politician
I’m disloyal - greedy – pathetic

Bathed in blood I paint the exterior of my skull
What you see is insincerity – as I really want to kill

I am politician
I write and repeat the lies

What I say has been rehearsed a thousand times over
The meaning is known only to me and no other.

I am politician
I am power mad

Never keep a clean thought ever in my head
I think the unthinkable and then I go ahead

I am politician
I am your future

Promises promises empty words to hold back the dam
You can’t see through me, you will never know who I am

I am politician
I am the faker

Rape pillage destroy are the weapons of victory
Without me these things would cease to be 

I am politician
I am the pillar

Respectability converted into trivia – nonsense – tripe
Ideologies creamed over, served with piping hot hype

I am politician
I make the target

Abuse bullying are my tools of the trade
Without them I could not have been self-made.

I am politician
I am hatred personified

Giving the all clear as the bombs are detonated 
Seems more like fun to me but rather dated

I am politician
I am the disdain

Energies collapse before me behind me all around
Nothing escapers the clawed hand of political sound

I am politician
I am the trash can

Throw your rubbish in the sea, the park or the theatre
I will organise several tons more, I’m the chaos creator

I am politician
I am bloodless and cold

Severe eyes capture the blind obedient clutched strongly
As the people leap from tall buildings or tallest tree.

I am politician
I am a blank card

You can not see me I am only a facade, standing
Penetrate me, you wouldn’t believe what you were seeing

I am politician
I am shifting sand

I escape responsibility for I invented all the Rules
I revel in being matter of fact – hard – cruel.

I am politician
I am the News

Never ending talk about nothing fills the TV screen
I have nothing to say but I have many hours to say it in

I am politician
I am the end

Means of control pressing people right on down
Wiping their memories as they gladly madly drown

I am politician
I am stagnation

Being the bulwark against change I announce the fake change
Nothing alters for if it did I would be instantly out of range

I am politician
I am cracked concrete

My foundations are dripping in oil blood, tears and water
My favourite pastime is pissing into the Holy Altar

I am politician
I am dinosaur made real

See me remember me learn this small refrain
Even if you don’t vote for me you will see me again.

(2023 addendum)

I am politician
I am the apologist

As the bombs rain down on defenceless children in Gaza
The staged breach of the security wall by fake Hammas

I am politician
I am the grinning clown

While soldiers shoot into the groins of small children
To stop their reproduction – by the decree of government

I am politician
I am the gun-holder

As state and opposition terrorists tear up the Geneva Papers
Blood running from heads of bombed babies and mothers

I am politician
I am the arms investor

I make my money from killing people all over the world
The more the better for the higher profits I will behold.

I am politician
I am scare-monger

I trap people inside their homes with tales of mass death
From a germ that never really existed this I readily bet

I am politician
I am grave digger 

Burying the basic tenets of democracy sixty feel below ground
No cares because we all let it happen, without making a sound.

MISSING

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(For all those people who know there is something missing.)

What in our lives is missing, what are we missing?
This feeling uses great effort in the many at listing
The missing facets that allow us to feel unreal,
Like some punishment for no crimes – I did not steal
I did not kill – nor did I trample upon anyone’s dignity.
But something has been taken away even though not guilty.

What did we do to feel this way or was it someone else?
This heavy burden of taking away common sense
And leaving us in a sea of irrationality – a horrible dance
In the fires of someone else’s condemnation and insults.
What did we do to deserve to be on the receiving end,
Was it a personal slight, was it trickery by a close friend?

Whatever it was we continue to waste time on speculation
There’s a way out of here when we entertain a realisation,
A discovery that sits well in the heart says what is missing
It’s a warmth in our lives that feels like a cocoon encompassing
Our whole body and mind reminding us we deserve to be loved
But the tears won’t stop because we know we live in a cloud,

Where sunlight has been banished from our sight and hearing
All we have is the reminders of the absent wanted healing,
When we cried as a child the missing was the comforting
When we lost a loved one missing was the understanding
When we were bullied by life missing were words of comfort
When bedded with a partner the missing was the arms about.

The missing element that can pull us out of dark despond
That can lift the heaviest of hearts now aching far beyond
This place filled with missing, can be replaced on this Earth
With loving, being loved, feeling that we are of real worth.
We yearn to be a real person for another and to ourselves too,
The missing is the absence of self-love, needed by me and you.


Finished 18 Mar 2022

Listening

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I am in this café looking out towards the cars listening,
To the rain as it pats the windowpane and glistening
In the light of the streetlamps standing sentinel pose,
The rhythm of the rain interposing thoughts I suppose.
There is no control over the places the rain will fall
But at least I have something to listen to after all.

I am in this living room in silence but listening always,
There is only my heartbeat I notice pounding away
As the quiet cuts decidedly across my concentration 
There are brief clatters as my keyboard is a distraction
But I am not worried my thoughts are in need of renewal,
As I discover past mind pictures in places I can recall.

I am in this wooded area and while listening the air is cool,
The birds are all of a chatter and sing their songs in tall
Trees that sway to the winds that disturb their very leaves,
I love the rustling of the leaves and the fresh air I breathe,
In this place increasingly I sense I’m becoming more real
Listening can be a tonic but within me the sounds will still.

I am in this holiday place where gulls cry out to no one,
But they sail on passed me in a cocky way; are you done
They scream as I lay listening in the warm afternoon sun,
The sea in the distance beckons me to join in the throng
I expect nothing more than to hear my best ever song
That echoes around inside my head all the day long.

I am on this doorstep listening to the people on the inside
Trapped I am wondering whether the door bell on the outside
Will scream obscenities to all within beyond this door,
What matter is it to me if they hear the truth and much more
What do I care, they do deserve an earful of fuck and bloody
I rang the bell and moved away not speaking until I’m ready.

I am in this bed listening to the clock mocking my sleepy eyes
I can’t sleep, as usual, the whirring of my brain I now realise
Doesn’t want me to put head to pillow and get down to sleeping
No it wants me at its mercy it repeats over a phrase I’m keeping,
Hidden away inside my heart where I wait for its completion.
It’s been a long long time, I am aware of its possible depletion.

I am on a carousel most people would call life and listening
To what they say about it only makes me feel like disappearing,
So I can gather evidence of an energy to discover the feeling
Down inside of me that I have lost something of true meaning
I see pictures of lakes, ducks dragon flies, geese and cranes,
In the sunlight I spy a shadow that needs to be in light again.