A Darker Soul

By Darren Hobson

A darker soul uncovered and unleashed, some things are best not read due to the delicate and fragile nature of the subjects, forgotten memories, scratches and scars, a journey through childhood from nursery to high school, the torment of going to work for the first time, the obstacle course that is finding a girl and falling in love all of these ingredients make a deep, darker soul!

This indie poet opens the vault that hides his inner soul, he will show you exactly what he is feeling and thinking as well all the mysteries from the past revealed, after you have read this book you will understand totally why this poet has a dark soul.

Another stunning ride of poetry that only this poet can craft and form, the speed and familiar way of the verses makes this a great read and have you begging for more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Feb 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9783739635248

Darren Hobson

Darren Hobson was born in Preston,Lancashire in England and moved to Italy in 1998.Currently living near Rome working for a multinational company. In his spare time he loves traveling to historical cities for inspiration him to write more intense poetry. The poet started submitting his work for inclusion in many anthologies between 1990 and 2009, but with the help of social network sites and self publishing sites he started to publish his own books in 2014.

Book preview

Splatter.

 Nothing changes ever,

More lies everywhere,

Fake stories in the newspaper

Splattered everywhere.

All tiptoeing from an item

Censoring another,

Oppressed into writing fiction,

When the facts are overwhelming

Suffocating,

And the big brass band,

Celebrates your life,

And your careless way of writing,

Journalism has hit a new low,

What is more important?

Is how much makeup you need?

To look good in front of the cameras,

Sensationalism,

Cannibalism,

Eating the truth,

Spewing out heresy,

Breaking news is the way,

Headlines to smash your teeth in,

Misleading the truth,

Cementing the way for higher ratings,

And the curtain call,

You salute your audience with a smile,

Only two seconds ago you were talking cheap,

Laughing at genocide and rape,

You do not care of the victims or their families,

You only care about how much thigh you can show,

Raising the skirts hem a little higher,

Highlights to be shown on the web,

And the big brass band,

Is thumping out a new tune,

Which is the same old music,

Humming the same old news,

Make a name for yourself,

Splatter it everywhere,

You will gain followers on Twitter,

With your perfect dyed blond hair,

With your push up bra to push up ratings,

Your flirty innuendos with a religious leader,

Forget your facts and fluffing your lines,

While last night you was snorting trails,

It must be hard work being an asshole,

A television presenter without a soul,

With no heart or anything inside,

Until you get back to your hotel that is,

You have spread your legs so often,

Twice as much as you have spread lies,

But only satisfied when there is an earthquake,

So you can return to the front line,

With your sick smile amidst collapsed buildings,

Checking your make up near to lifeless bodies,

Scratching your wrinkled ass before the homeless children,

How can you get away with this?

And the big brass band marches on,

And tramples over another crime scene,

Caught in the act, laughing at the news feed,

Heartless bitch so pristine and obscene,

And this news just in,

Our news reader lady friend has just hit thirty,

Too old and too out of date,

We have another willing victim,

Reading in the wings,

Ready to become a news whore,

We have an update and a quick flash,

You could say it was a wardrobe malfunction,

But her quick flash of her knickers,

Got the YouTube profile moving,

And the whole nation wants more,

We will bring you updates as they happen,

I am sure you will stick with us,

As you know the sky’s the limit,

And we are vultures scavenging in the dust,

Now to the weather,

With the delightful Fiona…

Motherfucker.

 I could be delightful,

I could be rampant,

I could be artistic,

But generally,

I’m a motherfucker,

I could be anything,

I could be sometimes,

I could be if I was bothered,

Not this time,

It rained today,

Rained hard,

Downpour,

Cats and dogs,

Water everywhere,

Forming in the potholes,

On all of the roads,

I went out after the storm,

Didn’t want to get my feet wet,

I now stand before a puddle,

Saw my reflection,

I saw the motherfucker,

That is me!

I could do better, I know I can,

I could be better, if I ran,

I could see better if I could see,

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