The Kiss

I awoke...
If sleep was where I’d been,
from a dream that was indeed my life.

As I spoke
to no-one but myself,
my intention was to hear my breath.

As I lay
amidst the grass and leaves,
cold, so damp and silent was the night.

Turned my gaze
towards the hoary moon,
memories returning of my death.

“Strange” I thought,
when images recalled
dragged me through the scenes of my demise.

Yet I felt
no heartbeat in my chest
nor the warmth of liquid in my veins.

Never more
A tragic scene than this.
Cursed fortune ~ thus my future lies.

Raven black
and bloodstained was the kiss,
slave to which this soul is bound in chains.

'Emiline'
Or similar
the name
of the one who’d lured me to this fate.

Induced this now
imprisoned soul and mind
with so pure a beauty yet so rare.

Every word
SHE spoke I had to hear.
Every smile was meant for me alone.

And her touch
brought warmth without compare.
Hers, a world I deeply yearned to share.

Foolish heart.
No lessons from your past
taught that all is never as it seems?

Now I lie
forsaken.
As a child
Yet to learn the meaning of its birth.

Too late now
to steer the winds of time
from the place that sees me as I am.

But should I not
beget the mourner’s prayer?
Should I not be buried in the earth?

Tales there are,
permit me to indulge,
Witches, werewolves, warlocks and the like.

Anecdotes
of ghosts and poltergeist,
spirit-filled dimensions few can see.

I can now
relate this to my plight,
though I speak not of an evil spell.

Left to walk
into eternity.
This the vampire’s kiss has done to me.

Dad's Drama

"I'm off to die in comfort!"
It was this my father said.
That signalled he'd decided
He was going up to bed.

Then spun upon his heels
As if intentionally creating dramas.
"Don't look!", he said, remembering
The hole in his pyjamas.

We smiled inside then closed our eyes
Ridiculously late.
Saw bums beneath our eyelids
But we kept our faces straight.

Just Sometimes

Sometimes
I feel
Dark

That’s when I’ve no allegiance to the throne
And no respect for politics
I’m sick of what they represent
Their lies
Their tricks.

At times
I feel
Sad

That’s when justice seems absent from the world
And few folk get what they deserve
When human life gets no respect
From pimp
Or perv.

Sometimes
I feel
Sick

That’s when the racists seem to get their way
And insults lead to violent thought
To blades, bullets and even bombs
To cut
Life short

At times
I feel
Lost

That’s when the world seems just an empty place
Devoid of love and ruled by fear
Perhaps it’s true for human-kind
The end
Draws near.

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Sin City (Epilogue of the Tyrant's Legacy)

Sin City
Where I heard your name
For Shame

You cast your ill intention
Not to mention your disdain for life
And now what's left to gain
From this domain?

Sin City
Where your image will remain
Like shards of glass embedded deep
Within the flesh of those who've yet
To feel the pain.

Sin City
Lost to hope
Was that your wish?
Infested substitute for life
Embodies all who chose to eat
Food from your dish.

I've often spat into your face within my dreams
I've often cried with tears of blood
And even deafened my own ears with my own screams

Sin City
Beyond pity
Beyond mercy
Beyond hope
Beyond Life

Ban The Bomb

I feel docile but I'm gonna run eight mile

My stamina on
trial

Diggin deep for a
while with a smile

Can I do
it in style?

Or will I land
in a heap - in a pile

Coughing mucus and bile?



At eleven a.m
say hello to the creme de la creme

Then again, I'm in need of a friend

When we start and I blend on a track with no
end

Into hundreds who run
like to run is the trend

And
to walk is to be round the bend

Yes I'm slow but not out to offend!



Then remembering why I'm not shy to apply

Even though I'm a guy you
could call a small fry

Gonna
try til I cry

For the folk
who live little and die

When
the governments lie

And
landmines in their fields blow their bones to the sky

And for those left who try to deny

Greeting new plastic limbs
with a sigh.

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My Christmas Cracker.


Dear Friend
Can I please send you
Warm wishes at this time?

To help to take your mind off things
Like household bills and crime.

I’ve seen old Christmas raising
Its strange old head again.

And wondered if I’m crazy to think,
“Oh no, what a pain!!!”

It’s not because it’s boring
Or I’m an age old fart

But how ironic that it’s where
So many troubles start.

Cos’ Christmas equals crisis
In many poor folks eyes.

The cash that’s spent not on the rent
On sausage rolls and pies.

And so I send warm wishes saying,
“Yow man – Keep it real!!”

Cos’ Christmas ain’t bout what you spend
It’s what you think and feel.

And who you share nuff love with and
Not so much why but when.

Bearing in mind that some folk
You may never see again.

And so I send warm wishes adding these words to depart.
Keep your money in your pocket
Spend for Christmas with your heart.

***Merry Christmas ***

Inner Peace

I have made peace with myself
I've listened to my soul
My long fought war is over
I've finally gained control
No more a life of torment
Or struggling to make sense
Of destitution, apathy,
Self pity or pretence.
I have made peace with myself
I've waved the chequered flag
Forthwith I have declared no more
To let my spirit sag
And when within my casualties of war are dragged away,
Like battered, bloodied remnants of a war torn yesterday
My self stands strong in victory and much more than that is known
My character is bettered and my confidence has grown.
I am at peace with myself
I've settled on the Rock
I’ll cry no more for comfort
Nor plead about my stock
For what is life material but hopes and dreams in vain?
When said that you have all there is,
What else is there to gain?
No, lets make peace with ourselves
Whilst time for that remains
Let’s recognise true riches
And what true love attains.

Medical Card

(Verse 1)

Brother man how could you spill my blood?

I came from a downclass neighbourhood

I got three mouths to feed and a woman in need

And I gotta lotta life left to lead.

I saw you was talking to a friend of mine

I didn't understand it was a delicate time

Now you better call a doctor cos I'm bleeding hard

For curiosity is this my reward?

Look in my pocket for my medical card.

(Chorus)

Everytime I look I see the same thing happening

Brothers fighting brothers and all of us are losing

Sisters fighting sisters and all of us are crying

When are we gonna realise there's too much needless dieing?

(Verse 2)

Brother man how could you take my life

When I walked like a lamb to the sacrifice?

Didn't foresee there was a problem ahead

I coulda deh a yard dhe wid me people instead.

I saw you was reasoning with a friend of mine

Didn't understand until I saw the blade shine

Now you better call a doctor cos I'm bleeding so hard

For my morality is this my reward?

Look in my pocket for my medical card.

(Chorus)

Every time I look....

Mix Up (Sex Merry Go Round)

Alex calls Rex cos Rex likes hot sex
Phone goes to voicemail
Alex gets vex.

Sue likes Simeon
Wishes he would give her one
Sex on the first date
Now he’s long gone.

Mark’s in the park after dark
With his boyfriend Clark
The relationship’s lost its spark

Poor Emily has an s.t.d
Which she picked up for free
From her partner Ronnie

Carl gets keen cos he knows Charlene’s on the scene
And he’s already been in between.

Zak’s in a tizz
Since his girlfriend Liz took whizz
And his best mate Baz did the biz.

Man what a mix up
Everybody fix up
Too many folk drinking from the same cup.

If Peace Be The Prize

The butcher wields his knife and says,
"Yes it's okay to kill.
To do it takes some heart,
Some strength
Even a little skill.
After the first few times won't even see the blood you spill.
Yes, it's alright to kill."

The peddler wields his tongue and says,
"Man it's okay to lie.
Not all the time
Just til you see your profits multiply.
And maybe after that just to protect your piece of pie.
Man it's not bad to lie."

The glutton wields his fork and says,
"It sure feels good to eat.
Three meals a day and more can only keep me feeling sweet.
Some folk - man it's a wonder they don't pass out in the street.
Yes
I just love to eat."

The victim wields his heart to ask,
"Is it not right to care?
To love enough to conquer every plight in life we share.
And if peace be the prize
To honour every life out there.
It can't be wrong to care."

LOVE

Love gave me a second chance
Since my life seemed fit for nought
Burdened, broken, ever lost
To the love I sought

Yet love had often heard my cries
Witnessed my demise
My pain
Tears my testimony bore
Of this earthly strain

Love was never far away
But my eyes were dimmed of sight
Blinkered, drawn away from love
Focused on my plight

Love I heard you call my name
Softly knocking at my door
Entered and you washed the blood
From the clothes I wore

And since sweet love has set me free
Saved me from the paupers grave
Riches of the Heaven’s kind
In my heart I save.

The Light

Somewhere somehow I can hear your voice calling
Like a lone candle light faint but not failing
"What is the the purpose and where should I be?"
Sweet shines the light through which others can see.

Faith leads the way when you feel your flame flickering
Captured in winds that are wild and tormenting
Darkness abounds threatening all liberty
But sweet shines the light by which others can see.

Take a moment
Say a prayer
"Blessed Lord be near"

Then rest in the love that is yours every day
As God speaks through your heart...
"I'm here."