PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance - Thursday July 2nd - At Stage 3 Northern Stage. Peaceful Punks - Mightier than swords - Laughing in the face of austerity - Words! ALRIGHT!!! Come and join us for a good old rolicking and stay tuned for more details - Enjoy the new promo! xx
Thursday, 21 May 2015
PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance
PINK LANE: Poetry & Performance - Thursday July 2nd - At Stage 3 Northern Stage. Peaceful Punks - Mightier than swords - Laughing in the face of austerity - Words! ALRIGHT!!! Come and join us for a good old rolicking and stay tuned for more details - Enjoy the new promo! xx
Told You So!
You'll end up in prison.
That's where she's heading,
Good for nothing,
Always in trouble,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Punished,
But done nothin'
All the nothings are exasperated,
The wrongs,
Exaggerated,
Blown up,
Into a shit storm,
Branded.
From birth,
Bad to the bone.
Labeled. Stamped.
So much so,
They cant let it go -
They won't let it go.
Corruption, we'd call it -
Nature vs Nuture,
Trapped in the system,
Of negative behaviour,
Going out of their way,
To trip you up.
When you were in the lead,
Jumping hurdles,
Didn't give up,
Despite the,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Of the family,
Ties,
Genetics that straggle you,
Wreck your insides.
Stood, in your eye lines,
Judging,
Piping up when it suits them,
Not to cheer you on,
Of course,
But to pull you down from your roots,
To string you up,
With the laces of your hard working boots.
To seek revenge,
No! Not revenge,
Just,
Proving a point,
A self fulfilling prophecy,
That you've heard,
Repeated since the day you were born.
Baba Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any soul?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir,
And you know....
It's better off alone!
Good for nothing,
Always in trouble,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Punished,
But done nothin'
All the nothings are exasperated,
The wrongs,
Exaggerated,
Blown up,
Into a shit storm,
Branded.
From birth,
Bad to the bone.
Labeled. Stamped.
So much so,
They cant let it go -
They won't let it go.
Corruption, we'd call it -
Nature vs Nuture,
Trapped in the system,
Of negative behaviour,
Going out of their way,
To trip you up.
When you were in the lead,
Jumping hurdles,
Didn't give up,
Despite the,
Baa Baa Black sheep,
Of the family,
Ties,
Genetics that straggle you,
Wreck your insides.
Stood, in your eye lines,
Judging,
Piping up when it suits them,
Not to cheer you on,
Of course,
But to pull you down from your roots,
To string you up,
With the laces of your hard working boots.
To seek revenge,
No! Not revenge,
Just,
Proving a point,
A self fulfilling prophecy,
That you've heard,
Repeated since the day you were born.
Baba Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any soul?
Yes Sir, Yes Sir,
And you know....
It's better off alone!
Monday, 4 May 2015
On The Chin
Hard, as a rock,
Soft, like marshmallow.
Punches her way through wet paper bags,
Clouds of smoke,
Like being hit in the grid with a feather pillow.
It's not about dishing out the violence,
It's about how you take the blows.
On the chin.
One for the team.
Scraped knees and elbows,
Staggering on the gravel with a broken nose.
I'm not hard,
I just don't know when to stay down.
Like a chav from the olden days.
Easily offended after 4 pints in town.
And my Dad told me so,
'The bigger they are, the harder they fall',
You better put me on my arse pet,
Cause I will come back for more!
See, I don't tire quickly and on that you can sure,
I'll let you pick the battles,
But I'll win the fucking War.
Soft, like marshmallow.
Punches her way through wet paper bags,
Clouds of smoke,
Like being hit in the grid with a feather pillow.
It's not about dishing out the violence,
It's about how you take the blows.
On the chin.
One for the team.
Scraped knees and elbows,
Staggering on the gravel with a broken nose.
I'm not hard,
I just don't know when to stay down.
Like a chav from the olden days.
Easily offended after 4 pints in town.
And my Dad told me so,
'The bigger they are, the harder they fall',
You better put me on my arse pet,
Cause I will come back for more!
See, I don't tire quickly and on that you can sure,
I'll let you pick the battles,
But I'll win the fucking War.
DV
Smacked about,
Kicked,
Spat at,
Punched and slapped.
Almost unconscious,
Given the full,
Whack!
Cracked,
Taunted, her life hijacked,
By a man who claims to love her!
Grabbed by the face,
Guided through to kitchen,
Where the clean knives glisten,
On the draining board,
Her prison.
Praying he can't see them.
Cause in the red mist, he'll grab anything.
Now is not a good time to fight back!
He straggles her, with the same hands that hold her,
Within an inch of her life,
This woman, this woman,
His wife!
And then for good measure,
To prove a point,
To control himself enough not to kill her,
As she gasps for breath,
He trashes the house,
From curtain poles to lamp shades,
Ornaments and picture frames.
Anything he knows that she likes.
That HE PAID FOR.....
"Fat, ugly, whore!"
He's about to go for her again,
But he sees,
Pauses.
Blue lights flash at the window...
An interval -Thank god for the neighbours!
Spat at,
Punched and slapped.
Almost unconscious,
Given the full,
Whack!
Cracked,
Taunted, her life hijacked,
By a man who claims to love her!
Grabbed by the face,
Guided through to kitchen,
Where the clean knives glisten,
On the draining board,
Her prison.
Praying he can't see them.
Cause in the red mist, he'll grab anything.
Now is not a good time to fight back!
He straggles her, with the same hands that hold her,
Within an inch of her life,
This woman, this woman,
His wife!
And then for good measure,
To prove a point,
To control himself enough not to kill her,
As she gasps for breath,
He trashes the house,
From curtain poles to lamp shades,
Ornaments and picture frames.
Anything he knows that she likes.
That HE PAID FOR.....
"Fat, ugly, whore!"
He's about to go for her again,
But he sees,
Pauses.
Blue lights flash at the window...
An interval -Thank god for the neighbours!
She won't press charges,
And it's the coppers this time,
But it'll be an ambulance next.
A headline in the newspaper,
Everyone wondering why she never just left?!
The police check on the bairn,
To make sure she's safe,
Keep him in the kitchen.
Take her to a safe space.
The bairn,
Sleeps soundly through his unprovoked rage,
She takes offence that they needed to check in first place!
Cause the bairns not at risk,
But it's only another couple of years,
Before she has to listen to this,
Stand witness,
To her own Mam being treat like shit!
They move him on.
Can't arrest him.
Drop him off at mates house,
But he'll back,
In the morning.
Admiring the bruises on his own fists.
A real man?
Pissed!
Claiming he can't remember what happened.
To his sexy little bitch,
Go on, go on,
Give us a kiss?
She sits in bits.
Puffy eyed, barely listening,
Exhausted,
Black and blue,
Defeated,
Swollen.
Faining forgiveness.
Half frightened, half lonely
Reduced to half the person her family knew,
Before meeting Tony.
She half wishes he'd killed her,
Cause she feels she has nothing to live for.
Except the bairn,
But it's only a matter of time before the Socials at the door......
She'll be dead one of these days.
And what for?
And it's the coppers this time,
But it'll be an ambulance next.
A headline in the newspaper,
Everyone wondering why she never just left?!
The police check on the bairn,
To make sure she's safe,
Keep him in the kitchen.
Take her to a safe space.
The bairn,
Sleeps soundly through his unprovoked rage,
She takes offence that they needed to check in first place!
Cause the bairns not at risk,
But it's only another couple of years,
Before she has to listen to this,
Stand witness,
To her own Mam being treat like shit!
They move him on.
Can't arrest him.
Drop him off at mates house,
But he'll back,
In the morning.
Admiring the bruises on his own fists.
A real man?
Pissed!
Claiming he can't remember what happened.
To his sexy little bitch,
Go on, go on,
Give us a kiss?
She sits in bits.
Puffy eyed, barely listening,
Exhausted,
Black and blue,
Defeated,
Swollen.
Faining forgiveness.
Half frightened, half lonely
Reduced to half the person her family knew,
Before meeting Tony.
She half wishes he'd killed her,
Cause she feels she has nothing to live for.
Except the bairn,
But it's only a matter of time before the Socials at the door......
She'll be dead one of these days.
And what for?
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