Shadows of torment

I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race. 

Princess

A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity 

Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car

Dust settles then sticks not travelling far 

A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling

Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge

Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls

Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf

Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring. 

Long week

Fooled by the pressure, blown by the skirt

Sweat on the brow, dampened shirt 

Feet full of sorrow, wet by the flood

Shock of such a horror that has drained my blood

Temper tantrums terror, drying with the weather

Laying back down, hoping to tether

Rains came along to help grass seed

Smashed a lip on a chair, finger wiped the bleed

sucked it dry, locked it tight, 

set the alarm, so it’ll be alright

Time for fun, Pepper pig fun

Six and a half hours for a two hour run

Grand old Oak

The story is strange to a town in the mist

I felt a thud, my head I did kiss

Stepping slowly 123,  

bumping into a massive tree, 

I hardly had time to feel or see

While laying beneath, the grand old Oak

Or so I thought until it spoke

“What were you doing?” It enquired cheaply

’I was rushing home quickly, til I hit a tree’

“I’m not a tree, I’m rather big you see, you bumping like that took the wind out of me”

I made excuses then quickly left, 

I could not help feeling so sad and Bereft

Turning around to say goodbye to that bloke

All I could see was a grand old Oak.

You have the right to fight

I’ll give you a million, what will you do? Buy tons  of make up and the most expensive shoes, blow it on marijuana , Caviar at a steal, champagne on ice, hallucinating pills, I’ll give you twenty, you’d be dead in a month, with all the alcohol, expensive food for lunch, pay high taxes to even whats due, there’s a few in government that will say “that’ll do”, the majority have struggled on a measly wage, isn’t it time to turn the page?, forget the debt, position in the world, there’s people dying while you stuff yourselves. Homelessness, rotten teeth, the uks in trouble, you’ll never smell the stench, while in your bubble, your whole world could crumble if you lose your health, let’s hope you can afford it, keep storing your wealth, the surplus population will be dealt with by the score, disease by the masses, a glorious war, never be forlorn, just put up a fight, as a free voter you have every right, continue to be brave, Change what’s bad to good, then punch the air and enjoy some freedom…….just like you should! 

Imagine that!!

A Lark or a laugh, a web of deceit, 

creature creep while you lay asleep 

It lurks under the bed, it’s in your head

be very careful, you could wind up dead,

Sky be rain, shadows fall

heads will roll if you stand too tall. 

Slice or slither, cut like butter 

wings flap away with a little flutter

Telling lies, so the story flies

a bitter widow rarely cries

Guns of sponge, bullets of plastic

bounce then blind as if shooting elastic

Dreams of reality, they could be true

Black and white, vicious dogs chew

Eat your heart, bite your leg

grind your bones, break your neck.

Is it true?, wildly free, 

fantasyland or in your dreams?

Is it real, is it fake?

is there a sword in the lake?.

A journeys end

Incarcerated within a moveable cell, years of pain and debauchered hell, prodded endlessly tortured with words, encouragement to work to purchase gruel, feeding fat in a burger grill, drugs galore, endless punishment until you can bare no more, age cripples, throbbing ripples, aching entity, remembering loss, isn’t it a pity, moving to the country from a cruel city, time has a limit, a sell by date, death of a prison, the end of hate, loosened becomes from a solid mass, fly to freedom whatever the class, be free for a thousand years or score, until your burden is not felt anymore.