Monthly Archives: October 2016

The Extreme

As happiness is simply a concept and pure love only lived in a dream, If your imagination became your reality could life be lived to the extreme? As the extreme must by nature be infinite then how could one ever … Continue reading

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Hypnotic Fantasies Hanging On A Line

  Indifference built the walls that locked creativity in. Self-interest added the wire that compounded that sin. Expression was apprehended as complacency swallowed the keys And there was no public trial, and no one listened to the pleas. Innocence was … Continue reading

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Her

  Her smile was so intense it beggared belief. It beckoned, it said. “Give me relief. Take me from this place. Give me breath, If I were to stay I face only death. I need to be wanted. I need … Continue reading

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Don’t Label Me With A Name

Don’t label me with a name. Don’t label me by colour. I am me, I am no other. Don’t foster on me your bigotry, Nor peddle me your deception. I’ll live my life as it pleases me, Through my own … Continue reading

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A Night

‘Tell me of love’ She beseeched of me As the night rolled on endlessly. Never stopping she made her demands, As I complied to her passionate commands. This way, that way! I begged for a rest. Have a smoke, catch … Continue reading

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To rise from a barren earth. To soar above, to wing away. To escape from all that’s lacking, and live to love another day. © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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Why Did They Have To Die?

Show me your gun, show me your bullet.  Tell the widow your reasons why you done it. I’ll show you a grave. I’ll show a plaque.  I’ll show you a man with no bones in his back. Give him your reasons, … Continue reading

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Armageddon

  At the end of life, on the edge of time. There’s no air to breathe, there’s no enzyme. There’s no reaction, the catalyst is broke. There are only tubes where the crawling choke. The analysts are gone, nothing is … Continue reading

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