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Rat-a-tat, BoyRat-a-tat, boy. Rat-a-tat, dear boy.
What a lovely gun you have got.
Rat-a-tat, boy. Rat-a-tat, dear boy.
Better join the ranks before you're shot.
Rat-a-tat, boy. Rat-a-tat, dear boy.
Don't you know you're going off to war?
Rat-a-tat, boy. Rat-a-tat, dear boy.
You have no idea what's in store.
Rat-a-tat, boy. Oh, dear sweet boy.
Can't you see the tears on their faces?
Fly away, boy. To the clouds, dear boy.
You'll be forever in our graces.
The Path in PutneyThere's a gate at the end of the path in Putney
Where memories wait and whisper
Do you remember when footsteps were smaller,
skipping down those stone stairs?
Football in little hands
I swear I'll beat you this time, Uncle!
The leather material is faded now
Scuffed and scratched, grass stains from years previous
Doesn't bounce as well either...
It's been a while
There's a tin by the path in Putney
Jars and decorated eggs as well
We may pause and gaze and remember
Let your eyes fade back to days of new Spring
Gentle souls, you remember
Words and touches made of magic
able to weave anything out of wondrous anything
The colourful cakes and sweets
The stories, oh the stories...
It has been a while
Hold my hand on the path in Putney
Hop, skip, jumps, shopping bags
Up the hill together
Humming a song your dad played
Only the chorus, such a little brain
Soft smiles and glances
Oh, those day...
It certainly has been a while
There's a gate at the end of the path in
City Lights and MovementThe apex of the skyscraper is where we stand
on it's needle like the darkest foreign hero seen in these lands.
Look down upon the city lights, city glare and city sirens
Even so, the shadows will cloak us
Ready 'til we jump.
And jump we shall! Next tower, next rooftop, railings,
stairs, keep running, stepping, leaping, moving,
We must keep on moving at will
lest they catch us before we land.
Think outside the box, the city is our playground
We shall not conform. Let us live, let us live.
Give that which is static ever precious movement
Flashing lights, neon lights
The strangest, most enrapturing hypnosis of the night.
Freedom can be folly if you know not how to keep it
Don't you know that we pride ourselves in this game of hide and seek it?
Watch as you stand in a crowd
Second guess yourself, think that you see us everywhere
and yet you do not.
Stalk carefully through the crowded streets
A shadow passes overhead.
You suspect correct, sir
But your sight i
Faith in the FallenYoung and independent, rebellion is forever in our souls,
Crying out for some sincerity, for them to no longer overlook
their young shadows.
The cycle of the day and the hours which pass are constant.
Flash floods of her tears and eruptions of molten anger belies
her true emotion.
It helps us not and we help not, not caring, not knowing, not
bothering to know.
Spite us then surely you know better in your wise old age
and yet you do not. Look at what you put us through
Making choices against our wishes that benefit you and no one else.
We will not forget this. Your line shall end and we shall endeavour
to take over, improve and make the same mistakes.
For we shall not be ourselves forever as time tires not
And then we shall be you.
The tears shall never end as the cycle repeats but this Earth
is not a perfect sphere and slowly, so very slowly, we shall
achieve the child's dream...
Dream away, we shall succeed. Just have faith
in the Fallen.
Inhibitions of the SoulSkies of blue where clouds leisurely pass their ways
Rays of liquid gold and a gentle breeze
The creatures scuttle by, so content, though their liberty
does not give way nor reveal
the strange chains
which hold me down
even in this ardent field.
Liquid life and winter innocence. Summer’s smile and the sweet rebirth…
I see it all and wonder wildly as the seasons
show so kindly the children’s laughs, the way of their psyche.
I wonder if I ever did match the sun’s delight,
The wind’s glee
and exhilarant bliss?
For surely one cannot know what one has not missed?
But these streets, so overcast yet they sear wandering feet
to move in superfluous progression while
Their creators, with callous machinations, glare with hot anticipation
to watch their ill-fated brood
For these strange chains,
they hold us down
Even in this ardent field.
Cracked WallsCracked Walls:
Cracks in this wall
Those eyes that look upon with distain
If those eyes looked
These cracks would be more
Than just cracks
Photos on this desk
Those eyes see
If those eyes
At these cracks
They would see
That they would hold
If those eyes
With these eyes
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
Thoughts of Someone Who StrugglesWhen arguments and fits of idiocy
break out among your peers
And the institute of education insists
on giving you work up to your ears
Ever so gradually you will fade into the
Your issues no longer worth the time
designated to you by life
Your tears no longer worth the care
so called loved ones apparently have
for your strife
Your life no longer worth the pain you
They will never notice your cries 'til
the time when it's too late
There's a time and a place where light
leads you forward
The shining gate to give you peace
A spirit's embrace to show you the way
Into finality and ending the chase
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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