Daily Archives: October 24, 2017

the employed poor by Martin Hayes

I am not a silent poet

they have a car a job with no contract they work for a company that has
a zero-tolerance policy on sick days and non-attendance they have a
flat with heating and food they have a bottle of wine of a night
they cook a pasta dinner for their two kids they try to buy their
kids new clothes and a mobile phone but it’s never the right
ones always 2 or 3 generations behind they are healthy but
nervous strong but fragile they have nothing in their
hands or tucked away under their beds they
are only one withheld monthly pay cheque
away from disaster one bosses decision
away from hunger one unfortunate
accident away from annihilation
one unplanned bill away from
tipping point one illness
away from seeing the
whole edifice of
their lives come
tumbling down
with no one
around to
help put
any of it
back
together

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Cambiamento di paradigma by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

Depression, the quicksand of the mind

Creeping death

A dark shadow, slowly, ominously, painfully strengthening its deadly grip

On my conscious self

Pulling me under

I try to escape

Desperately reaching out for help

I try to take flight before I succumb to smothering suffocation

It was then I found

That my wings were bound

Era il dolore che ha portato la depressione

It was Pain that brought Depression

Pain grips my body,  squeezing angrily

Fiercely determined to crush my bones

Hoping to hear the snap, snap, snap!

As bones fall like dominoes

Pain laughs as I cry in agony

Throbbing.  Burning. Gasping

Grasping at the air, finding no one there

Dolore mi stava trascinando alle caverne di inferno

Pain was dragging me to the caverns of hell

Depression is a vacuum

Emptying my lungs of life-giving oxygen

Siphoning every molecule of life from me

I am the astronaut in space

Whose fabric has…

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Posthumously Poetic by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

I told her I was going to do this

She thought I said it for attention

I told him I was going to do this

He said in Christ I’ll find redemption

Their heart aches when they hear

another one died from suicide

“If only he’d reached out for help”

If only he tried

I did reach out for help!

My cries for help were ignored

You thought I was too weak

to fall upon a sword?

My friends, my family

They didn’t know just what to do with me

So they smiled at me, reacted ignorantly

“You will be fine” they all assured me

I’ll be fine?  FINE!!???

I won’t be fine and I know this

I look in the mirror and I see me

I am disgusted in me

Who I’ve become I am just sick of me

That’s why I have a gun so I can blow…

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The Pains that Bind Me by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

I’m conscious
Unconscious
I can’t tell the difference

Pain clouds my thoughts
Can’t distinguish the reference

Acute and transmitting
It’s sending a signal
Crash into the brain
Sharpened daggers a symbol

These are the Chains that bind me
These are the Pains that blind me

I want to get out
I just want to go home
Existence so fucked
From defective genome

Forcing a smile and
Faking the laughter
Expected reaction
Then cry hours after

I don’t care if I win
I don’t care if I lose
I just want the end
God or Satan please choose

A thousand generations of pain
Screaming signals to my brain

These are the Chains that bind me
These are the Pains that blind me

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Stockholm Syndrome by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

The silence is maddening
Pounding in my skull

I need it to stop
It’s my mind
I can’t control

I need the noise or
my thoughts go astray

Music might prevent

my suicide today

I hate your happiness
You’re always leaving me

Always laughing
Never loving me

I love my pain
It’s always there for me

It never lies or tries
to leave me or deceive me

It doesn’t love
It doesn’t please me
But at least it’s here
And it never leaves me

I just want to end my life today
Why would you even think
That I would want to stay?

Pain will keep me company today

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Paradelle: to one seeking an end to conflict by Jan McCarthy

I am not a silent poet

Meet me half way between guns and roses
Meet me half way between guns and roses
In the no man’s land of compromises
In the no man’s land of compromises
No man’s guns and half way compromises
Meet me in roses land of in between

O let my voice make equal weight with yours
O let my voice make equal weight with yours
If marriage of true minds is what you seek
If marriage of true minds is what you seek
Let equal weight of minds o marriage make
If true is what you seek, my mind with yours

I’ll not exchange my weaponry for yours
I’ll not exchange my weaponry for yours
I’ve felt too keen the wound those bullets make
I’ve felt too keen the wound those bullets make
Keen weaponry your bullets those I’ll not
Make my exchange too for the wound I’ve felt

If half way…

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