Vacant faces with no traces,
Of what’s happening inside.
Always rushing never slowing,
To secret places they glide.
Voices shouting, ears not hearing,
Places sought to hide.
Men are digging, machines are hammering,
Sanity does collide.
City heaving, no one breathing.
No resting place to reside.
Rhythms of a city. Noises without pity.
Take me to the countryside!
© 2013, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
A Cockney Boy
I’m thankful I’m a London boy, that’s where I was born, bred and raised.
I’ll stay a London boy until the end of my days.
I don’t want to change a thing, I’m proud of what I am.
I would hate to live a life where all is just a sham.
I had a good education, as I went to a very good school.
I can speak in an upper-class voice, but speech is only a tool.
I look on life in a cheerful way, always trying to smile.
But lately, I have to say, I can only hold that pose for a while!
Now, too many people are pedestrian, with scarcely a thought of their own.
Instead of what’s on their shoulders, there should be a hollow stone.
Platitudes don’t sit well with me, they’re meaningless and banal.
I prefer people with an imaginative mind, who are insightful and have their own style.
London is an ever-changing city, with an ever-changing face.
It can be a challenging scene, if you don’t know your way around the place
Foreign languages are spoken everywhere, unnecessarily rude sometimes it seems to me.
Because I’m just plain speaking man. I’m a cockney boy you see!
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
As The Day Ends, by Danny Kemp
(US) http://www.amazon.com/As-Day-Ends-Danny-Kemp-ebook/dp/B00N62X0EW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409898047&sr=1-1&keywords=As+The+Day+Ends
(UK) http://www.amazon.co.uk/As-Day-Ends-Danny-Kemp-ebook/dp/B00N62X0EW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409898208&sr=1-1&keywords=as+the+day+ends
She had a certain certainty that set alight the industry, and soon she was proclaimed Queen over all that remained.
She could dance, she could sing, she had an angelic voice. People looked on in compulsion, as if they had no choice.
They waited, they stood, they queued for hours and hours. Just to be in her presence and to feel her powers.
Some wanted to own her then rip her apart, to examine the size and nature of such a pure, unspoiled heart.
But had they looked deep into her light blue eyes, they would have seen her pain and understood why she lived such lies.
She was tired, she was ill, she had nothing left, but she had no desire to leave anyone feeling bereft.
Everyday was just a show she put on as she went along, but in truth she was performing her own death song.
When death finally came it hit hard and fast, but you’re lucky that she left you a legacy that will forever last.
Her name now stands for honesty, strength and resolution in despair.
Is there anyone of you who could empty your soul, whilst alone and so bare?
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
As soon as I was born I decided that to become the most efficient bladder this world had ever seen, needed application and practise.
I set about my task, from an early age, with vigour and forthright intent. It was soon obvious to my parents that normal nappies (I think our American friends call the same thing, diapers) would just not do.
In my world, number ones were less frequent than number twos. However, somewhat similar to the local buses, sometimes everything came along together! A drastic strategy was needed.
My father patented the first zipped, fly front nappy, and I was used as his guinea pig. Did I love it, or what!
Nothing was safe if within range. Flies were doused, spiders were attacked, walls were washed and a variety of pattens painted on the faces of unsuspecting admirers come to marvel at my expertise!
In order to achieve the status my talent demanded, range needed to be increased!
In order to accomplish this, I learned how to withhold more ammunition by drinking copious amounts of any kind of fluid and simply holding it in.
This of course required the building of muscle tissue. Bladder stretching is an art form that I perfected.
A brief summary: (I cannot give too much information away as my publisher, Mr Kidney, will flood me with a swamping deluge of unreasonable demands on my time)
1) Drink loads.
2) Hold your breath. Increasing the time held gradually.
3) Do NOT let loose your normal barrage. Small rounds at a time need to be fired off.
4) Constantly practise number three, leading eventually to firing off single rounds.
As I stated above, I am banned from providing more information, but there is more. Believe me!
I grew stronger and larger. At optimum times, I had enough stored ammunition to sink a small canoe. I know this to be true as during a couple of legs of the Devizes to Westminster International Canoe Race, a distance of some 125 miles, I sank two!
Not only was my capacity increasing, so was my aim! The four crew members of the boats I sank were not pleased. Not one tiny bit!
Hatred was beginning to appear, but so was admiration.
The Ministry Of Defence engaged me as the final weapon of war against low-flying enemy aircraft. I was stationed at the end of the landing runway at Heathrow airport and ordered to fire on incoming passenger jets.
The British Airports Authority soon changed runways, diverting air traffic to other airports. My aim was that good.
Soon, however, I had competition. An old adversary from school, Mr Blood, wanted some of the action. He invaded when my attention was elsewhere!
Slowly my stock dribbled, I mean dwindled. Blood was infecting, I mean affecting my supply.
As you can see from my typing, I have developed a life threatening illness….OLD AGE. Please stay clear of this at all cost.
I shall write another manual on how to stay young in the future, but for now you must wait, dribbling in expectation.
You will obviously be pleased to know that I am resisting Mr Blood as hard as I know how, but it is further weakening me. I now sleep a lot, and when not sleeping; feel excessively tired and empty.
I have a friend called Miss Twitter, who is pining for my normality and dexterity to return, but alas I fear this may take longer than she is willing to wait.
If you read this Dorothy Twitter, then know that my ardor for you is still there, and the intensity of feeling will flow again.
Written by that fool Danny Kemp whilst on medication for being insane.
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
LIVING, is for the expectant.
LIFE, is those dreams constraint.
For both, death is the final limitation.
How does “TO BE ALIVE” translate?
My legs won’t walk, my lungs can’t breathe.
Soon I’ll be crawling along on my knees.
My head is swimming, my eyes are weak.
I have no wish to try to speak.
My mouth is dry, my tongue is on fire.
I want to sleep. I have no other desire.
I wake ever hour with a need to pee,
But I must drink gallons of water. What’s happening to me?
I’m dizzy through lack of sleep,
I almost fall over, I’m now that weak.
My brain has slowed to a minute pace.
Thoughts of mine no longer can I trace.
Diabetes is an illness,
That’s debilitating and cruel.
It creeps up on you,
When you least expect it to!
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
Side By Side, by Danny Kemp
Hold the hand that’s offered,
Tightly in your own.
Share the love that’s whispered
Until no longer you feel alone.
Live the dream together,
As only lovers are able to do
Side by side in love,
Till death calls for you.
© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
A German’s View on Islam – worth reading because this is by far the best explanation of the Muslim terrorist
situation I have ever read. His references to past history are accurate and clear. The author of this email is Dr.
Emanuel Tanya, a well-known and well-respected psychiatrist–a man, whose family was German aristocracy
prior to World War II, and owned a number of large industries and estates.
When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism.
‘Very few people were true Nazis,’ he said, ‘but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care.
I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all
happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of our world had come.
My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories.’
We are told again and again by ‘experts’ and ‘talking heads’ that Islam is the religion of peace and that the vast majority of
Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant.
It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam.
The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars
worldwide.
It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic
wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor-kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning
and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. It is the fanatics who teach their young to kill and to become suicide bombers.
The hard, quantifiable fact is that the peaceful majority, the ‘silent majority,’ is cowed and extraneous.
Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people.
The peaceful majority were irrelevant.
China’s huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.
The average Japanese individual, prior to World War II, was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across
South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians, most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.
And who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were ‘peace loving’?
History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt.
Yet for all our powers of reason, we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.
Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up, because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that
the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.
Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others
have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late.
Could this be true?
Daniel Kemp 