The Ramblings of a Madman - Gavin Paul Carter

8/14/2019 The Ramblings of a Madman - Gavin Paul Carter

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The Ramblings of a madman

They said he talked in poetryA man so old he could not see

His eyes were shut his skin was grey

And on a narrow bed he lay.His arms were fastened to his chest

Belts of leather hooked to a vestThat bound him lifeless and so stillRestricting movement and free will.

I sat beside him on a chair,And brushed my fingers through his hair.

His voice was frail but his thoughts were clearAnd he spoke in poetry his words to hear.

He gave no name and was old like time,And I wrote the words he spoke in rhyme.

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Love. Passion, LossOld age and Rebirth

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The Wardrobe

As a young childI used to have nightmares

A dark silhouette on the curtain

Or an uncertain soundOften woke me with a start

My heart pounding as I listened in the darkThe wardrobe in my room

Stood tall and whiteFull of toys and books for boys

But at night it glowedAs the moonlight shone through the window

And cast an eerie shadow across its surfaceMany times I hid my face

Beneath the covers on my bed

Placed my head below the pillowCurled into a ball

Closed my mind from the monster by the wallSometimes the floorboards creaked

With staring eyes I would wake and screamA beam of glaring light would sweep beneath

My bedroom doorJust before my father would creep in

Awoken by the dinTo scare away any uninvited guest

Lighting up the night and closing out the gloom

Scaring off the pest who lived inside my roomFather always took me by the hand

With a smile, a sigh he would always understandIt is just a dream, go back to sleep

The goblins they have gone awayReassured I would lay back down to sleep

Close my eyes keep them tightly shutWise to the truth no creatures

Lived beneath this roofIn the morning

Bleary eyed and yawning

The monsters would be gone

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Love

What is love? True love cannot be seenOnly glanced between the gentle stare of lovers eyes

Love is honesty, never lies

Love is caring for each otherSharing everything we know

Is the only way to make love growLove is eternal never dies

Love is seeing cloudless skiesLove keeps us warm when the days grow cold

And keeps us young as we grow oldLove sleeps in each heart and waits to be woken

Touches the soul when true love is spokenThe time will come when we must part

Only love alone will mend the broken heart

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Visions

In life we love and live againLose the souls that cause us pain

In death we fail and breathe our last

Forget the history of our pastWe seek to find the guiding mind

To escape the world in which confinedWe seek to choose a path to followUnaware of what will come tomorrow

We love we lose and cut the threadNot sure of life perhaps were dead

Sometimes no path in life to followAll doors will close if we ignore tomorrow

We seek to find and never knowOnly love alone can make us grow

In time each failing light will needThe strongest soul that grows the seed

That links the past that makes todayThe only route that leads the way

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Goddess

Together even when apartYour warmth forever in my heartA gentle touch and warm caress

Are much more than a kiss can blessWhen our bodies are as one

It is as if our lives have neer begunYour lips that gently touch my skin

Cannot surely be a sin?As this is our love and love must do

The kiss that is tendered must be trueThere is no lie, no lie to tell

No woman fallen only two that fellOur guilt that is given will not pass blame

On you, or I, or any name

I need you in my companyBut what will happen, is what must be

In time the walls will fall awayAnd you will be free, but I will stay

A memory of love that we both once hadOf a love no finer, but a love so sad

Better to have loved and been given that chanceBut the love in my eyes was no brief glance

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Rainbow Butterfly

Spirits of the meadows

Spirits of the meadows are dancing through the trees

Romancing fields of buttercups and blowing falling leavesReaching for the heavens drawing light down from the sun

Soaring through the shadows now the new dawn has begunFlowing in the fountains they sweep down tumbling streams

Rolling through the mountain valleys planting naturesseeds

White beads upon a snowdrop enchanting in the rainSoak the silken spiders webs where the spinners have

domainNaked in a forest beneath a giant oak

Covered in a cloak of flowers the milk white maiden woke

Butterflies descended like blossoms on the windTumbling down to rest upon her delicate crystal skin

Whereupon her naked figure like dew fall from the skyThere rested many sun beamed colours of the Rainbow

ButterflyAll silky in their splendour all colours they did glow

And rendered her into a sleep that lovers only knowAs she lay so still her ruby lips did slowly partAnd her pale white tender skin did breathe through

burning heart

Yearning for the kiss of a lover she once knewPraying for his loving touch in hope that dreams come

trueStreams of perspiration upon her body swept

And beads like broken diamonds upon her forehead weptAnd tumbled slowly down in a waterfall of tears

As she remembered torrid memories of passion through theyears.

The spirits of the meadows are dancing through the treesRomancing hearts and buttercups and caressing falling

leavesPouring raindrops from the heavens drawing rainbows in

the sunSoaring through the meadows now the new dawn has begun.

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Silent

Silence speaks the truthWe cannot bear to hearWhen years have passed

And nothings left to shareSilent partners who once

As lovers could not break their stareLook beyond their lives

A couple cannot hide the truthWhen conversation dies

Or wake the love thats lost insideThrough lies

A bitter wine is pouredTime does not renew that vintage vowAnd love it takes a final actors bow

Breaks in twoThe curtain call falls on yet another stage of life

The fairytale signed upon the poisoned pageDoes end in paper cutting like a knife

Through photos sadly keptSwept into a box

Sealed without the heartWhich without the key

Now firmly locksAnd falls apart

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The Ginn

She was not cheap that pretty girlHer dark hair hanging in a twisted curl

Eyes as black as winter shades

No summer in this heart that fadesFrom decent dreams of love not lies

To fickle thoughts that binds and tiesA heart within a web of pain

And at that root a secret shame

Forgotten not the time that pastShared love is lost and did not last

For depths in shallows cannot beAnd guilt inside we cannot see

To hideaway within the mind

Is a place where poisons we will find

A curse is given and blessed in hellWhere passions grow and lies we tell

Twisted by the devils tongueWe sing of love but the song is sung

Words that hang on painted lipsFall in falsehoods and in quips

That only fools would blind believeWhen a heart is worn upon a sleeve

A sirens song echoed in the nightA beaming smile, a burning light

But no heart did beat beneath the breastAnd only poisoned love infest

The soul of one who lived and diedFor that honest love that grew inside.

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The Deceiver

Dark haired ginnThe great deceiver

Only a fool would blind believe her

Leaching desireCold eyes of dark fire

Shes haunted by weaknessThat adds to her bleakness

Faithless and callousA heart filled with malice

A thief and a liarWith shallow desire

Spun webs like a spiderSo you could not deride her

A trickster a victim

A lady of dark sinA hidden agenda

Do not defend her

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The Death of Love

She tore a gaping hole in meShaped my heart internally

Blackened by a darkened shell

My heart was shattered when I fell.Belief in love has little wonder,

When the pain of it does rent asunderThose nave dreams of yesterday,

That leaves a grave beneath to layMy weary head,

And wish to God that I were dead.

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The meat upon the slab

Forsaken love for another tasteOf human flesh and adult waste

I live a life that dwells in skin

I have no sense of mortal sinWithin my soul I feel disgracedA heart degraded and misplaced

For what I was, I never knewAnd what I am cannot be true

I had a heart that loved and longedBut in my mind I know Im wronged

Worthless, soulless and bound for dirtForgotten pain and swallowed hurt

Shared love is lost within a dreamOf passion sought to extreme

To escape the past, my broken worldFrom which unbound I was hurled

No god of wisdom can dwell insideFor love I lived and for love I died

Honest dreams forgot their placeAnd led me to a godless face

I see dull eyes look back at meAnd in that stare I cannot seeThe man I once believed I was

He is gone and all becauseI chose a dream and had such hope

But it swings above like a hangmans ropeI have no faith I dream no more

Bitterness lurks within the coreMy mind is numb and empties still

And in my thoughts I want to killAll thoughts of love and honesty

Only passion now will set me freeBut the past is lost, a ghost in flightThat leads me through an endless night

No torch is lit but the fire burnsAnd no love is given to this heart that yearns.

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Time

There is something graceful about old age,The lines that valley through the skin

When a cheerful grin is formed

Like the turning of a pageYou will see the image change

With every passing year,Something forms that does endear

A natural beauty is enhancedBut not always glanced above the surface

But deep belowAn inner glow

That burns and yearns for its releaseAs the old become content, so tranquil and at peace

They request respect an honour they deserve

And as the younger generation that right we must observeFor one day soon, every one will take their place,

Share the natural grace of age,While they close the book

We will turn the page.

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Keep Taking the Tablets

They filled her up like a pharmacyMore pills than Boots

Grey suits, black bags and needles,

Feeble, frail, but the drugs they never seem to failI will live forever, if you give me another pill

Whats the effect?I have checked my schedule

Programmed like a machineThe lady dreamed of the day she could live a normal life

Throw the pills awayThere they were all laid out on the shelf

Her health in bottles,Her entire life inside

Open wide

Here comes another twenty four hoursThank God for the powers of the medical profession

For fuelling her thriving tablet obsession,She swallowed pills the way children eat smarties

Have a treatCome to the fabulous pill popping party!

But tomorrow the laughter will endNo more time to kill

I am ill, send for the doctor call him by phoneI find it hard to breathe

I dont want to leave my home, I have grown old here

I only want another yearThe doctor, chemical scholar, black bag, collar and tie.

Try theseHe removes a bottle from his briefcase,

Relief on the old ladys face, maybe another chanceAt a glance her eyes light up,

More medicine to sup!The doctor has the healing touch.

Thank you doctor, thank you so very muchThis time next week, you will be feeling much better

I cannot speak the truth, let her believe the lie

All is wellThe ones who die, shall not be made to grieve

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Night Chills

I always seem to cry at nightFor between the covers upon my bed

I like to hide myself away

And as the dark outside lays out its twilight greyI pray that my mind will let me rest

But memories do infest my mind with a dozen crumbledfaces

Those who have passed away have found the peace that lifereplaces

But I myself can never find such peaceFor my past is riddled with regret and strife that makes

me want to ceaseFor why do people have to die?

A child so young, a loved one or a brother

All we can do is cry as death it always claims anotherAnd when my eyes have finally stopped the tears

My tired grip it slowly disappearsAnd into dreams I gladly slip and fall

Where within Gods world I have stood amongst the deadFor like my own soul they are free inside my head

When the dawn chorus of the early birdIs heard in gentle song

I will sadly wakeFor I know I cannot belong within this other realm

Because like all the others we have to wait

Until death it reaches out its hand and leads us throughthe gate

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Last Days

Dark was the world beneath her eyelidsOr at least to us thats how it seemed

As her mind became a vacuum whilst she dreamed

Old times became the ladys only friendRemembered places crumbled incomplete

Where she wandered in her thoughtsOn stronger youthful feet

Forgotten childhood memoriesDrowned away the tears

Took her back to look uponAll her yesteryears

Each day appeared in colourA transparent hazed displayWhite light lit the shadows

Shone through the shades of greyWaiting in dead silence

We counted every tired breathReaching out with trembling hands

She seemed to welcome death

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Fragments

The house is cold,Although the central heatings on

Old pictures on the wall

Do not tell that youre gone.We shared our lives together

Never thought the time would comeMarching in our sorrow

To the dull beats of a drumTomorrow wait for me

At your side, in death, my placeHolding on forever,

Entwined in loves embrace.Your face within the mirror

Drapes shadows in my eyes

Those lights that burned so brightlyHave flickered and demised.Distance shall not part us

In life you will remainHeld inside my heart

Where death has no domain

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The Willow Tree

Underneath the Willow Tree I laid the wreathIt spoke a silent word, written in tear tumbled ink

Telling of my love for you through every wonderous year

I would not forget when we danced below the shady greenCaressing our hair between the flow of the blowing leaves

Those days now seem like a long forgotten dreamFor now I have but memories of you that I will not forget

I pray those thoughts will help me see them throughUntil I lay my weary head beneath the Willow Tree next to

you.

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Dear Lara

Our union is like the moon and earthBathed by rays of golden sun

The eternal link and heavenly bond

Can share this warmth with everyoneI whisper in your shell like ear

Brush your golden hair asideThe words of love I share each year

Are burning in my heart insideWhere love transcends each passing hourGrows through time and memories sharedThe bond of love flows with such power

To touch the souls of those ensnaredA rainbow river flows through time

As love it grows each day and night

Beyond our dreams are stars that shineAnd reflect great power in their mightFor we are the stars that shine above

To guide our loved ones each day throughWe are blessed with human love

And words of beautyI love you

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Laras Life Light

Far away a distant memory is lost within her eyesAnd gazing into nothingness she stares through darkened

skies.

Laras vision sought to find that placeWhere teardrops drowned her mournful face

Laras skin had lost its youthful glowHer soul a ghost and we must know

That without his touch she died insideAnd without his love I will confide

That flesh and bone are nothing moreWithout a heart on which to draw

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The Well of Despair

You can see the stars from the bottom of the wellDaylight was darkened on the day that I fell

Tumbled through shadow, falling forever

My love it was brokenDeath severed our tether.

The link to my past spiralled awayAnd here on my back in this well I now lay

Gazing at stars, moonlight in my eyesCrimson the colour of darkening skies

Dreams of my lover lost and remoteAs here in iced water my body does float

Dying in dreams my spirit is brokenHis name on my lips is mournfully spoken

Henry my love, I cannot forget

The nights that we shared I will never regretBut death took you early

And forever my painWill ache in my heart and always remain

My breathing grows shallow my memory is vagueI remember disease

The stench of the plagueCarts filled with corpses deep pits full of lime

Painted crosses on doorsA pitiful time

Bring out your dead!

The Criers would callDeath led to this well and my final fall

But the waters can cleanse and the stars I can seeAnd the ending of dreaming will set my soul free

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The Waters Edge

Take me down to the waters edgeSo I may sit upon the shore

Slit my wrists and spill my blood

For all the misery I have boreAs the clouds they drift across the moon

The sun descends and the night grows colderFetch a blanket warm and crisp

Wrap it gently around my shoulderComfort me dear nurse this night

Guide me to the waters deepHold me tight and squeeze my handSo I may drown my fears and sleepWipe my tears and stroke my cheek

For I seek the death of my devotion

And through the grace of God go ITo die beside the surging ocean

I watch the moon upon the waterThe daylight blackened in my dreamsThe silver light it fractures night

As my words and thoughts pass to extremesMy nurse she gives me a silver blade

I hold it firmly in my handMy lover waits beneath the rolling tide

Beyond our footprints in the sandInside my love I will confide

Is lost, alone, upon the ocean bedDrifting lifeless, so serene

He sleeps the silence of the deadMy love has gone, but I see him still

A man who held me safe from harmBut without his love I have no will

Except this blade and outstretched armI watch my nurse as she turns away

And I lay the blade against my skinThe moonlight blazes up above

As the gentle cutting does begin

The nurse she bows her head in sadnessShuts both eyes to hide her darkness

Shields her sight from tragic madnessThe starkness in her heart concealed

A body lies limply upon the sandThe blade lies floating in the water

The nurse she wipes away a tearIs it sad for a mother to lose her daughter?Or worse for her to live a life in fear?

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The Burning Flame

The fire in the hearth it burnedEarth and hearts the embers churnedThe lady sat and watched each flame

Crackled sounds that spoke her name,For in the passion of that fire

Held the flames of passed desire,Of years of lust and dreams far gone

The warming touch the eyes that shoneIn youthful gaze, had passed this life

In deep malaise.Memories were her cherished place

His hands his touch his glowing faceWere within the burning fire seen

And in those meadows so serene

Where as a girl of youthful graceShe took his hand and kissed his face

Felt the warmth against her skinBeneath a sun that did begin

To shine for herAnd caused that love inside to stir

Like fire burning in her heartShe denied the thought that they could part

But now the fire burned each night,And bathed her empty room with lightThe warmth it came from dancing fire

Not the dreams of passed desire.The lady smiled and rocked her chair

Her heart was warmed and passed despairIn sparking eyes the flame of youth

Concealed old age the withering truthThat fire dies, and lives live on

For the grace of time has always shoneSo she watched the fire all night long

Until each ember had burned and goneAnd faded into blackened dust

To be lost upon the Winters gust.

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Tapestry

A memory caught upon the tapestry of time,Dark grey and faded, silent eyes, forgotten stare

A smile so warm from lips that tender kissed upon my

face,But now so still beneath a silver frame that only I can

share.Forever encased in a beauty so sublime

Dulled in black and whiteA picture formed from flash of light

That lay so still beneath the film of a ghostly silvermist,

Where no creases in her tender flesh did show the woundsof time

An ageless vision, grim shadows cannot cover

Although you sleep and forever keep inside Gods realmOf eternal bliss

I remember sunlit years when you and I were loversSo upon the polished crystal glass I imprint a loving

kiss.

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The Sands of All Time

The days of our lives can be long and drawnA summers warm light or a winters cold dawn

A comforting breeze or a falling dead leaf

A love that is long or a love that is briefA shadow of autumn or a shrivelling flower

A glorious sunrise that gives love its power

The passage of time withers our skinAnd the soul in itself may cower within

Time long forgotten is time lost in itselfLove is lifes value not the coinage of wealth

The quest of a soul is to find a true mindReach out the heart to where its confined

Entwine in the memory and to cherish above

Rise in the heavens and shine in true love

Dying alone and forgotten by loveAs the clouds and the darkness descend from above

The shadows of winter fall with the mistI forget the warm feeling of the lips I have kissed

The darkness is calling and winter draws inAnd the falling of leaves in the night does begin

The fading of memory and hopes of the pastAre lost in sad whispers, last breaths for the past

Alone in the darkness extending my handAs the world duly withers and tumbles like sand

With cracks in my fingers I breathe my last breathAnd the sands of all time will crumble in death.

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The Zephyr

I may have died but in you I liveI am the warmth in your hearts the love you give

I am the flowers that grow, the air in the breeze

I am the summer breath that blows through the treesI am the glinting sunlight upon the sea

In truth I am everywhere, for I am free.

Through the clouds I glide and danceSo I can watch your lives with loving glanceAnd when the wind ruffles through your hair

It is to let you know that I am thereFor at every dawn and rising sun

I will share my warmth with everyone.

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Life after life

Inside that void the soul has flownLuminous light of mystic form

Left the flesh that wastes to bone

Took the step to be rebornFor those in life who fear the call

Hold on tight and will not let goFor they cannot see beyond the wall

So battle hard to stop the flowBecause when you die you are not dead

You become an energy for rebirthBut the one you were the light has shed

And will decompose beneath the earthIdentity lost it looks for newDrifting weightless unconfined

Inside a mother a baby grewEntering deep within its mind

Brought back to Earth on silent wingsA little child with beating heart

Awaits the fate that its future bringsAs its new life begins to start.

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Mind Travellers

Through silence they spokeThe words of the dead

Soft whispers to dreamers

Each word that was saidSpoke of the travellersOf a place not confined

Where the flesh of our bodiesIs no cage for the mind

They travel beyondThe masking of dream

To exist beyond livingAnd the stars they had seen

History claimed themCarried them on

Beyond mortal livingThe flesh that had gone

Streams beyond consciousDestiny merging

Into the starlightOnwards and surging

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Who is God?

Who is this God?This God of Creation?

A God of great wonder?

A God of elation?A being so mighty

So boundless in sight?A God beyond darkness

That brings us all light?Born in each heart

Contained in each mindGods truth in the darkness

Is what we will findSeeking and searching

Will deepen the soul

And open Gods pathwayTo fulfil every goal.

Blessings upon us,When we reach for Gods love

And the stars are Gods beaconsThat shine from above

To mark out Gods HeavenAnd guide our true fate

To open up HeavenAnd pass through the gate,That leads to the Rapture

That we should all knowWhere the warmth of Gods kindness

And blessings bestow.Reborn in white light

Each soul will renewAnd learn that Gods guidance

Has guided you through.

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The Long Walk

She walked in silent waking breathHid each thought of passing death

Of veils and shrouds like cloaking night

That hid this child from ancient sightAnd passing through the tombs of old

Where life through bone their stories toldOf centuries past, old lives worn through

As history claimed all those she knewA child she was, and blessed by youth

No shadows thrown could hide that truthAmidst granite pillars of crumbled stone

Faded inscriptions of words unknownShe thought of faces long forgot

Lost loved ones left inside to rot

And passed dead flowers wilting thereTheir broken stems to show they care

All had passed, in time and goneBeneath a sun that always shone

This made her feel at ease with lifeAs she passed two sleepers, a man and wife

For lives are lived and some are shortAll lives are ended with poignant thought

The journey made is a new endeavourBlessed by our God who lives forever.

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Truth

Beyond the external human fleshOur skin that twists us in its meshThe light of life beyond its birth

Will release each mind from confining earthIn stars that shine through celestial fire

Burns each mind that does desireThe freedom in Gods blinding light

To free the soul from darkened nightOf human blindness, lack of thought

To seek the place each soul has soughtBy crossing time and endless space

We find the heart and kiss the faceOf a god who lurks beyond our dreamsOf mans great ventures and extremes

In its time it draws us inAnd through Gods grace our lives begin

As each mind is merged togetherAnd breaks the link that earthly tether

We learn the truth and find our placeFar beyond the shadow of the human race

Within the minds of the eternal beingThrough knowing eyes that are all seeing

Our destiny is to be as oneTo shine as heavenly as our sun

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Despair and Personal Tragedy

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The Captive

Who am I?Am I such a freak

That week by week

I attract so many staring faces?Caring not that I alone grow old

And weary at their grimaces?Tomorrow I fear brings another crowd,

And bleary eyed with sorrow shrouded tearsThey stare at me within this cage

I may rage, but for them I entertainAre they not aware of the pain of being alone?

I growl and groan as children cling to their mothersBut I am held against my will

I fulfil the voyeurs form of pleasure

I was born to be seen in carefree leisureI am free for them.

But I myself have no homeNo loved ones of my kindAs forever I am confined

Why do these strangers gloat at me?Oh share the reason why I must pass each season

And all timeWithin this place

And rot and die without another friendly faceThat does resemble mine?

My crime I do not know,So please Will someone let me go?

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Dead Eyed Boy

Circular lightsSnake behind me in the mirror

I change gear

The world outside does not seem to careWhere am I going?

What is my destination?I pull into a petrol station

The attendant dull eyed, diffident.We were robbed here last week

He speaks of the past, but we both know the future willbe bleaker

He fills the tankMy bank accounts dry

Why drive when theres no place to go?

No smiles, just blank looks.My cheque books inside my coat, on the back seat

The attendant retreats; eyes wide.I reach into my coat, soul remote, sweat on my brow

Now do it, NOWOn your knees I have a gun

One brief moment there was life in the dead eyed boyFeel my grief son, lie down, lie down and die

The road ahead led arrow straight,Pity the dead eyed boy, but it was the city, the city

that killed him, sealed his fate

Grim place this, lovers dont kiss, they screw,Children sniff glue, this nations filled with human

waste, what a bitter taste what a waste of lifeI tried to slash my wrists once, but the knife was

blunt.I never cried when my mum died,

We lived in a slum crumbs for tea,She was a waste of space; I resent her for what she did

to me.Dad was always drunk, skunk breath in the morning.Sprawled out over his bed, he ruled us with fear

Dear Dad, glad youre dead.I put my foot down, I wanted to leave this place behind,

Find a more human face, away from the ugliness, death,disgrace.

I guess there are no cities for men like me,but I can kill and steal, I have my own free will,

I always seem to get aheadI smiled

At least city boy, I aint dead

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Rats and Mice

Brick upon brick the buildings tower highSkyscraper mountains blot out the sky

Sealing out the sunlight of the people down below

Dealing out the money that the beggars never knowWorking in the city paying such a price

Running in the rat race I pity all the mice

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Vulture

That old vulture is perching at the foot of my bedEmpty headed, lurching forward on a long neckStrong, cold staring eye, set sharp, dark in

Un-feathered featuresAs it slowly baits its breath and squawks

BewareThe creatures not for killing,

Lies in wait, watches time, welcomes you to your fate,Into the lonely company of flies,

Who, unaware that you exist,Only settle when you are kissed by death.

The breath is often heavy in my throat,Gloating beast, feast your eyes, remote in glanceFor it will eat your flesh given half the chance

Laughing hyena, preying on my mind,Cannot find any peace,When I die at the end

That vulture will descend and lick its lips,Tear my skin to strips

And begin to pick my bones dry

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A Decision to Crawl

In this landWe remain as dust

A million souls to one grain of sand

I crouchI feel the peoples pain

Concealed in whispered voicesEach in turn offer no choices

To a man whos had his timeI wait

Too late to stop the worldAs it spins its dizzy way behind

I have found my fateA peace, at one with mankind

Free of fear

A mere ghost of manThough seeing more than most

Even in the dark the blind have visionI watch an insect settle.

A decision to crawlIt has more purpose than I

I waitJust wait Wait to die

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Oh God

Death Now theres that word againAnd the fear of it, can drive you insane, if you let it,

So forget it, youre alive!

Being dead after all, is probably not so bad,When the alarm call rings in the morning,

And the birds sing while youre yawningBe glad you can sleep on,

Because after all youre dead and goneYou dont have to worry about brushing your hair,

Or rushing for a taxi,You dont have to care,

Or being at work at nine on the dotOr making the coffee thats piping and hot,

Thats in the past now, so its just time to rest

You have drawn your last breath now,And by God you are blessed

Thanks for your love God, the kindness youve shownBy reducing us all into ashes and bone

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The Natural World

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Spring

A Different World

The silent breeze the lightest touch

Blowing out with caressing graceThe warming sun that shines above

The ripples on the flowing lake

Dance the diamonds upon the streamCrystal shafts of shattered light

Fairies frolic in this dreamWings and skin of pearl ivory white

Drops of dew soak up the raysGlinting on a spring bloomed petal

Borne upon the morning hazeUpon a flower a bee does settle

Upon the stream a gliding swanFeathers touched with winter whiteBut on the wind that seasons gone

So has now that frost filled night

Through the trees along the pathI watched young children play and chase

As they run they skip then smile and laugh

Carefree through the sun kissed haze

Amongst the branches in her nestSheltered by the fresh green shade

Is a dove its heart at restIn a slumber its mother made

A different world as seasons fadeThrough passing days that guide our land

A wondrous place that nature madeLong before the touch of human hand

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April

The silver Birds

Oh timid whispers of the wind

You seem to wish the summer inYou call to her in warm caressing bursts

Blessing all with a touch of April sunThe weeping willow has begun

To cascade her flowing leafy locksInto the flowing tender breeze

Where flocks of silent silver birdsSweep above her outstretched natural green

Between Forget-Me-Nots and Saffron MeadowUnfurls a sea of Primrose Red

Shadowed below as the sun arose

Swirling yellow overheadSerene the toothsome cherry treesSprouted from the cherished soil

Uncoils each outstretched blossomed branchThat carries the fruit of natures toil

Oh blessed are the weeks that see the seasons changeWhere tulips flood in silky bud from out of winter sleep

And Mother Nature keeps those flowersFresh upon the grange

Allured by the tender touch of Aprils falling rain.

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A Summers Day

High treesAbundant with illuminated leaves

Whisper in their branches

Where the wind rustles themAgain and again

Unleashing avalanches of bright shimmering sunlightThrough broken gaps

That lap and swayIn mirrored pools of gold

Upon a riverWhere the quiver of the silver water

Does unfold her sparkling flowThe sunbeams low in the heavens

Streams of light

Break across the transparentSurface of the lake

Flowers awake in fields and meadowsYield their petals to the sun

For they have begun to live againStirred awake by April rain

Creeping slowly from the soilTheir roots uncoil

And push each delicate sleeping tender budFrom the darkness of the fertile earth

Where a flood of rainbow colour

Grows from the splendourOf the summer sun above

As mother nature blesses them at their rebirthBy caressing them in the sunshines soothing love

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Dragonfly Summer

Dawn rose within a furnace of burning sunlightNight had passed and spring had drawn to a close

As the summer sun arose like a burning orange eye

Within a sky of blue and wispy redBirds flew in the wake of the new day

Wings strong and silentMemories of the winter grey

Long forgotten in their tiny feathered heartsCarts rattled on battered wooden wheels

Along winding dirt scattered stony country tracksHorse drawn this summer morn

The swirling breeze attracts the dancing honeybeesWho swoop with a gentle buzzing hum

Onto flowered stamens grown by our sun

Where they settle and scoop the pollenSwollen yellow on their backs

Drops of dew hang from the petals like diamond crystalglass

Where they are cast like tumbling tearsInto the natural grass below

To watch the flowers grow in summer timeTo see the sweep of the spiralling leafy vine

Creep up crumbling walls of stone carved archwaysTo walk across the landscape pathwaysCut within a maze of flowing flowers

Where trees tower beneath canopies of greenWhere their branches lean and sway

Between the rustling whispering leavesI have waited long for the bird song to fill the air

And for the Dragonfly season to give a natural reasonWhy this world must live.

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Simplistic Imagery

The window framed a pictureThat often changed each day

Patterned by the seasonsBeneath skies of blue and grey

Watercolour raindropsArced and rolled on glassTumbling down in dewdrops

Forming patterns on the grassTree branches formed by brush stroke

Leaves wrapped intertwinedConfined in many colours

Rainbows prismed in my mindI looked beyond the window

Where time had held her breathAnd welcomed in each new day

Whilst the old ones died their death

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Dawn

The fields and meadows in the morning

The core of the sun burns orange in the heavensDawn shadows form

Sweep across the moorlandsThe golden sands of time turn both hands of the clock

A cock crows a sprightly noteHis throat dry

But still so clear that mighty cryLambs lie sleeping in the meadow

Free from fear of butchers knifeThe sweeping weeping waterfall so full of life

Tumbles down upon her surfaceIn a gentle dreamlike pitter patter

The waking breeze does seize and guide the wings Ofbumblebees

Who swoop from high and tumble lowFalling graceful from the sky

Trees form canopies beneath the sun

Caterpillars crawl from leaf to leafBirds have begun to sing

To bring a little life to this new born mornDancing on the wing they dive from brittle twig built

nestsAnd settle down to rest upon the glistening dewy ground

Listening for the sound of preyAll those that lay below the soil

In a graveyard by the churchShaded by the cover of a towering birch

Lay buried a lover of the moorland meadow

A fellow who used to toilAnd care for the trees and flowers

That grew here from the soilBut now the silver birch does care for him

Within the grim twilight shadows of forever sleepThe tree she sweeps each outstretched solid branching

limbAnd keeps him out of reach from harm

Beneath the shelter of her giant leaf swept armFriends wept a thousand tears

But the sands of time have passed so many yearsAnd nothing lasts forever

But the dawn it will return

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And our sun will always burnFor even though the tears may fall like rain

New life will still begin again Begin again Beginagain

Autumn

Season of the Fall

Upon the lake of silver sunlightSway soft particles of gold

Where diamond splinters of crystal lightBreak out in shards of white and gold

I watched two robin red breasts flySoar then swoop above the lake

Chilled air beneath each feathered wingA whistling wind caught in their wake

Now autumn extends her icy gripTo dancing leaves that graceful swirl

They fall so crisp from towering tearsThose leaves that tumble twist and curl

Beneath skeletal branches a silent breezeHelps sweep away the crisp brown showerAmongst the outstretched branching trees

A mighty oak stands like a towerAll below stand within its shadow

Beneath a sheltering silhouetteThe flowers that grow within the meadow

Will still be growing when the sun has setSo when the fall has covered all

And the daylight sun has fadedWhen all is hidden by the human eye

And by the moon is shadedA chilling frost will sweep across

Whilst in deep sleep we slumberThen when outside the rain it fallsAnd the clouds burst out in thunder

We will not forgetNow the sun has set

That autumn holds such wonder

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Winter

Beneath the shadow of Christmas

Now the autumn wind has goneThe Christmas season has begun

Where through a winter fog it shoneThe flame red fire of our sun

Immersed in wisps of cotton cloudsA silent landscape so serene

Crystal snowflakes formed white shroudsWhere only trees are evergreen

Icicles formed like tears of joyFrom glistening drops of tumbling snow

And on the face of a little boyA warming smile, a healthy glow

For in this winter wonderlandAn ancient magic grips a child

The dream white topping is so grandAnd Santa Claus is not defiled

Beyond the meadows showered whiteA frozen lake wears a translucent coat

The cold wind whispered in the nightTo make this stream of ice remote

Creatures rest in natural blissFast asleep in the winter cold

Nature blessed this Earth with a chilling kissAs Christmas yuletide does unfold

Far across this icebound glacial plain

Where kindness of heart does reign supremeShared thoughts of love will still remain

Long after the thaw of this crystalline dream

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Still Waters

The slope down the mud churned bankLed into still waters

A dank flood of swirling black filmCovered the surface and stank of chemical decay

As no living creature lay beneath its wakeThe liquid in the lake

Had once contained a myriad of aquatic lifeBut had grown static from an act of human error

That had unleashed the terror from a belching metal pipeWhich wiped away the wealth of life within

And it would never begin againThe dreamlike summer serenade is over

The clover that once laid a carpetGently around the rolling crystal shore

Does not grow here anymoreAnd the birds that made their nests

In the shade of trees that did surroundHave flown in fear to distant plains

Leaving far behind the death choked streams remains

No sound is heard within this ghostly placeFor nothing is alive the lake has lost her charm her

grace

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Memories of the War

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Passchendaele - The Final Call

Captain James Willard (1880-1917)

Burned, and scorched, debauchery in mud,

That drenches those wretched soulsWho try to live within their dugout holes

The soldier opposite, all boils, and blistersI am ready to die The tears say otherwise

Drown his whispers.Clarkson just a boy of twenty one,

Picked up the gun last year,Twenty two tomorrow,

Clarkson, smiling face, no longer here,Killed last week, died in my embrace.

Of the dead we never speak, we lie with them,

Die at their side, grotesque parodies of man.Many lie here, dead, without fear,

Eyes white, fog blind, as black as night,Life has gone from them.

Rotting in the mud, blood stainedThe dead remained silent in the dark.

Stark, bleak landscape,Shaped by shells,

Wells of drowning water, brown holed, cold as ice.The dead entice me in, limb on tired limb,

I sink never swim.

Slipping through the mire,Barbed wire rolling all around,

The ground sucks me down, reaching for a grip,As I slip, and slide inside.

The wire cuts, but I hold tight,My blood is fresh, trickling from the wire mesh,

At least, so far I am still alive.Crawling through the dark,

Struggling through the sucking clay,Machine guns laying cover at my back.Attack! I scream above the shrill,

I must find the will to move,But for one brief moment

Exhaustion creeps upon me and I sleep,Dream of safer times,

Ignorant of the crimes of man.I twist, I writhe, barely alive,

Through all that is unholy.Hideous landscapes, all dies before me.

Mans folly breaks the spirit.The meek will inherit the Earth?

We are so meek, we cannot even speakInherit the Earth? Mud and death more like

My tired breath keeps lapsing into sleep,

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But I am too afraid to close my eyes,In case the waning light finally dies

Our men are marching into hell,Their blood marked their graves as they fell.

Burial often comes by shell,

Or a sinking down in suffocating well,Tides of mud make it impossible to grip,Swallowed as you slip beneath the flood.

The pounding of the guns,Shells exploding like the nova of distant suns,

How can this war go on?I remember when the sun shone down upon us,

Only rain drowns mens tears,And I have aged thirty years in this one day,

Our war has turned my life to clay,Slowly, dolefully, the rain is washing my life away,

Draining into the soil and clinging slime.War tears at mankinds bones,

And God for all his merciesDoes not listen to mens groans,

He is deaf to all this wretched noise.In death, soldiers are discardedLike childrens toys after play,

Stringless puppets,Cut down, and rotting in the bloodied clay.

Through the dark of the mire,I hear the rattling, stuttering machine gun fire.

Soaring shells break overhead,Pouring black smoke shrouds over the fallen dead.

Corpses hanging from barbed wire mesh,Tunics torn, bodies stripped of flesh.

Dead soldiers decaying in filth, and squalor,Their eyes unburdened from the horrorOf the howling barrage from the sky,

The screaming wounded who will not die.In the dark of the choking mire,

Behind the walls of gas, and glowing fire,I have this dread, a look of no return,

I fear my ears, and skin will burn,Blistered by heat, and poisoned fumes

These dug out holes could become our tombs.Shorn of our spirit, and free will

Soldiers wait below the missiles shrill,Waiting for the final call,

When the whistles blow, and we must crawlUp the mud drip steps to No Mans Land.

Dear God please take my weary hand,Lead me from this poisonous lair,

Where the wells of water drown despair.The sky is lit with a flare guns burst,

We serve spotless generals with a sickening thirst

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Thats never quenched by our dying souls,As we spit our blood to fulfil their goals.

The men they wait, and listen still,Waiting for the final kill,

Mud packs tight within our boots,

Soon will be dead and new recruitsWill fill our shoes with equal dread

And use soft earth to make their bed.In No Mans Land our graves are laid,As the war hawks will must be obeyed.

Although we wait to hear our names,On whose shoulders are the blames

Of mans folly to be laid?Not on the shoulders of our dead.

As men wait for Zero hour,The guns erupt, and we begin to cower,

Sliding downwards into the mud,I swallow my fear, I taste my blood.

Shutting my eyes as the whistle blows,Will they open again?God God only knows

At dawn upon these war torn plainsNo soldier upon this field remains

Silence is the sound I hear,No cries of calling voices near,No shells are falling overhead,

For all but the wounded, the men are dead.

Soldiers lie dying in a makeshift trenchRats attracted by the stench

Of flesh thats begun to putrefyAs my friends decay before they die.

I hear the sounds of laboured breath,Another soldier enters death

His fist clenched tightly, grips the soil,A handful of earth for his toil,

It slips like life through his fingersHe cannot live with the pain that lingers,

Inside the wound that tore his chest,

And as I watch his final restBegins to close his watering eyes,

And there, in the mud, this young man dies.At least the boy has found the peace,For him this wretched war has ceased.

I myself must wait my turn,By watching others die I learn,

That death for all is done alone,And war leaves men to be unknown.

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A Soldiers Words

I serve my time a frontline soldierWatch young men growing older

Older than their years,

I cry my tearsIn safety back at base,

Where a brave man can hide his face and weepShed tears for those in death who sleep,

Those tragic souls taken before their time,Where mindless killing is not a crime.

A soldiers worth should be measured by his courageNot by the earth in which he lies.Or for the cause for which he dies

But family and memories of homeThose fields and meadows

Where I'd roam with my beloved on summer days,And pour four-leaf clovers through her hair

We would stare at each other for hours and not speakAnd as the sun went down I would kiss her cheek.

Sadly silence has lost all meaningFor all I hear is the bitter screaming

The bombs and sounds of raging gunsThe death of many fallen sonsI hunt the brave and the weak

In this place I use my gun to speakAm I a man thats born to kill?

I have my orders but not my willIf I could choose a life of peace

War itself it would not cease.The hateful eyes I see,

That would end this tour of misery,The poisoned eyes that stare

The enemy waits his pain to shareI will charge unto the air.

The blessing of my enemys deathI find each breath of life renewed

Best to hunt than be pursued

My child and wife back homeAre not known here

The fear and dread the armies of the deadDo not walk in my stead

I need no pity for I wear a warriors maskIt shields me from this brutal taskBut when this war, this war is over

I will give my beloved a four-leaf cloverShare her touch and warm embrace

Shed the mask that scars my face.

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The Mortal Stain

Freya dreams of the womb that cradled herOf a mother who loved and always cared

Abandoned by family and due to give birth

Young Freya is alone, forgotten, and scaredThe baby positioned inside her womb

But the place Freya lives is damned on this earthIn time it will be nothing more than her tomb

But a new life is moving near to its birthWarsaw is torn by the bitterest war

And the raging war machine increasesThe young woman hides behind an old door

As the bombs blast Warsaw into piecesFreya covers her ears from the terribly sound

The dark legions of the Reich march on

She hides in a cellar undergroundFreedom, and her free will is goneFlames consume the burning houses

Freya grips her stomach and begins to screamHer water breaks but never douses

The birth of new life and new dreamsBut the nature of the fanatics mind

Has signed a warrant for their slaughterFor a Jewish mother and her childCan never raise a son or daughter

Freya cries this night and cradles him

Her newborn boy with deep blue eyesThe noise outside, the ghastly din

Do not hide young Freyas loving sighsBut the war it rages and crushes love

And the innocence of the child she boreHis gentle touch and gurgling tone

Are threatened by the hatred at the doorThe monstrous will of men unknown

Freyas house in darkness the war draws nearShe wraps a blanket like a shroudTo hide the newborn and each tear

And listens as he screams out loudWaiting for the brutal soldier

Ordered by a cruel regimeTo take her baby before hes older

Commit an act that is obsceneBut there is deep love beneath this roof

And Freya loves her little childPerhaps he need not know the truth?Being freshly born and not defiled

That other sons they may destroyAlthough they never kill a mothers love

And as she kissed her little boyIgnoring the fires up above

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Freya knew in death that there is lifeHer blue-eyed baby he would not die

She would protect him from this wars strifeAnd his soul would rise up to the sky

Freya kissed his cheek and stroked his chin

A beautiful boy, a mothers prideShe comforted him from mortal sin

Held him tightly at her sideIn time she learned to hold his breath

And tearfully looked into his eyesIn love she choked her child to death

Cradled him at his demiseHis lifeless form is free from pain

But the hoards of hell are drawing inFreyas hands now bear the mortal stain

Another measure of their sin.

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Humour

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The Snail tale

The snail crawled slowlyAcross the dusty track

His home and his belongings

Strapped upon his back.Moving house A drag He muttered

As he cluttered down the trailLife can be hard

When you are a lowly snail,You can never make a home

Or get to know your neighbourAnd carrying a house

Is harder than slave labourAnd those wretched feathered creatures

Who peck upon my shell

Never call attentionBy ringing the doorbell

But the biggest nuisance of them allWhen being tiny, oh so small

Is the crushing boot of a giant beast,That makes so many snails deceased

A million snails have died this waySo Im moving house, I cannot stay

I have left my neighbours,To avoid the crush,

But I am moving slowly

As snails Never rush

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The Fly and the Spider

Hello Mr Fly,Why are you hanging there?

Wrapped in silk so snug

Inside my spiders lair

Good day Mr Spider I am a silly fly,I fell into your spider web,As I descended from the sky,

I hope we can be friends,And that youll set me free,

I do hope Mr Spider,You wont eat me for your tea

You see it is like this

Said the spider to the fly,I have a hefty appetite,

So you may have to dieIts not that Im unreasonable

Or a nasty sort of chap,For at least youre warm and cosy

Inside my silken wrapBeing swathed in silk

Must surely be a pleasureAnd you can make me happy

When I eat you at my leisure

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Frivolous Fishy

Oh little fishy in my pondOf you my fishy I am so fond

My scaly beauty for you I care

I swoon as I watch you swimming thereOh little fishy marry me

You and I can swim to seaThe ocean depths will be our home

And through coral reefs we will roam

Oh little fishy I am your buoyMarry me do not be coy

My love dear fishy is off the scaleTurn me down and I will wail

Let me place a ring on your fish fingerWe will leave the pond

We will not lingerPlease marry me this very day

Our loves electricLike a manta ray

Oh fine finned fishy Please grant my wishy

Marry me tomorrow Turn me downy

And I will drowny Your rejection will bring sorrow

The fishy took many days to thinkThe fishy even took to drink

But a fishs memory is so poorShe soon forgot

What was said before

Oh little fishy you forgot my nameI now must part

Oh Cod The pain!

Goodbye dear fishyI know your plaice

I guess I belong to the human race?!

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The Gambler

Nobody lives forever so eat what you damn well canLike jam roly poly and forget about oat bran

Just eat to your hearts content and forget about your

weightAfter all it does not matter if you look an awful state

Just fill your stomach up with all those tasty thingsForget about tomorrow and what your future brings

After all it is unhealthy but I just will never careBecause I keep my clothes on so everyone wont stare

Nobody will stop me eating or stuffing chocolate cakeFor that is what I want to do when I am wide awake

I like to smoke my cigarettes and down ten pints of beerAfter all I am a young man so of death I have no fear

I think I live my life to the fullest it can be

And I dont like vegetarians or the salads that they eatJust give me steak and burgers or any kind of meat

I love tomato ketchup and chips that are fried in fatAlthough I wont touch drugs as Ive never fancied thatI like my jam filled doughnuts ice cream and chocolate

pudIf only I had two mouths that would be so awfully good

My body is an awful mess why wont the mirror lieBut I guess I will go on eating until the day I die

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Ouch!

I want to look ten years youngerCan the surgeons knife do that?

For my figure of youth I do hunger

The days of no wrinkles or fatIt will cost you a great deal of money

The doctor said with a smileI know, but I have a great fortune

And being fat can never be styleI want you to suck in my waistline,

Pull back the skin on my faceI want to look ten years younger

For like this I am a disgracePlease make me pout like a goddess

Seductive to kiss in my youth

Give me the truth of the scalpelWith your gloves and mask please begin

Erase and smooth out the creasesThat so callously damage my skin

I want to see a new lookWhenever I gaze in the mirror

Not this withered old hagWhose face makes me quiver in terrorLet me be once again in my twenties

Ten years older than that would be fineLet me stand in front of the mirror

And not see a blemish or linePlease God do not let me grow old

Ageing is a curse not a giftBut with care and a fair bit of moneyI can give my whole body a lift!

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Bah, humbug!

Oh Christ its Christmas once againShopping trips that cause me pain

Hulking parcels back and forth

Bloody Santa from up NorthRiding in his sparkling sleigh

All right for him its just one dayFor us it is the December grind

Where parents travel far to findSome wretched gift, or plastic toy

A gift for a girl or little boyAnd then there is that stupid tree

Chopped down, displayed for all to seeIn our living room lit by light

Or sprayed with snow to make it white

Utter madness it seems to meAs the family gathers in misery

To fall asleep at the dining tableFor theyve eaten more than they are able.

Greedy gluttons everyoneI hope dear Santa brings a gun

To blast a hole in their festive cheerAt least Id smile when its New Year.

Seasons greeting everyoneBut who the hell is having fun?

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Pointless Prose

What is the point of poetry I cannot see the point myselfIt will not make you rich it is not good for your health

It is not a sport it is not taught in schools*

Only idiots write it thats dreamers and foolsIt is all meaningless words and flowery speech

About the birds and the buttercups so what does it teach?Nobody knows as no ones quite sure

What the words of the poet really are forMost are content to watch football insteadAnd forget the poor poet until he is dead

But maybe one day they will pick up his bookAnd take a long lingering curious look

Then they will gladly put it back on the shelfAfter all what is poetry it is not good for your health

{* Poetry is not taught as a separate subject}

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Fantasy, horror and thesupernatural

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The Tomb of Moloch

Within the walls the dust lay thickLayered heavy from centuries past

Inside the solid but crumbling brick

Were many souls who had breathed their lastJack held a torch to guide his way

Along this dark and dreaded pathHe wished he had the light of day

For in his head he heard a mocking laughWithin its coffin it lay awakeA concrete slab above its head

Inside Jacks coat he held a stakeThat would free it from the living dead

Slowly Jack unlocked the tombThen nervously drew back the gate

Like a voice it gave a scream of doomAnd closed behind to seal his fate

Onwards Jack walked below the flickering flameWhich cast dancing shadows upon the ground

From behind he heard his whispered nameForcing himself he turned around

There it stood, the evil oneEyes blood red, skin pearl white

A beast that would blister in the sunOr burn to ash in the searing light

Jack removed his stake from inside his coat

Tearing a pocket in his hasteMoloch saw his terror and began to gloat

And licked its lips for that blood filled tasteNervously Jack raised his stake

As across the crypt it began to glideJack stood his ground but began to shake

For here was a beast that had never diedMoloch screamed a bloodcurdling scream

And became a shadow in the darkJack swirled around in this nightmare dream

Searching for a place to find his mark

With the stake as his only defenceInto a corner Jack backed away

The darkness now was thick and denseAnd he could only hope and pray

Because Jacks torch had been blown outAnd beads of sweat formed upon his face

Jacks heart was filled with a terrible doubtThat he would never leave this place

Under the glow of a luminous moonWhich cast black shrouds over pillars of stone

Outside the walls of the crumbling tombThat hid in the dark the decay of the bone

It was like the dead were holding their breath

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Within the graves some six foot underAnd as they waited still in death

The gate of the tomb was rent asunderThen from the dust of centuries old

A black cloaked figure stepped from the gloom

Molochs skin was rigid so icy and coldIts face so pale formed a mask of doom

There grew no hair upon its headNo lashes fluttered above its eyes

Molochs jagged teeth were dripping redBlood taken from Jack near his demise.

In the vaults the rats scuttled byWhile the spiders spun another webJack lay in a coma but did not die

Even though from wounds his life did ebbWith heavy breath he dragged in stale air

But the stagnant taste was the last he knewFor Moloch had returned to its lair

As once more the vampires hunger grew

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The Magic Ring

Let me tell you the tale of the magic ringOf the wonder and wealth that its power could bring

For on a snowy mountainside

This magic ring was found insideA rusting battered wooden chest

And within a cave it had been laid to restFor by this land it was forgotten

Until its panels had crumbled rottenA man with a whistle found it there

Within the cave so cold and bareHe smashed away the iron seal

To see what treasures it would revealWhat lay within lit up his eyes

And made him jump up to the skies

There in the box lay a ring of goldAn open doorway to wealth untold

He placed the ring upon his fingerAnd in the cave he did not lingerAs he knew the legend of the ring

So with a smile and a whistle he began to singAbout the prize that he had found

Beneath the rocks below the groundFinding a clearing picturesque

He put the ring to a testWishing for food then golden ore

Then wishing again for more and moreUntil the gold concealed the snow

Within a yellow shimmering glowLaughing with a cheeky grin

Once more the wishes did beginHe wished and wished throughout the day

On and on until the sky turned greyThen to his horror he began to see

That he was trapped and could not break freeFor all around the gold did tower

As the magic ring became drained of power

And the man was entombed forever moreWithin the walls of golden ore

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Molkes Mushrooms

There is a forest on Haunted HillWith towering trees and branches so still

Where shadowy figures move out of sight

Keep themselves hidden away from the lightThere once walked a girl in flowing blue cloak

Within the dense forest of towering oakAnd whilst she picked mushrooms in dark silhouette

This pretty young maiden unfortunately metA contemptuous creature that lived in this wood

A grumpy old troll always up to no goodFor the mushrooms that grew here out of the soil

Were grown through his labour, his hard work and toilAt least thats what he said, but it just was not true

The young maiden smiled for already she knew

That this troll was prone to tell awful liesAs for a young maiden she was very wise

Oh Mr MolkeThe young lady said

Can I pick toadstools, not mushrooms instead?The troll was confused but had to agree

For he wanted those mushrooms himself for his teaAll right my pretty, toadstools are fine,

but these mushrooms, not so, because they are mineBut these are the toadstools

The young maiden said

These are the toadstools, the gift from the deadThe troll now was muddled and very confused

These are not mushrooms?He silently mused

Molke looked at the maiden with a threatening stareThen where are my mushrooms?

She replied Over thereWell little miss you had better go home

I will give you no mushrooms no toadstools to ownThe girl gave a look that seemed to show sorrow

Thanks for your kindness, I shall be back tomorrow

Waving goodbye she glided back homeWhilst the wicked old troll to the mushrooms did roam

Molke filled a huge sack right up to the brimThen returned to his hovel when the sun had grown dim

He had mushrooms for tea that dark stormy nightAnd have mushrooms for breakfast when it came early light

But in the morning the troll never wokeWhilst in the woods the girl in the cloak

Picked mushrooms solemnly throughout that strange dayFor she knew the troll would not come and say

These are my mushrooms pick toadstools insteadBecause those were her mushrooms her gift from the dead.

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Prelude to the Dance

The wind had fallen silentThe night was still

A full moon did fill the sky

With a ghostly yellow lightNight creatures of the twilight hourAwoke, hidden by a cloak of darkness

To take their fill in the forestNo human voices spoke here

Not since that horrific dayOne hundred years ago

There had been a terrific stormVillagers say that it had been born

From the fires belowThe trees swayed to and fro

Almost beckoningWith their long black spidery limbs

Drawing up the dregs from the molten well beneathCalling upon the wicked whims of hell

As the grief of the storm drew to a closeThere arose in the darkest depths of the woods

A screamThat could turn a tranquil dream

Into a nightmareAnd there

In the forest cemetery

The dance of the demons began

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Dance of the Demons

SLOWLY clouds of flowing whiteDRAWN out from the coreINTO my sightTHE ghostly figures borne out ofNIGHT released their power and

THEIR mightGHOSTLY demons danced around, climbing from beneath the groundGRINS upon their death mask facesREVEALED the beast the flesh replaces, for in deathsDECAY the sin of Satan will seize the dayIN maggot ridden crumbled bones, inBRITTLE bodies where the groans of grindingTOOTH are heard, whereTHE monstrous wailings of the herd of dancingDEMONS pranced across the graves, theyDANCED where flame red shadows lay, cast from a burning torchIN a crumbling old crypt within its porch they chanted the devils nameHAND the hatred down in shame, where in the haze the demons gazeHELD the secret of the midnight hour when time itCIRCLES to release the power farACROSS this bleak and brutal landTHE palace of the evil one is erected hereSILENT angels hide behind their wings in fearGRAVES of those borne out of sin always singAMONGST the shrouded darkness of the cemeteryTOMBSTONE tower beneath skeletal tree, small creatures cower asVINE creeps slowly up the stoneENTWINED here within their cage of bonePILLARS of rage spiral highBUT Satan does hold sway here when you dieAWAY you monstrous breedYOU wish that God would screamVILE beast we will cast that callousTWISTED form of yours back amongst the hell fire where

HOARDS of rampaging demons do belongAWAY you hold no sway hereAWAY your wickedness be gone

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The Banquet

Music played within the Old RectoryAn eerie cascade of twisted tones

For this place had laid to rest the bones

Of all those who had lived within its wallsSo what sounds were calling me?

A passageway, so dark, unwound beyondAnd in the darkness of the tunnel lay

An old spiral staircaseWhere bound upon a banister

Hung a down turned silver crossI walked with caution up the swirling spiral stair

Unaware of a flow of molten fireSweeping out so far below

And with every step I took

I heard the weeping of the lonely onesAnd saw the face of the dead with every wistful look

I reached out into a burning crystal lightBut lost my step

I tumbled,Humbled within a shadowed cold abyss

Where I danced to the eerie music in a cloud shroudingmist

There I heard the cries of the faceless onesWho would never eat at the Banquet

The cast out forgotten sons

Who, unforgiven, were wrapped in a blanketOf smothering stygian black,

Callously dismissed from above and beneathWarranting not the gibbet, nor the wreath

No harp played here, not within these dark vaultsStark and empty, but touched by sin.

A torturing pain so sharp burned withinAs jets of searing flame

Came tearing from the molten well belowThe fire lit smoke choked Hell

Where the demonic Styx did flow

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My Journey into Hell

I knew as soon as I had diedThat they would welcome me insideInto a world of pain filled toil

Shrouded in darkness beneath the soil

Inside a coffin of padded oakMy soul did stir and I awoke

I did not breathe for I was deadMy wax like form my life had shed

Through the lid I tried to riseBut I could not for my demise

Had called for me to stay withinAs the price to pay for all my sin

It was then and there I knew my fateBut now I knew it was too late

As I tumbled downwards into HellGone forever my protective shell

Distant voices called for meBroke from the flesh into fantasy

Swirled from the body that clasped so tightTo join the voices of the night

Cerberus growls at the Tempters gateAs into Hell to infernal fate

An unclean spirit is dragged by his hairInto the abyss the stygian lair

Beyond the beyond my silent screamStayed within this nightmare dream

For I a victim of a violent timeRemained cursed forever for my crime

Fire spirits and demon hoards

Demonical masters the overlordsSway within the brimstone flame

Cast into Gehenna to eternal shame

Above shone the light of eternal blissOh give me my Lords face to kiss

But in this God forsaken placeI had fallen swift from grace

For in the shadows the demons danceAs tortured souls in a trance

Walked and wandered with clouded gazeThrough the cabalistic corridors of this maze

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The Prisoners Lament

The walls rise from the soilTower high above us all

Enclosed entombed in the dark and the gloom

Seal us all inside the invisible cageReach out hands clasped in a fist

Twist with flailing armsSmash them down with gasping rageIn the dawn of the golden sunrise

Do not demiseRise and tower

Hold out never cowerStand not within the shadow

Severe the snareShow your power!

Never be trodden in the dustClimb upon the winds warm gust

Free like a bird, swoop above the worldLook across the sea

Listen to the swirling oceanKeep your wings beating and in motion

Kiss the mistress of the seaBreak with the surf on the golden shore

Sparkle in the sunlightAnd soar above into the sun

Your freedom has only just begun

Share it all with everyoneBut the cage it does entwine me

Like barbed wire ivySweeping up my body

It will never set me free

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Seconds

Live for the momentEach second of time

Glimpse simple beauty

In the structure of rhymeTouch a lone snowflake

On the tip of your tongueOr remember the words

Of a song you once sungCherish the thoughtOf gentle laughter

Remember a kissOf love ever afterLook at the world

Beyond your own time

This world filled with wonderA beauty sublime

Yet live for the momentWhatever it be

Revel in your timeFor what you can see

Cherish each wordThat you choose to speak

Make seconds and hoursEach day of the week

Worthy of living

And make others careFor this is your life

That we all need to share

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Mistress of the Sea

Mistress of the deep blue seaYou take my hand and on you guide me

Through the swirling waves

Where Davy Jones has laid our gravesA lover of the foaming ocean

The cascading waves break with emotionOn the shores that lead to land

Across the pebbles amongst the sandCrabs and shrimps they scuttle thereHearts and minds so free from careAmongst the rocks in crystal pools

Where breaking waves form waterfallsI sat alone upon the beach

Watched sea gull flying out of reach

Soaring silent through the skyThey will claim my soul the day I die

With an old ivory pipe between my teethI have sailed the straights and the Great Barrier Reef

I have seen the corals beneath the wavesAnd here with my mistress I will make my grave

Over the distant thunder of the roaring tideI have called to my mistress so deep insideWhere she danced beneath in glittering surf

That soft singing mermaid of watery birthIn my dreams I see a beach

Upon an island out of reachWhere human kind has never beenTranquil, sand swept so sereneI hope one day to sail my boat

To this island so remoteAnd live in peace on golden shoreToday tomorrow and forever more

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The Wise Man

The wise man sat upon the hillDeep in thought he sat so still

He was old and grey and robed in white

And I walked for miles to see this sightMen and women gathered round

And listened for the slightest soundThe little man stared straight ahead

What thoughts were flooding through his head?He closed his eyes and began to mutter

My heart it jumped and began to flutterCould he tell us lifes true meaning?

Or was he just asleep and dreaming?I He said in a quiet voice

I sit here because I have a choice

The crowds of people wanted moreWords of wisdom not heard before

The little man began to grinAnd raised his hand to scratch his chin

In this world we seek a reasonFor each day and every season

We want to know why we are hereTo find the meaning of each year

The little man shrugged each shoulderPerhaps Im wise because Im older?

Or because I sit alone in thought

You think I know more than I ought?What makes me wise is very little

Im very old and my bones are brittleI sit alone because I can

Apart from that Im just a manBut he was more than that the people thought

And they gave him gifts that they had broughtFor only a wise man lives alone

The wisest mind needs not flesh nor boneThe final words he spoke that day

As his followers strolled away

WereSome will follow some will lead

We all need guidance to succeedBut looking for the truth of living

Is not in gifts but in the love were giving

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The Shadow Weaverand the future

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The Shadow Weaver

Vengeance stemmed from the furyOf a violent acts struck for glory

Campaigns for God,

Through lands of blood,Gains were great, but the gory flood

Told the Shadow Weaver of another storyMen cut down in their prime,

Severed veins, the broken sword, a violent time,Human remains blessed by the Lord,

Such discord, in a world ruled by the steel of the swordWhispers from the Shadow Weaver mocked mans fate

Share the hatred at the gateIt seemed to say

The destructive act will seize the day

As if mankind had made a devils pactWritten not in ink, but by blood filled pen

Signed with the cross by foolish menWho bitten by a demons bite

Would only kill, and stave, and fightSilently the twisted one,

Would drop the sword and raise the gunThe Shadow Weaver with monstrous glee

Would be heard to speakOh what hatred mankind does wreak,

Break their bones and tear down the church

Cast out God,Bring back the birch

Now with the atom being splitBy the button the Weaver sits,

Waiting to free our worldWishing for oblivion to be unfurled

Prejudice, hatred, we all must share,To welcome thee of little careInto the Shadow Weavers lair

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The Four Winds

Beyond our Earth in cabalistic spaceA vacuous void a cold dead place

A colossal craft ploughed wearily on

In which thoughts of home had dwindled goneFor inside the ship in a somnolent stateWere a crew who did not know their fate

For what lurked beyond was an injurious beastAs where it had lived all other life had ceased

So now it waited deep inhumeAs its malevolent eyes watched the spaceship loom

Entombed within a prison shipAn infinite journey a fruitless trip

For the aliens cruelty to its own kindInside this floating cage confined

The hideous misfit waited withinAs it had cruelly immolated its own kin

The alien made an abattoir of its own worldDestruction and death from its claws unfurled

Whilst outside the ship the four winds blewWhile deep inside the brutes hunger grew

The Earth ship Explorer made a direction changeBringing the prison ship into her range

She trundled forward to interceptAnd to unleash the secret it had kept

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Metropolis

The shuffling hoards stifled by the fire from the coreWalking head bowed

Where the overlord enslaves with twisted law

Why? The lost ones askWhy must we exist within the confines of the mechanical

vaults, like grinding cogs in the great machineWho turn and twist towards the grave,

And burn inside a furnace of everlasting flame?As twilight ghosts we exist beneath a steam filled mist,

We cry for help but no one hears,We must complete our task

Through all the pain filled yearsBut darkness keeps us cast

Within the shadow of an everlasting night

That seems to last foreverAnd keeps us shrouded out of human sight

Then when we greet the Godhead at the Pearly GatesNo longer will our souls be buried

In the chasmed coffin of the living dead,For even though the bone has shed the flesh,

Only in death will the workers find their freedomSo when the wind batters and grinds

The rust stained machinesThe hidden ones up above that never hear the moans and

screams

Of those unseenWho toil for such a meagre wage

And never work for love

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Evolution

A glimpse through the gateway of timeI saw that crime had been erased

Phased out by the machines

Whose task had been to keep our world in checkThe effect of human souls

Whose goals had been to create a mechanical beingThat could control the world

Had hurled mankindInto a robot confined nightmareWhere the Earth had given birthTo a race of soulless creatures

A scientific new dawn had made our kind extinctFor the umbilical chain that linked us

To our chaotic computer children had been broken

And when the twisted creaturesHad been woken from their unnatural slumber

They plundered all our worldThe ill fated slip had begun some four hundred years

beforeWhen the computer chip began the final war

As the kiss of death had comeFrom disorganised lips of steel

And now this place is dead,Bled dry by a programmed need to masterEven their master who had made the seed

From which the machines had grownAnd now in this world their creator

Like our GodFlashed upon a million computer screens

That he was now unknown

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Machine

Through smoke, my eyes, red fireBurned brightly in the dark

I could see without the shadows

See through the stark ink black nightWhere light was not forthcoming

My eyes were hummingAnd my arms powered by an unnatural source

Clicked and whirledAs a transparent fluid swirled and coursed

Through each robotic veinTo gain my sight in both hypnotic eye

The optics infra redShone, blazed into the night,

Watching, searching, seeking any pinpoint of light

I lurched onwardsHunting for the remains of humanityWhos blind insanity had created me

In my mind a hated being seeing only hateToo late to scoff this technical wonder

Too late to switch me off.A child wild with fear hid in the next room

No walls could protect itThe gloom could not disguise the form

A warm body glowedFlowed with life

But fear and heavy breathWould stagnate into a swifter death

My electronic knife spun upon my wristMy gun upon the other one

With a twistSpun another cartridge into the barrel

I moved forward on hydraulic metal feetAlways forward

Because the humans were always in retreatThe blade cut as if through butter

The door lock shattered

And with a clutterTumbled to the floor

The war would claim anotherHumanities bastard son did not have a brother

I took aimThe rattle of the gun sparked and flamed

Shamed the little childHurled its body against the wall

The last of its kind to fall,To die?

Blood red, its corpse lay silent amongst the deadAs much alive as I

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The Final Act

So quiet were those ghostly plainsWhere the remains

Of mankind lay scattered

Battered by the final war that had turned their flesh tobone

And reduced the lands to dust.The violent spawn of hate

Had swept them to their fateThat of a dying nation lying slaughtered in their graves

A nation now unknownLost forever in this barren zone

The air had chilledAnd filled with a poisonous fog

An unnatural smog that made it difficult

To breathe or seeBut in the sky above

A dove floated free upon her poisoned wingsEach feather coated with a toxic poison dust

That gusted on the windFading all to nothing

As the bird she flew upon that breezeThe poison grew and seized her spirit

And she tumbled like a stoneInto a sea of twisted bone,And lay so silently to die

Moonlit shadows swept out in eerie coverAcross the polluted landscape

Where no other living creature could escapeThe gas choked stagnant air

Mother Nature who had warned us to bewareWept a single tear,

And began to wonder why the world had come to thisGently she kissed the dead goodnight

And the light went out foreverThe last drop of blood is shed

Our grave is sealed

The Earth is dead

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Last Words

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The Madmans Misery

The words form a pattern in a mind that is brokenWritten on paper which means nothing when spoken

They flood from the thoughts of a man with no time

To understand meaning or the techniques of rhymeLost in my thoughts that are fractu

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