Stephen Yaxley-Lennon AKA Tommy Robinson Since Elon Musk has shone a bright light on the evils of the Pakistani child trafficking rape gangs here in England, the world is talking… The name Tommy Robinson is being spoke of a lot. Racist, liar, bigot, Islamaphobe, a man of hate – who clearly is hated. Hated byContinue reading “Love Not Hate”
Category Archives: Prison
a desert turn green
I saw a desert turn green.But no letters today, and the phone rang out.I picked up a pen so I did not scream.I made it rhyme, so I would not shout.I looked out the window in the night,as she left me in a dream.I could see things clear from the moonlightI saw a desert turnContinue reading “a desert turn green”
What the Hell?
A criminal in his cell. With a T.V and radio, what the hell? Three meals a day A library down the hall, A fully kitted gym Even football. Enough to keep him going untill his thoughts get too much, Can’t express his fellings Craves that human touch. He’s lost in his memories but forgets herContinue reading “What the Hell?”
The Letter
With each word I drift away into a new world and a brighter day. With these liberating moments I’m rid of this place. Lost in my thoughts where we are always face to face. In this regretful existence each of your words are a solace. You have me counting days, I’ll have you I promise.Continue reading “The Letter”
Cul-de-Sac
Why still so much to proove? He smiles, plotting his next move. With one more sniff in the darkness I’m enlightened to your deceit. ‘sweet dreams are made of these’. she selling her moves. I’m accepting my defeat. It burns down the throat, delights in the bloodstream. Tonight, I yield to your dream. Trying toContinue reading “Cul-de-Sac”
My Condemnent
Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air. It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared. For this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word. I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”
Exile
It’s just there, yet so far will it listen once? How many times can you pray upon a star? Will they exile me to an unknown land? With just the company of a busker hand in hand. In a search for love, in a search for treasure exile me from all of this pressure.
Pretty green
The pretty green’s in flames, and i’ve just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can’t all be Rock ‘N’ Roll stars, so i’m blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.
Social distance
I sit back and laze peacefully listening to Dylan, swiverling on my comfy chair. I close my eyes and life is fair. I open to a gap in the blinds sun beaming through, I see dust floating, delicate like you. I care not for anything, a break in the music and the mood takes aContinue reading “Social distance”
Liberate me
Shrouded in the smoke. On It’s silver cloud I wish to float away though here I’m succumbed nothing free, not he, not me, So stroke my heart and help me fight, as I lose the light from the dark of night liberate me from this state of mind liberate me from this place in time.
Smith Shine Poetry 