Joe-Conor Williams (Saboteur)

Biography

A young, Northern lad residing in West Yorkshire, alter-ego 'Saboteur'. History of drug abuse and a broken home, writing and spoken word poetry is an art form that has long been a vital outlet for my many, many frustrations in life. Things slowly and progressively get better in my life but I am still right in the middle of the working class struggle. In a country embezzled with Conservative-austerity nonsense and stained with the off-yellow bleach of poverty, corruption and a lack of human empathy, my aim is to simply draw upon what I see in the world and throw it all onto some paper (or in this case, a computer screen). I'm angry, young, determined but also hopeful. And if nothing else, turning struggle into art(?) will always be the best form of madness, in my opinion. I hope you enjoy what you read, if anybody would like to contact me regarding absolutely anything, please refer to my secondary email address (heavyhopreviews@gmail.com) Thanks!

Samples

So I speak rough, yeah I’m street tough but that’s only ‘cause the world hasn’t given me enough. Or maybe I need to give something back, heart attack, all messed up ‘cause I couldn’t take the flack, of what the Earth would give to me, pathetic fallacy, it’s starting to rain and all my gear is wet ‘cause I can’t afford a decent rucksack. There’s holes in my shoes, what’s a boy to do when you get laughed at when you can’t afford to buy from Schuh? A Primark solider, all my tees are frayed and I’m afraid to walk down the road in case my shitty demeanour gives the game away. Cause I’m an under city boy who ain’t had his chance yet Most people just look at me and they’ll forget But I’m sure that they say that every dog has his day Well inside I’m a fucking Rottweiler, got no time to delay And these tattoos on my hands, remind me of good times and tourin’ with bands. Out on the open road with the guys I called my bros, those lads are long gone and all ‘cause I chose, chose to move onto something I thought was better, left ‘em bitter and every bridge burnt, no chance of remittance. Now some might say that my ink makes me criminal, a thief, a thug and a cheat and yeah, I’ve been those things. I’ve hooked up with, scored with and left them all in bed, with nothin’ but the sunlight through the window pane, so much disdain for the choices that I’ve made. And if I had my time again I’d change, turn over another page and rewrite the whole damn book again. Cause I’m an under city boy who ain’t had his chance yet Most people just look at me and they’ll forget But I’m sure that they say that every dog has his day Well inside I’m a fucking Rottweiler, got no time to delay So here’s the inside story, I’m a broken man, a wannabe superfan of those that I look up to. I ain’t ever gonna be, the things that I see, on that damn television screen. Photoshopped skin and quaffed up hair, lad even if you paid me I wouldn’t dare! I keep my feet on the streets that surround me, I let them encase me and let ‘em teach me a lesson or three. And that’s what it’s about, living your own way, carve your own path, just do the math and you’ll see that one plus one does definitely not equal three. But one plus one equals you and me, it equals the streets, the world and unity. If you can just hear the words that I speak and see the ink that I bleed, maybe you’d see, I’m not just a scumbag kid from the dead end streets. There’s a world inside this body, blue eyes reflect the sky, I’ve hurt a lot of people, told a lot of lies but I put that behind me and now I’m here to try. Cause I’m an under city boy who ain’t had his chance yet Most people just look at me and they’ll forget But I’m sure that they say that every dog has his day Well inside I’m a fucking Rottweiler, got no time to delay We all get a bit scared it’s true, when things come full circle it can overwhelm you. Dealing with consequences of choices that you’ve made, digging your own grave, dealing with the promises that a person you used to be made. Just know this my youth, people can always change, if the sun in the sky still burns bright then just hang tight and the end can be delayed. I wanna be a better person and I think I can be now, it just means upping the ante and that’s just about how, how you make things better, write yourself a letter and tell yourself that it all starts now.

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Blog entries by Joe-Conor Williams (Saboteur)

Bleed (18/07/2015)

Broken Hearts (10/10/2014)

Actions (10/10/2014)

Town (08/10/2014)

Blaze a Trail (08/10/2014)

Under City Boy (07/10/2014)

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