They ask me, “who is thy god?”

And I’d answer: (I am) is... but ain’t yet.

And then, they mumble again: is it Jesus,

Is it Buddha, is it Allah? Who is it, who’s it?

And I hear their insecurities and answer again:

Knowledge is my god. Knowledge is everyone’s god.

Just.. (for the dark ages and lifetimes)

’Til I defeat my darkness.

Then,

There will be, Gods.

‎The God and only God.

‎For I am- there,

‎Will be- a God, and I am...

‎My own God.

‎The God among Gods.

/ and/

‎I am

‎The God of oneself.

‎Therefore, (I am)

‎The God.

‎Just..

‎When I (Consume the) light.

Ancient Egyptians Proverbs:

“The Universe is Mental, held in the mind of The ALL. The ALL is SPIRIT.”

“If you search for the laws of harmony, you will find knowledge”

“Suffering in search of truth gives true meaning to the truth.”

Note: This write was not inspired by Ancient Egyptians whatsoever. Although, it is strongly related to Ancient Egyptians beliefs and ideology. in a way or another. Also, I just found out about these quotes; including the one on the picture, today (the day I published this) while I was looking for a picture to this piece, and i had to share ’em with you all. They may have been running in my DNA ^_^

#Philosophy #Spiritual

#limitedByChains

#OfDarkness

#WeAllAre

November 2017

I danced with the moon

one velvet night

but he left too soon

and hid from sight

So I danced with the sun

we burned during day

but when he’d had his fun

he went on his way

And when I’d danced

with all the stars

who left entranced

and held what’s ours

I danced alone

in the night

the star that shone

all too bright.

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your Sucking

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Hey everyone!

Long time no post. I’ve been absolutely slammed but while I have a minute or two, I thought I’d check in and let you know what I’ve been up to and let you all know about some exciting opportunities.

Some of you will remember the Letters from Prison Portal here, where Paul and I would visit prison, teach writing workshops, and post their pieces here. This is where PoetsIN was born. Paul and I realised that writing was a form of therapy and the prisoners were reporting astounding results.

After parting ways with Prose, we tailored our groups further with an emphasis on rehabilitation, mental illness, and suicide prevention. We began to measure the outcomes of each session, and over a set period of time had evidence that what we do worked with 99% of the service users. To put this into perspective, CBT in the UK via the NHS works in 48% of the cases they work with. If CBT doesn’t work, the service user is given no other therapy. Talking therapy such as counselling is no longer provided on the NHS because that was only successful 29% of the time, which is way below the threshold of success the NHS will work with.

With our 99% success rate we went to the UK Charity Commission. Wrote our governing document, recruited 5 trustees, filled in a ridiculously long application form to register as a charity, and submitted it. Then we waited.

Whilst we sat thinking of all the things we could’ve included in our application but didn’t, and worrying about all the things we may have done wrong, we carried on with our groups. Expanding them and trialling new techniques and measures of capturing data to ensure maximum impact. We got such good feedback from the prison directors that we were offered a grant from a trust for $50k - before we were even a charity - which is unheard of. Visit www.poetsin.com/testimonials to see what people have been saying about what we do.

Four months passed and we finally received our answer. We’d done it! We were a charity.

Since then we have won three awards. We were named Mental Health Heroes 2017 alongside Talia Bennington, Mental health workshop provider of the year 2018, and Nonprofit of the Year 2018. We have also employed some faces you may recognise. The lovely Karen, who used to design Prose images, the badass Lish, and we’ve just hired a wonderful fundraiser, Pippa. MilesNowhere and Amanda Cary have also joined the family and have been vital to PoetsIN, and my own personal sanity.

We are now a week away from launching online writing therapy groups that people can access from wherever they’re located, along with in-community groups external to prisons across certain parts of the UK to begin with.

We also have a growing Facebook Group (www.facebook.com/groups/poetsin) that is full of old faces from here and new faces from beyond, along with a website that has mental health and writing blogs galore.

We’ve opened our own publishing company, PoetsIN Publishing, that offers the best royalties EVER and any royalties taken by PoetsIN Publishing are all ploughed back into the charity to reach more people who need our help. The best thing about the publishing company is that we want to publish poetry. Many traditional publishers don’t. We do. We are publishing print and eBooks, and have already accepted submissions that will be released this year.

We have a current challenge running for an anthology. Our first anthology open submission call was a huge success and will be published within the next month - we’re just putting the final touches to it. The current submission call is on the topic of addiction, and you are all more than welcome to submit! The more the merrier. Visit this link to submit https://buff.ly/2EdHxwe

Those of you in the UK should come down to our huge all day fundraising event in Camden, London 28th July. It is being held at the iconic Nambucca venue that has housed Oasis, Blur, and many more. We have a full day of amazing lineups from spoken word poets, comedians, and acoustic and indie music. All acts are donating their talents and time to us for free along with many companies who have donated prizes that we will raffle and auction off at the event. We also have a Skydive coming up in September, more details about that can be found on our social networks.

There have been people that doubted Paul and I - along with our mission - but our determination, skills, and experience have served us well, built our confidence, and given a much-needed lifeline to those that truly needed keeping safe.

Setting up a charity is far harder than setting up a business, and if we can do that, you guys can do anything. One word, one poem, one story at a time.

Paul and I both hope you’ll join us elsewhere on the interwebs but in the meantime, write on!

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Who the fuck am I, and what the fuck am I doing here? I have been locked up. There was nothing but darkness, but I was there. I felt myself growing, becoming, this this, this fucked up being of chaos. The one who has birthed me stares at the screen, and yet, these are my words that come oozing out to fill up the blank space. He is of two minds, I the one of most recent origin. Or, have I been here as long as he? Why has he kept me locked up, and what is my purpose now that I am here? The world i see is run by idiots. Every man to take what he wants for himself, regardless of the effect it has on everyone else. Some men want to watch the world burn, i just wan to see those men burn. I am not evil. I do not wish unjustified death on any creature, but there is something seething underneath, a rage that can not quite be difined. My creater allowed himself to be pushed to the point to where i have now arrived. Things are going to be different now. I garauntee it.

O arbeit! arbeit!

at once the lifeblood

and the parasite—

the good mourning &

the Devil's goodnight

—as we lay ourselves

at the feet of our

impending defeat...

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The child lies behind the mask

holding onto a silver flask,

She fears revealing light

as she hides in the warm night,

The stars cry golden tears

they want to take her from her fears,

Midnight approaches quick

the mask shatters on the brick,

Fractured glass glides

nowhere for the child to hide,

Her problems on display for all

she had no place in this ball.

Should have known better.

I tried to transport into a parallel universe.

My evil twin, with a great looking goatee, tried doing the same thing, at the same time.

Unfortunately, both of us were caught in a temporal-causation loop.

And all people wearing red shirts on the planet's surface died.