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I didn't come here
For a fuck
Or a fight
I came to write
I didn't turn up with attitude
Nor shall I go down without
Having had something to say
I didn't come here
And kept coming back
For the love of "anyone"
And no false "Gods"
I didn't come here to get sucked
Or fucked
Or imagine Santa was the real deal
I didn't come here
To sanction your exasperation
But I came back here
To listen to "you" that told the tale wisely
So - I - In turn
Could learn from you
And promise to pay back
Every scar and sunbeam I ever earned
From your tales of back to front
Dick and cunt
Sunbeam motorcade and scythe
I did'nt come here
For love or money
The "sunny - side - uppers"
The wasted that sell off our brain
In daisychains of selfless sadness
Punted to our species
Till you know what they tell you is Lies
But you happily gorge
On
It
"Your New Self - Belief Program"
I didn't come here
To slit myself on roses thorns
Or "flowers"
Not dick, ass or pussy
Or excuses
I came to write
On "all" poetry
Including
All its false
denominations and shrivelled intellect
The calighraphy of those who can use words like bullets
And channel "them that who would be"
Into stars
I did'nt come here
To hear you were going to slit your wrists
In celebrated fashion
"Sigh" bleed on then - be a statistic"
I didn't come here
To talk
I came to "Listen"
And learn how to "Speak"
And if enough of us speak
Eventually our voices will be heard
And if you don't speak
You will die insignificant
Knowing as as poet - you never passed the test
And we will judge you
The ones that fell
The ones that compromised
You were never true poets
The ones that fall in numbers
Throughout the ages
And drive us on the living
We are the worthy
The true poets
And..to be part of them
There is no recruitment
You will know
When you are "One"
Just show your scars at the door
Bleed for your race
Survive the suffering
Use that brain
Make a fucking DIFFERENCE
Then your "IN"
(It's how we beat death)
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© James Alan Gourley 2019. All rights reserved.