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If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth
The lies that damn our sacred vows,
Then burning death awaits its call
On devil’s wings and those that crawl.
 
Death too sweet for an arrow strike.
That taste of death before comes the smell of afterlife.
The condemnation as a curse
On those who use lies to coerce.
 
Speak of love, say loud the wise
Of truth, that denounce all the lies
Of a love that passed and disappeared,
Within innocent eyes filled only with tears.
 
Waste, what of it? Do we care?
Enough to the throw compassion bare.
Strip your heart, expose the flesh!
Show it quietly to those who rest.
 
Those who waited for the crashing sound
As truth was buried in sandy ground
Now hide those ears so once deceived
By the lies you all so once believed.
 
Throw wide the eyes, free the dove.
Let flourish only the true words of love.
 
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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