The child from Perú is feeble and shy He hangs back behind with a tear in his eye His father is busy his mum doesn't care He trudges along with grease in his hair The child from Peru just wants to be loved To be nurtured and cared for and free like a dove His... Continue Reading →
The Little Boy From Syria
The little boy from Syria was easy to please Death blood and bodies he was used to seeing, His country is war torn, unstable and poor His life is just misery from the Western War They say they are helping, they are fighting for peace, But who’s peace are they making as they shoot missiles... Continue Reading →
La Mina De Argentina
La mina de Argentina es linda y generosa, Es libre y alegre como si fuese mariposa. Sus sueños son grandes pero siempre reales, Sus esfuerzos y motivación los hacen logrables. La mina de Argentina siempre ha trabajado duro, Para superar a sus problemas y sentimientos impuros. Su gentileza atrajo a hijos de puta, Que abusaron... Continue Reading →
The Old Man from Belfast
The Old Man from Belfast was callous but wise Fear death and loathing had been seen with those eyes He’d grown up in Belfast through the chaos and dismay Until one dark morning he joined the IRA The Old Man from Belfast had been taught to hate The British for their treatment and the sealing... Continue Reading →
The Girl From Moscow
The girl from Moscow was a troubled child, Through crack and heroin her childhood was wild. She lived in squats hustling for dough, Her childhood was painful, cold and slow. The girl from Moscow broke free from this life, She fought off her demons, her troubles, her vice. She fled from the city from the... Continue Reading →
The Ballad of John Doe
Twas on a fateful winter morn Young John began his day No longer could he stay asleep In the corner where he lay Two years had passed since he arrived In the city where dreams are made Little did he know back then His path would soon be laid A happy chap with lots of... Continue Reading →
Everyone’s Fucked
Everyone's fucked in their own version of reality, I say this dramatically because it's a total calamity, we're stuck in a trauma and victim mentality, struggling to embrace our true personality. But the funny thing about personality is that it's our personal reality, made-up of our beliefs in all their totality, see we´re all born... Continue Reading →
Overthinking
Racing thoughts from nought to one hundred, Its no wonder you´re stressed and depressed Cos there´s no rest for the brain on the bullet train with pain as the final destination. But you don’t have to wait for that station, Cos theres plenty of stops on the way and alternative locations to stay in. No... Continue Reading →
#10 – Ramblings of a Spoken Word Artist with Beckie Stewart
Todays guest is Beckie Stewart. Beckie is a renowned spoken word Artist and writer in the Barcelona performance scene having been published as well as winning multiple competitions. She is also a Childrens Yoga Teacher, a Swedish Masseuse and an outspoken critic of Capitalism. Her performances are often intense, gritty and captivating and with an... Continue Reading →
Where´s The Food At?
How the hell are we supposed to feed ourselves with shelves stacked high with shiny products and new concoctions from the large conglomerates. It's an abomination in this nation that just wants to feed itself with real food grown in the ground in the local town, with farmers treated right and paid a fair price... Continue Reading →