Social Decline

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Look, you can chat on Snap, Facebook, Insta ‘n’ that
Me, I’ve got my preference set to human contact
Living life on Twitter or the likes of Whatsapp
You tend to get depressed seeing all the things yours may lack
Then again, maybe that’s not necessarily true
For what if you hold a different point of view
Just another junkie before they hit the floor
You feel so much better than you ever did before
Next, you find you are counting foes amongst your friends
Food for thoughts and these ads that never seem to end
Morning through til night; they control that train of thought
We no longer give life meaning; turned into mindless robots

Young and curious, I opened all these doors
Old and useless, left only wanting more

(Rhyme scheme – AAAABBCCDDEECC)


Help me forget

Help me forget this city where I dwell
These grey granite walls I know only too well
My dreams gone adrift in the ocean inside
Among the sharks and the sites we now know as life
So help me forget the extent of these sins
Seven most deadly deep within every skin
They come and go until somebody breaks
Or there’s nothing much left and we’ve little to trade
I cannot forget all of these troubles
Lacklustre love and obligatory cuddles
Family, friends and the foe that’s myself
Put value on status instead of our health

Can you help me remember where I belong
Is there sun, sand and sea? I don’t want this; it’s wrong!
(Ryhme scheme – AABBCCDDEEFFGG)

Debris of dreams


To whom should I write these letters of love?
These letters dropped down from some kingdom above
For what could he know of devotion and trust?
Or to know only lust is never enough
Easy to find be it land, sky or sea
Notably absent when your eyes fall on me
It sails and flies with both mercy and pity
I long for the country but dwell in the city
Drenched in these tears; can belong only to you
Created so many yet good in so few
Wretched keep taking with both knife and gun
I keep asking myself, oh what have you done?

Awake in the morning to the debris of dreams
Tears in abundance thinking what might have been

(So this is debris of dreams reworked to the form of a John Clare sonnet in that it adheres to the AABB-CCDD-EEFF-GG rhyme scheme, has 14 lines; three quatrains and a couplet but with regards to meter don’t ask as I really struggle with this, especially on a line to line basis as some seem like iambic pentameter yet others seem different. As far as I understand it, that’s supposed to be five iambs (da-DUMs) yet the sylablle count for my sonnet is 10-11-11-11-10-11-11-12-11-11-10-10-12-11) I’m so confused haha





Cruelest live performance

Cruelest is the man who sits and says nothing
Stand alone stare with a harrowing message
Or maybe it’s the poorest, crudest of man
Who we all brand as violent, biting at hands
What then of the angry indignant man
The one who feels drained with no moral compass
Moans and groans develops own brand of justice
Then there’s the soldier in all different shapes
Who plunders and kills or kidnaps and rapes
No words for the actions of each head of state
No words for the actions of the man who won’t stand
No words for all those who play life at high stakes

Doesn’t life burn you when spending it thinking
So here we all are; fast living and sinking