The Fable Of Vince Cable

So while Jeremy Corbyn
Wants No Deal off the table
Will voters of Twickenham
Take the seat off Vince Cable
His support for the Tories
Is making the country unstable
Your MP is a May supporter
Do you want that as your label

In Solidarity We Stand

False accusations
Thrown about like confetti
I’m a celebrity
Lest you forget me
Accused of racism
Anti-Semtism and more
As our belief is equality
It’s everything we abhor
Attack with impunity
With consequences ignored
The vulnerable are game
Their arguments are flawed
Arrogant and poisonous
A disease out of hand
We have the vaccination
In solidarity we stand

If I Breathe

If I breathe
You seethe
Hold my breath
You are deaf
Say my words
Go unheard
Why go on
I am no one

Boring, Boring Piers

It seems Piers Morgan
Is missing a vital organ
A voice without a brain
Talks more shit than a drain
Thinking he is something
In reality he is a nothing
Over paid and over rated
His dad should have masturbated
On the day he was conceived
Then we’d all be relieved
Of his constant moan and bore
Let’s show Piers out the door

Put The Z’ed List To Bed List

Tracy Oberman
Barks orders like a Doberman
Rachel Riley
Joins in the dog piley
David Baddiel
Blacks up for real
Eddie Marsan
A pain in the arse son
Frances Barber
Her fame she harbours
Alan Sugar
Yet another
Fame gone to their heads
Should retire to their beds

Truth Hurts

I write about suffering, hurt, pain, death and suicidal thoughts, because that is what and who I am about. It is me, I cannot pretend to be anything different. So being told on numerous occasions by publishers that no one would want to read about or be interested in this kind of lifestyle, means no one would be interested in me. That is like saying being ill and having mental health issues is irrelevant or uninteresting or not worthy of being talked or written about. Well I guess it goes prove I am not worthy of being in any shape or form then. Only goes to confirm my own convictions.

Maybe I could write about fantasy and non factual aspects of life, become the next Potter author, create wizards, witches, magic and weird creatures. I just believe that sometimes the truth is more scary, more fantastic and more informative than fiction. I do not hide behind myths and fantasies, life and death is real enough and will happen regardless of how much happiness or sadness our lives go through. Honesty about life is as magical, but in a more informative approach to health issues, than pretend, happy ending and all is well with the world fiction. We do all pass away in the end, no happy ending there. We all achieve and get to that point in many ways, self inflicted or external pressure and control outside our own minds. The journey is many and varied. The final destination is the same.

Happy New Year, Really?

2018/19 New Year, New Nothing

2 (Two) The amount of people missing from my life that cannot come back into it. Mum and Dad. Also the people still in my life that mean the world to me, and they show they love and care for me. Tara and Rebecca.
0 (Zero) The number of family members that have shown care, respect or enquired about my wellbeing. Also how much support from those closest to me, other than Tara and Rebecca, I have received. I have received more support from my Twitter Socialist friends than even my own family.
1 (One) The one person I miss most who is not in my life. Mason. My one and only Grandson and I am not able to be a loving Grandparent to.
8 (Eight) Or Hate, the people that must hate my existence, such as Daniel, Natalie, Ian and Gary to name but a few. Finally 8, the last year of the 2010’s that I will ever be a burden to anyone. Or ever exist.

Darren Sunderland

Drone On

I wandered lonely as a drone
Over Gatwick Airport all alone
While passengers complain and moan
Kept from holidays or returning home
Cancel all flights and call out the army
Spokesman for government talking smarmy
While passengers are going barmy
The mainsteam media react not so calmly
Over reactions and false alerts
All the while the country still hurts
While passengers sample Brexits worst
Conspiracy theorists begin their work

The Miracle Of Christmas No More

So December nears it’s end, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day have all passed. Hooray for a New Year to come, a new you, resolutions and all that. For many this all is the vision of Christmas and beyond, all full of love and hope for the future. For others, including myself, these days of the year are no different to any other in there appearance in life. Yes there is more intensity on these days, the pressure to conform, be happy and all that peace to all men stuff. Yet I actually wish good health, peace and happiness to everyone every single day of the year, I just cannot see that approach to my own life. The intensity of Christmas brings it to the fore, but every day either side is equally as painful and heartbreaking. What held my heart and love to ransom in the prior days of 2018 and before, are still, in the grand scheme of things, lurking with intent all the time. Not one solitary moment of any day passes that I do not miss the reason for my being, my blood life, my heart beat. That person is not around to give life to this soulless being. Deprived of the food of life, by persons intent on the eventual demise of myself, through a long, slow and painful death. Just one moment of wishful thinking or glimmer of hope, a moment of time allowed in the company of the presence of the person who can breathe life into me, but no. Beyond my control, I am being controlled into this situation by heartless people, and if they can be heartless with pleasure across their faces, it shows an evil cruelty that should be removed from their personality. To be allowed to do this, and still carry on a pretence of loving parents, to young and vulnerable children drives me even more speedily into despair. I admit my despair, I admit my pain, I admit I am dying of a love defying life. Will anyone admit they are complicit in the ongoing situation. They cannot cure me, a cure is not available, but a supportive remedial option is available to certain people I know, yet they choose to ignore and abuse this opportunity to help me. I have tried, I have failed, I need support, I need help. I am asking, but no one is listening.

Darren Sunderland

Christmas Day 2018

Christmas Day 2018 The End

I remember December Eighty Five
As the last time I felt alive
December Two Thousand and Two
The time my world finally fell through
Two different eras it is true
The first Christmases spent without you
Now it’s December Two Thousand Eighteen
Another Yuletide what should have been
The cruelty of a son and his wife
Decides it’s time I ended my life
Deny my hope and love for a child
My heart and life they both defiled