Just like James Dean

Dear Cousin Vinnie desired to be mean

hard as nails, run with the gang

die very young just like James Dean

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear Cousin Vinnie in with the scene

one look with silence all it would need, pretty girls attracted to the dream

hard as nails and twice as mean

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear cousin Vinnie always too keen

to be in hell,

take some drugs to go and sell

fit in with the sort of scum there could be                       die very young just like James Dean

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear Cousin Vinnie the most intelligent at school 

robbed a bank with a gun to be seen as cool 

seven years incarcerated in a cell painted green

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear Cousin Vinnie convinced by his own zeal injected some drugs, from his girlfriend would steal 

lost lots of weight forgot his last meal

wished to die young just like James Dean

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear Cousin Vinnie on the edge of blame

living in a fantasy, thought he knew the game, eloquently exaggerated his own fame, smartly dressed to pristine 

loved by my mum Doreen 

Yet to me he was the kindest person that's ever been seen

Dear Cousin Vinnie was alone

In his room, on his bedside lay some fine white powder and liquid on a spoon 

unable to comprehend, before' he was so clean although he wanted to die young just like James Dean

to me he was the kindest person that ever was seen.

A witty remark

A witty remark spoken with haste

deeply insensitive irrational waste

where it came from was evil bespoke

for the speaker was usually a very nice bloke, thoughtful of others never unkind

weeps at the news, feels for the blind

so where did it come from it certainly was steep to say such a horrible thing from the deep, apologies made forgiven at once,  though conscience will punish for being a dunce, never again will he speak with such farce, balance will come and have the last laugh.

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Harsh as a blistered wind

frozen to a natural blue

It is times like this 

When I think of you 

Drawn in deeply 

protective stance

wish you were here 

for one more dance

Solitude with loneliness

Loneliness in a crowd

crossing over the line 

covered in a shroud

Feel like shouting 

"look I am here"

it's easier to sleek down in a chair

Ignore the world

as if it's not here

Everything's heavenly

contradiction yet true

It will never be the same here

until I am with you. 

The Poet

performance without an audience

written with a broken heart

words of love that may have gone

though never meant to part

gregarious in his nature

with a Hidden depth 

articulated feelings, from a soul inept

humility as a warning

sentences on a page

conceptual with the detail

affectation into rage

so scribe the written pasture

the beauty of the beast

place it on a page of hell

for whoever cares the least.

Oppressed regression

content to suffer, no person has known

Contempt is all that has ever been shown

persecuted in execution, defeatist in life

beat with a chain, cut with a knife. 

fear is the bravest strength in ones sight

Pleasure in pain to howl with delight

Love Lost

How fragile life is

irreversible enough to live it free

freedom is a condition 

not everyone can see

whether in your heart 

your minds eye be

I missed the moment, 

for you are no longer here

you filled my life 

with warmth and cheer

forevermore on and on

Brobdingnagian world  

with pockets of space 

darkened by the missing

presence in your grace

I remember every detail

of a beautiful face

burdened not to show love

a gift given from the Lord above,

unpleasantly some find it a task

hidden rather within a mask

not appear to be seen weak

they do not know it is a gift

given to the celestial meek.

Pretence knows not why

they fear to begin

hence unhappy features

are saddened within

accepting love be ya tortured sin

Devil Child

A shadow of a fox, sly though he

contaminated by his smug triviality

devious to the chore and willful

to the soul he be

Merciless killing, slaughter of the lamb

abundantly clear yet hidden beneath

decieving through his unimbiguousness

hell to you or thee

The mind of Oxford where the rich boy doth play,

true to nature inconceivable sway

inequality for the helpless

a soothsayer way

Oh foolish nation opened the mind

to the cruelest mean of potent unkind

hell be damned a place to be

Sordid, wicked, irrationality

kindness, a revolutionary way 

the struggle onwards will see