You make me hate the World

 

Anger feeds and breeds division

Truth ties the hands of those with vision

Where under guise of flawed debate

You spread your cloak of indecision

With soundbites loudly resonate

Spew your bile, and shout your hate

It pains my eyes to have to see

How you rationalise your mind’s demise

With logic born of bias

Skewed by full-on toxic spin

And an ignorant defiance

Being preached from on the dais

It taints the years I’d come to know

Shrinks the spirit I’d once watched grow

Feeds on fear, absorbs the light

Summons beasts from down below

The side of Man that takes delight

In watching day dissolved by night

How did we even reach this place

Where all that matters is not losing face

Where truths it seems, can intertwine

And bluster, ward off deep disgrace

Reality told to toe-the-line

And your truth can be different from mine

You make me hate the World

All the love, the art, music of the heart

Fades into a fog, ever more dense

As you idly allow reason to depart

Incriminate the use of common sense

And try to debunk intelligence

You make me hate the post-truth World

Billy 23/7/17

 

 

 

 

 

Harbinger

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I saw you again today
Spouting some shit or other on the news
Hanging society’s ills on everyone but those to blame
From Europe, to Muslims, Arabs and Jews
Spreading your fear
To anyone unwilling to challenge the bullshit you use
Those who seek someone to divert their shame
But never question your unsustainable reactionary views
I saw you again today
I still don’t get why you’re given the airtime to abuse
It’s almost like you’re being played like a piece in a game
And it doesn’t really matter which fascist stands there in your shoes
Telling us who to hate
I can’t be the only one who’s seeing through your ruse
The whole façade crumbling, but the vitriol still the same
Turning communities from vibrant to recluse
I saw you again today
Using your lies to attack and accuse
Fanning the embers you helped to inflame
Goading the angry as violence brews
Pointing your accusing finger
Causing us to feel like the whole country has the blues
All just to make people know your name
The narcissist inside you guarantees we’re born to lose
 
Billy 5/3/17

Walking my own path

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If there’s a judgement forming?
Then just fucking don’t
An attempt to label who I am?
Well it just fucking won’t
You really think you’re helping here?
You couldn’t be more wrong
Your just filling my gaps with your own views
Putting them where they don’t fucking belong
Please don’t use your standards
To judge the things I do
I don’t necessarily march along
To the same beat of the drum as you
Your World, and mine, are not the same
They turn at their own pace
To find their paths to what will be
It’s not a fucking race
So now I’ll struggle forwards
Try to follow my own lead
Through this thorny uncertainty
You cultured from your seed
I will take your judgement
And what you think you know
And even though it weighs me down?
I just won’t let it show
So get off your moral high horse
Try to see things from down here
Then before you make assumptions
Don’t just listen.. Try to hear
I won’t try to meet your challenge
Play your game and toe your line
Because although you think it’s the only way?
That’s your opinion ……… Not fucking mine

Billy 16/9/16

Life and Futility

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When you can’t get the words out
Or the feelings on the page
Brain just saying “Fuck you”
And refusing to engage
An internal tide of chaos
With no way to assuage
Too civilised, or programmed
To give in to the rage

The pain that burns inside
Leaves you virtually blind
You fumble in the dark
For any reasons you can find
Trying to collect
The scattered fragments of your mind
The ultimate desire
See what was broken re-entwined

But that way leads to hope
Hope never pays it’s way
Hope just makes suggestions
Of a path out of the grey
Hope’s a dangled carrot
First it’s shown, then pulled away
Hope is just a game
That we never asked to play

The thing I fear the most?
One day I’ll cease to care
And I’ll be less affected
As life pulls away my chair
One day I won’t react
When I see that life’s unfair
And I’ll just turn away from things
I just don’t want to bear

That will be the day I’ll know
That I just cannot win
And if I cannot see this through?
Then why should I begin?
The cards are stacked against us
And rigged to draw us in
The shit is always neck deep
There is no thick or thin

Billy 26/8/16

Deadwood

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Drifting aimlessly
Taken by current or breeze
Bobbing along on the surface
Looking as though you’re at ease
You used to have a purpose
A function, a small part of a whole
You used to have direction
A use, you had your role
But look at you now
Adrift, thrown over the side
No longer required
A purpose that is now denied
Deadwood, taken by the tide
Swallowed by your own pride
Spat out by life
And half dead on the inside
Destined to drift
With everything you want just out of reach
Your only hope?
To be washed up on some far flung beach
Picked up from the shore to become a vision
Of what someone else can fashion
A second breath of life
To  once more be the object of someone’s passion
Drifting…..
Deadwood…
Drifting
 
Billy 2/7/16

Fuck The Referendum!!!!

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We’re standing on a precipice
On a dark and cloudy night
Squaring up for a battle
That we didn’t want to fight
Pandering to fear and hate
Stirred up by the right
We’re heading for some dark days
Before we find the light
 
We’ve brought this on ourselves
Now we’re reaping what was sown
The fault we lay at others feet
Is actually our own
Elected leeches the real cause
Of the problems you bemoan
Now we’ll have to live with consequence
Of true colours now being shown
 
Tomorrow won’t run smoothly
Society has gone lame.
Every issue magnified
As the losers seek to blame
Every future problem
An excuse to name and shame
No matter who wins now
Things will never be the same  😦
 
Billy 18/6/16

Which way’s in? Which way’s out?

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The big day
Is approaching
Fast
View’s
Of both sides
Being hurled
And cast
This shit is getting pretty serious
 
Farage  
Just trots out
Platitudes
Cameron’s
Scares
Breed attitudes
Normally I’d find this shit hilarious
 
But people
Are having
Their brains bleached
Tolerances
For bullshit
Long over-reached
Trance-like, the proles seem delirious
 
I fear
For an empty
Tomorrow
On course
For collision
With sorrow
Yet those with no plan strut imperious
 
All that we
Ask
Is for clarity
Both sides
Focused
On factual parity
Not shrouded in the fog of the mysterious
 
Just for once
Furnish us
With facts
See what happens
When truths
Interact
Instead of just the downright spurious
 
 
 
Billy 30/5/16