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written by: SMiles



Victories are few beyond the endeavour
striving to aspire for perceptions of normality
enduring without question acceptance of status quo
a meek lamb awaiting slaughter, no rocking boat

no histrionics, delusions to change for a soulful say
resigned to scurry amongst detritus with peers
Piers driving a Morgan and I, a Ford
Henry’s finest mode

what a fellow of fine he was, or not
dependent on ratios of tolerance, lovers of discriminators
supporters to race extinctions
am I an association accessory, a cross to be nailed upon?

Because I’ve failed

I failed to become the person I should
read the books, gain the knowledge and wisdom
to influence a world that shivers and creaks
under weights of self-destruction

I failed the enough test, loving loved ones,
left stones unturned, words to be said,
before the curtains final drop
as the ash blew into the winds beyond

I failed to hold the tightest squeeze, the longest hug
lingering a gaze, stroking a cheek
holding hands whilst saying the words
the blanket words, that caress shoulders with comfort

like a litter’s runt, I’ve failed to become a wisteria
climbing trellis, pushing through, searching new adventure
clinging, claiming residence, owning the space occupied
peacocking, busting into bloom, shouting inspiration

each failure committed, condemning the world to continuity
bending to wills of self-destruction, perpetuating axis of equilibrium
balancing, many ill-resourced, perfectly against, power wielders
seduced by bought / paid slaverings, repeatedly served

oh how I long not to have failed

failed to stop, discrimination of nations against alternative
torturing souls, bodies and minds, broken and discarded
set adrift from society, the weak ugly side of easy street
pointing twisted fingers at non-conforming

fear cultivated, dividing unity commons, before realisation dawns
manufacturing differences, presented by profiteers
the truth, an inconvenience, awaiting repackaging
I, as you, will not see change, because I, as you, have failed.



My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.

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