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no one knows

  no one knows who did it the storm struck lightning as usual i was on hand to pick up the pieces but some whip up bad blood for so long i've been caught up a succession of left jabs & a right hook i am concussed again my face inside the mothers of bulldogs lions & snakes trauma counselling who would be one? it started at two the Troubles raged heavy lacerating deep within my toddler soul come to me darling though my breath smells of wine & cigarettes two wabi sabi repaired cups slow dancing as our coals blush turning the lamp down low at last i cracked whisper like Etta after 55 years no longer guilt no longer shame no longer numb sanity through madness punchdrunk blind finally a man & a woman don't be scared i'm not
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radio poem

  the good people of england play fierce dance music big up First Nations brother xx must come from the heart love u ur sic kunt Eireann lover brother  malachi xx -- Go Millwall 🤣❤️ Malachi  always Lewisham the ends  good people an Englishman gave up his bed for me here's to ur people's METTLE xx I love Malcolm X I love Sophie Ellis Bextor 🤣❤️🫶🐎🦅🧶🪡☘️💫🐶 I don't give a fuck I wen't to Stonehenge when you could still get inside Love the tunes Malachi xx 3rd bottle of wine Happy xx Groovejet is a banger seen? Malachi Feelin 24 hour party people Malachi I met someone beautiful 🤫 London's amazing. I almost never came home xx Malachi Follower of William Blake xx Best modern music in the world My name's Malachi Doyle Eireann blah blah emotion sure, but my beloved mother was Maureen Warburton. You've got this. I need spliff 🤦‍♂️ Build it here Wurundjeri. Poem end xx Love Man i could spit wicked bars over this like Scratch xx It's my riddim 🙏

Beethoven

  Beethoven how can i work with u on my mind i just wanna enter needs us open  you deep  deeply truly madly but that time has it days  weeks & i won't see u again till we said when i can apparently wait  it's what people do  when will i be we  be us all  two into the tree climbers of one with roots so nose back to the grindstone & up  lift a world of hurting peoples betrayed by their leaders  fatherless  reaching out for something on the wind -- brushing off the detritus & the dust now, i am an elder  but  for u i am a teenage boy yelled at & beaten by his school masters for daydreaming of escaping the classroom's confines to dance the most ecstatic dance of all -- with u  immortal beloved woman on my mind Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

destiny

  destiny it's destiny now: one coat of arms made of disparate independent & interdependent threads true diversity & unity against the bullshit at times we diverge at times converge love not hate universal siblings each unique the person we are the peoples we are the people mother earth's children family

Crash landing + "Talk"?

  Crash landing   I suddenly fell thousands of years old That black dog of vulnerability I am a melting slow flake In silence Of your mysterious contemplation   Maybe afterall That 6 year old Is beating up on me when I was 5   & I reminded you of your own similar   I wanna build you up Not tear you down       Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.   “Talk”?   “Talk”? She said   About what?!   & yeah I like to talk//     Think before I speak?   What the fuck?   I stew then I spew Right?   I don’t divide things up into categories Of CAN say & CAN’T say   What?   Talk!   Words!   Mouthfuls of air!//     Great   Now just say something that doesn’t sound like you’ve said it before   What are ideas   To a poet?   Boxes ...