A Discourse Of One

Posted on March 15, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

I guess there comes a point in a great many people’s lives when enough is enough. To give up is not only a way out, but a very attractive option.

That may arise in an important area such as a relationship or, a relatively minor one; a hobby.

It could come about on a car journey. Having taken a few too many wrong turns, the will to carry on is also lost.

That experience could apply to life itself!

 

As knocks come a plenty in a life that’s been led to the full.

Could one knock be too many for a man who has been a fool.

Memory.

The reality of failure can and often does exceed the memory of success.

Would it be correct to say that only death can put bad memories to rest?

But

If one has ridden the turbulent waves of life and survived,

Would not the memories of those successes override all doubts when revived.

 

To reason or to debate with oneself is pointless yet it is oneself that lives the indecision.

Memories should be censored and prescribed as a controlled hallucinating ration.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 

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The Game

Posted on March 14, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

It’s not about how one plays the game.

It’s not about the taking part, stiff upper lip, wipe your mouth and walk away.

It’s only about winning and counting the bruises that mark the body at the end.

The more scars, the harder the battle! The deeper the smile the sweeter the taste of victory!

Let those who wish to participate for glory’s sake, or to see their name written in lights, quake on mention of your name.

Let those who played ‘well’ with their misplaced sense of honour intact, bury their pride in the very mud your boots churned over and spat over virgin blades.

It’s not ‘play up, play up and play the game’ it’s cut and blood, aching bones, heaving lungs and proud pain!

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A Cosmic Contraction

Posted on March 10, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

Did conscious thought precede the consciousness of actions or did they coincide with a catastrophic cosmic contraction?

Would the contraction of one’s own moral sense of wrong help one to feel at home in modern society and thereby belong?

If one subtracted the matrix of ideology away from the triviality of conviction would that align the complexity of the rival politicians?

As speculation almost always ends in a lie, surely that must prove that the rules of rationality still apply?

As sanity is clearly not rewarded here on earth, will we see its contraction and eventual its true lack of worth?

When will contracted truth finally subside, and insanity be preached then truly recognised?

Truth is a single entity within a structure intricate but submerged, declining transmutation never having emerged.

Honesty died in a catastrophic cosmic contraction! Evil never existed! Read today’s contagious convoluted caption.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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When Is It Right To Blame?

Posted on March 8, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

Pain, where is your sting, that thunderous hurt when pain begins and conscious thought dies?

Is it that first stab as flesh bleeds from a slashed wrist or when the second cut bites deeper?

The oozing bloodied sore etched on a child’s cheek or the recognition of desolation as safety is no more?

The strike of that flaying poker across a face, or the knowledge that the hand that struck will strike again, again, again.

Did the pain hit before the blow? Was it as simultaneous as thirst is quenched by drink?

Has the taste for pain quenched any tyrant’s thirst? Has your time in pain yet to burst? For some it never does!

Hearts die because of pain. Either emotionally or physically or both.

Death pain can linger in time, but since time began we will all die. Do pain and time correlate?

Pain at birth for the mother and child. Does the pain leave the mother on discovery that her child is demonised, as quickly as it does when giving life to a monster?

Memory is pain trying to hide. Does the pain only hurt when it’s too late?

Suffer in silence. Inject the morphine, float on that passing cloud.

Scream in anguish hope to die whilst shouting the pain out loud.

Deafen that torturer until he turns and runs to find another to inflict, or not?

Be altruistic! To be unselfish whilst enduring that which cannot be endured, How can pain be cured?

Pain can be transient, but it can be eternal. A sin charged living hell agonising in flame.

Lashings of life cut deep leaving scars that can be both seen and invisible to the eye.

Pain, where hides your alibi?

When is it right to blame?

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Dance With Love.

Posted on March 7, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

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A red dress on a sultry frame can,

And often does, drive a man insane.

A swaggering walk, a gentle disposition,

Can send all other thoughts into remission.

Love is the game entered by fools.

Passion is the play; it has no rules.

Another place, another day.

Another seductive figure passes your way.

Those in love would pass up the chance.

Those not; would enjoy the dance!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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The First Night

Posted on March 6, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

The First Night.

On a hook, one can hang a coat. A clever hook, written by an author, can get a look at his book.
A hook is dangled when one is lucky and is at the end of a sensuous look!
A light can be something to follow. A light can light many streets. A light may come on when it’s someone special one meets.
One can hold a candle. A candle can show the way. Several candles can be lit from one without the power going away!
In America, the boot is the trunk. In wet weather, it’s advisable to wear boots instead of shoes. A boot in the groin can be painful as well as leaving a bruise!
It’s said that love can move a mountain. “Move on” is a cliche that a police officer may say.

AFTER 98 DAYS MY WIFE AND I FINALLY MOVED FROM OUR DAUGHTER’S HOUSE AND INTO OUR NEW HOME TODAY!

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The Bells of Life, by Danny Kemp

Posted on March 5, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

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In the near distance a church bell rings,

The same nightly tune before the chorister starts the hymns,

The church stands for tradition and for what some believe.

The bell signals a place of peace, where one can grieve.

Religion and beliefs give solace to some.

For other’s it’s insurance for when the fatal day does come.

Life changes are not only restricted to when one is dead.

Paths that are lived can be twisted, then down new ones one is led.

Each twist can feel like death from endless slashes of a knife

Whilst down others, there are opportunities to begin a new life.

As the solitary bell now strikes its dulcet ring,

Are you walking the path of your own choosing?

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Any Old Day!

Posted on March 4, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

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A day without pleasure requires a lot of self-restraint.
A day without happiness would tax the patience of a Saint.
A day without laughter would be a day I’d hate to live
And for a day without love, not one penny would I give.

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The Decay Of Mankind, by Danny Kemp

Posted on March 4, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

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You fair weather sailor, you ne’er do well,
Turn your bow northwards and feel the oceans swell.

Unleash the main sail skywards, take captive the wind.
Feel the power that was trapped, but now released from within.

Go seek your fortune amongst the fury and the wave.
Pursue the hidden panacea that’s always there for the brave.

Batten down your fears, lock the sea anchor away,
Let fly the might of man without mankind’s decay!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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Never Let The Devil Speak, by Danny Kemp

Posted on March 3, 2015 by Daniel Kemp

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Pack a loaded gun…Keep it at your side.

If someone takes a run…Know it’s them that lied.

Never miss a shot……Shoot ’em so they die.

Live a secret life….Shoot them in the eye

Knock ‘em down dead….Let the blood rain.

Paint the floor red….You’ll never to be the same.

Pack a loaded gun…Keep it at your side.

Never leave the others….Any place to hide.

Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down dead.

Never speak a word….That don’t need to be said.

Find the weakness in others…Use your time well.

If you pack that gun….Never leave it still.

Keep the safety off….But the trigger tight.

Take your shot quick…Kill with all your might.

Keep your tool primed…Like a dog about to bark

Tell ‘em nothing at all….Keep ‘em in the dark

When it comes to die…. Smell it ‘fore it comes.

You’ve had a hard time…Let ‘em bury you with your guns.

But never say goodbye… Never let it end.

Keep the game playing….Never let it mend.

Chorus….

Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down dead.

Never speak a word….That don’t need to be said.

Find the weakness in others…Use your time well.

If you pack that gun….Never leave it still.

Keep your tool primed…Like a dog about to bark

Watch the bullets fly…..See how they spark

Bury the gear deep……Hold the secret fast

Be your own man……‘Til the day that’s your last

Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down. Shoot ‘em down dead.

Now you can’t speak a word….There’s nothing to be said.

Let others find the weakness….You’ve done your time.

KILL THE BASTARDS DEAD…..LET THE GUNS FIRE OFF IN RHYME!

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all dead.

Never leave the devil with a word that could be said.

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