Head Stone

Head Stone

written by: SMiles

@stephenmiles2

We like what we like
who we like, when and where we like it
no need to appease
nor realm with which to reside our affection

it’s a costless, free will world
democratically democratic, presided over
without distinction, favour to faction
a classless caring society of life form human

protector to any, loving all with equal equality
insect lava and elephants roaming Savannahs
equatorial jungles, Manhattans urban sprawl
myths gainfully employed, gathering no moss
streams of communication, feline nine tail whipped

monopolised, controlled, made into profit
a continuity of infiltration, persistently thwarting
surreptitiously streaming perceptions, of thought freedom
hijacked, repacked and sold back

promoting the washing of brains
an appeasement, subduing the mass machine
without bobbles or hitches, smooth as a silk
perusing continuation of dominance

taxes up, taxes down, insurrections abated
selling today, the planet craves carbon
anaerobic decompositions 650,000,000 year old
a vote winner, sold to the gullible

like bulls lead round fields, the ring through the nose
fed cud, gleefully swallowed, digested and discarded
defecating our own home with the emissions
a fertiliser purchase, concealing cost of deferred payment

spending a spree, funded by the house sale
provisionally postponed until the funeral arrangement
no wake mourners to listen to the beat surrender fanfare
the head stone reading, nodded when should have shook.

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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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