Connecting Through Corona

 UNSEENS FORCES PART 3 One minute I’m fine then the next I’m not  Man I’m really out my mind feeling messed up Where do I go who do I see cuz I’m sick of playing guess what Guess who be dressed up in black just like spec ops?  Ready to blow as if I’m bout to pull the pin  Sick of the system that were living in full of sin Every single day try change but I’m looking in the mirror  what I’m seeing is rage within the frame  Can’t think straight everyday live afraid  N I can’t help but think we was moulded this way  But don’t get it twisted with the way I was raised And don’t get it twisted with the way I SEE THE WAY Break these chains won’t fade away I’m brave  Taking away the ones that won’t stay when I’m, temporarily taking away the cake...  Real Recognise Real Why they acting strange?  Talking to yourself again you ain’t sane   Everybody else thinking the same cuz your pulling the same face again  With no words to say expression takes shape your insane  Better make way don’t play game

 UNSEEN FORCES PART 2 I’m losing the fight inside of my mind and I can’t look back its worse Every time I’ve tried was a fine line…  Realised... Capable of winning when you know what your worth  Every time I’m getting hurt…  Is it what I deserve?  Pressure building up feeling like I’m about to burst. This is your Higher Self... Pull yourself together got to live and learn  Out of all the pain you know a winner can emerge  You deserve better than living with the burns  You’ve been living in the dirt get the feeling your the first No one else will take a turn You did it all on your own take credit be proud you can make it work  Make it work MAKE IT WORK  Really gotta make it worth  Every bit of pain along the way can change who you were  Now pick yourself up PICK-YOURSELF-UP! Be a better being tomorrow and beat the beast WUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT I can Never put my feet up when I’m at war with these demons  Thoughts imprisoning my mind I need Freedom Everything a chore because I need healing 

UNSEEN FORCES  [PART 1] They will never know what’s its like having a mind like mine Never been in my shoes every time I’ve cried Suicide tried but I’m still alive I’m use to the pain so don’t mind the fights I’m not a bad person I like to strive I like to see others succeed & help them aim high Sometimes I’m out to fight crime... But most of the time the crime is in my mind. Feeling Hypnotised what I’m seeing with my eyes is lies prison in my head, jeopardising my life every time I go inside, Never wanna go inside never wanna roll that dice now why would I? Try moving in without an invitation take as a threat class as an invasion When a voice in my head is telling me to jump I can make it…  Choose to ignore… WAIT BE PATIENT…  Fear of the faithless oppressed by the greatest Dumbing and Numbing your mind no longer take it…  Wait let Me say this!! I choose to ignore so wait and be patient AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Everything I’m touching I’m breaking, I can no longer take it I’m raging… Unseen

 Poem 2 from AT THE GATES WHAT YEAR IS IT?     2020 tattooed. So what is the year we’re now wearing? 2021 doesn’t suit me or occur naturally in the mouth.   As I misspoke the year at the end of the previous poem, A fact that Anthony called to remind me, and my reaction   To this provoked doubt as to where I am, unnaturally, In terms of both place and present. As the days collide   And the future that I once imagined through films and books Has arrived. For we are further than Bladerunner now,   Despite lacking its vast ransacked cities, soundtracked By Vangelis above new noir chasms and a Grand Canyon   Crying through a prism of rain, synthesised. But I certainly Never thought we’d here in a Depraved New World aping   Huxley, but without the perception or foresight with which To forestall doomsday’s tread. Advance has not helped.   For the discerning day has drowned in it. And in league With the sea’s separation we can no longer see t

Poem 1 from AT THE GATES  HAPPY BIRTH DAY MR PRECEDENT What is it we’re waiting for now: do we know? Some fiction we made when fact failed us?  A change In the weather, or, as laboratories wrestle the germ   Back and forth; a fresh race? But one that flows back To the start, not the end, so that we may all feel Familiar, and recognise while we’re running   The fast blurring day and found face? I have been Waiting for days for a number of people to call me, Casting myself to the wire in order to shape   And stir my return – into the realm of the real, Charged as it is by full feeling, whether it is Something new for a woman, or the song of blood   Started when passion and flesh rouse and burn. In America an old and seemingly good man has won, But he will struggle to seal the torn earthquake   That Trump’s fat scam has unthreaded to show The naked Emperor’s clothes that ass wore. It may as well have been a cloak made of stone   And of the very ground riots ruined. If he ever Achieves a t