Why lust after the heavens and the stars in all the skies,
If love lies beside you and fills the whole of your eyes?
What can be found in violence that love can’t provide?
Only blood stained hearts with souls that have died.
In Heaven rests the souls of lovers wrapped around love’s arm
Hell provides the fiery comfort for those who only preach harm!
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Panic lives in silence, it’s one of the rules of its game.
It’s in silence that you hear the devil call your name.
Fear lives in silence. It’s what it does, it’s where it’s bred.
Silence is the devils haven into which you are led.
Evil lives in silence, That’s where it’s always seen.
Terror can be shouted in a silent scream!
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In ugly there is beauty, that’s an accepted fact,
In beauty one can find, all that ugly lack.
Ugly rides the air in the sounds that we hear.
I bet that where you’re standing it’s lurking very near.
Ugly is insidious, it pervades the very mind!
It makes the previously rational, coarse and unkind.
Ugly offends the eye, it deadens what’s in the ear.
It’s the pain that wells up and shows itself as a tear.
The world wasn’t made of ugly, but it has become that way,
Through man’s indifference and the results are clear today!
A new covering of tarmac, new concrete being poured.
The compelling lure of money is now more and more adored.
Dirt and grime are everywhere, they’re now included in written word.
But perhaps you think what I write is gibberish, and plainly quite absurd.
If those are your thoughts then I’m envious of your reason.
Your heart must be following beauty as its one true guiding beacon!
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Sanity is a balance between what is and what could be.
The insane have come to accept that there really is no fantasy!
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The horse galloped on, with a man on her back.
The reins were held tightly, the stirrups slack.
With aching muscles of both horse and man
The filly galloped onwards, it ran and ran!
Pain travelled upwards through his legs and back.
His life was being stretched on a bristling rack.
Pain, pain a stinging pain.
One that will stay, always remain.
No rest, no reprieve.
Only one choice; he chose it…..to leave!
The horse galloped on, the man still on her back,
The air was heavy, his eyes were black.
A broken heart inside him bled
And stained his clothing in a crimson red.
Running, running, running away, no rest all night nor through the day.
A curse had fallen, he’s under its spell. No one to listen, no one to tell!
Pain, pain a stinging pain.
One that will stay, always remain.
No rest, no reprieve.
Only one choice; he chose it……to leave!
The horse finally stopped, it was her will to survive.
The crestfallen man had withered and died.
Love caused his sickness, it ate and ate.
Nothing could stop it, nothing could satiate.
The filly reared, stamping hard on the ground
Love had left her saddle without a sound!
Pain, pain a stinging pain.
One that will stay, always remain.
Once a love has left it can not be retrieved,
Live love, love love, hold it tight never let it leave.
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An event I attended as a London police officer.
The brown bark of an oak tree hid the intent,
Of gunman, gun, and their shared contempt.
A soldier home on leave had heard the gossip,
Of his wife now living as an immoral trollop.
Stinging, words of betrayal and love flown elsewhere.
No need for any secret document on which to swear.
Two barrels, two shells crashed through her head.
He just stood there, blaming the dead.
The forgotten child screamed in pain,
At his mother’s death and his father’s shame!
Tears fell on an unkind ground,
Silently running away without a caring sound.
No angels sang that day
Nor any amounts of “sorry!” made the memory vanish away.
Father in hell,
Son as well.
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If you owned the mountains and all the land to the sea,
Would you give it all away so that others could be free?
If you held a heart and kept it captive in your own,
Have you the confidence to let it have the freedom to roam?
Every degree of freedom comes with a certain cost.
What would be the greatest thing that you wouldn’t want to be lost?
Did you think of love, was that the first on your mind?
Or, are you one of those who insist on love being redefined?
To love and to be merciful are both freedoms that can be enjoyed,
But not all are so lucky nor fanatics so mindfully inclined!
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An old one of mine that I came across today. I’ve reworked it slightly and offer it here……
What would this life if woman free, be for someone such as me?
Bereft of love, warmth and joy, that have all stood close since I was a boy.
Soft to touch, soft to hear, soft upon a listening ear.
Words to calm, words so sweet that quell that anger hid so deep.
Men are cruel. War they bring, on the heads of everything.
Whilst women soothe away the pain, that’s been caused in search of such little gain.
Men shout loud with intent of fear, whilst women sing of beauty deep and dear.
Songs of love, passion and joy that I have heard of since being a boy.
I wish I’d listened more to them, than fought the battles that I’ve been in.
Then I would not ache in this much pain and have so many things on which to complain.
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“I have a fear of life, a fear of myself. Living is falling, ending, smashing and destroyed.
A life of flaming hell lived within a void.”
So spoke the lady of tarnished love as she recalled her time.
Time is relative to a moment, a particle of space, so abstract as not to exist or feel.
Yet a time is so tangible, so physical, that it is real!
“My time was palpable, it pulsed, it beat.
It threw passion, it threw heat!
My time was invisible, not seen, nor heard.
My loving invitations were ignored or spurned.”
Indiscernible now stands the lady of tarnished love,
As words that are hidden inside a conspectus glove.
The oceans carry the tears that were cried when love confessed.
The crashing waves of the ocean are like the fears that love expressed.
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