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I'm sick of the fronts,
You haven't changed!
Who's the fool?
Who's been played?
Cast you out & your selfish ways!
I'm through with you,
Your absence of grace!
It's because of you,
I've lost my faith,
In a woman who's true,
& not a waste!
You've lost me forever,
I did not lose you,
I'll always remember,
Your selfish abuse!
I found myself,
While with you,
As you lost us both,
& gave yourself the boot!
It's easy to tell intentions,
As I sit with the blues,
As you run freely in your innocence,
You need serious HELP!
You can't show any love,
'Cause you have NO love,
For anyone but YOURSELF!
I'll never forgive & I'll never forget,
The shit that you did,
& the ways that I felt!
All of those kisses,
All of those words,
Which made your promises!
All of that,
Time,
Money,
Energy,
& love!
All a hideous huge lie,
Told by you,
To get what you want!
ILMFAO!
I see through,
Well now this is what you get,
This is how I do,
An evil karma cast out just for you,
An enemy with a deep hatred,
A doll used for voodoo!
What goes around comes around,
I believe it!
So screw you!
For what's it's worth,
It was fun with her,
Then my heart began to wither,
When together,
Had to let you go 'cause I won't share you,
I shouldn't have to,
I know I can do better! ! !

Christmas came and it aint the same ,
I had no Holly ,I had no Ivy ,
No damn Mistletoe , t'was a shame .
Christmas can come,
and it can go ,
But , a new year ?
Oh , what to do .
We all make our promises ,
that we dont keep .
But my promise , keeps me from sleep.
I want this world to end ,
I wish Father Time would take me with him,
Instead of throwing me back down and starting anew?
Whats the point of another year

Silently my mood redress,

tangled thoughts seem in a mess,

the mind unkind tries to tease,

mixed emotions like to squeeze,

light fades from gold to grey,

particles of dust float and sway,

along a beam of hazy view,

tears of rust slipping through,

beyond the echoes feel the noise,

trauma settles no surprise,

like a weight that has me down,

uncomfortable dusty flowing gown,

can see the temper fly within,

bloated out turning thin,

colours like water slowly drip,

mingled together become psychedelic,

emotions that held me tight affix,

my heart to stone my eyes to bricks,

my flesh gathers into dust,

sweating bones begin to rust,

back to earth I finally tread,

spirit released now has fled,

all I have that's left behind,

are random memories of your mind,

some words of love you neglect to say,

on yellowed paper fade away,

ashen clouds twirl asunder,

flesh to dust you have to wonder,

was this all we're meant to know,

a life undone that tried to grow,

Prologue

This is a drug induced poem by Bill who was an Hells Angel and a very close friend of mine he called me is little Bro' Bill died in 1992 when he rode his motorcycle off a cliff, it always seemed to me that this poem was (at the time) the final chapter of his life which he wrote 2 years before his death.

(Notoriety updated by request)

Blood pumping eye's burning, watch 'cos your mind is turning, digging deep into the bag, mainline the red white and blue, No! it's not the union jack, from whence before you had a clue, sweating cold, muscles aching, careful of the amount your taking, nevermind I'm not shy, I could tell you the reason why, digging deep, too deep for greed, can't seem to find my lines of speed.

pushing deep to far to see, the five mil rush, hunting for me, your eyes become voids of black, I hope I've got my trolly jack! somewhere your mind is screaming, bring back the hammer this boy is leaving, buzz yourself numb, speak untillyourdumb, in the morning watch the raysofthe morning sun.

Radioactivity falls from the skies, bearded men with warts in their eyes, cannonball run, tampon express!, no time to clean up that bloodymess, your spirit on its cosmic bike, leads you towards another spike, see the face of the moon, looking up from a spoon, no matter if you dig to deep, I know the mysteries that you seek, emptied my bag and I feel great!, I'm riding to fast to ejeculate, I could only speculate, has my sanity arrived to late?

Losing power, don't forget to bailout, the magical mystery tour is over, as to that there is no doubt, you fall like a brick from the sky, no longer all those miles high, well for six days now you've doneyourbest, done your drugs now take a rest, Oh! I see an angel, timely steed, tank full of petrol, bags fullofspeed, I've gone loco, now into acidnot the sulphuric kind, but those little micros which introducesyou toyourpsychedelicmind.

blow your skullular fuse, don't unplug now, because you'lllose, if you have the choice to choose, don't refuse, the more said the less fat to chew, but to those not stoned thiswillconfuse,

Laying beneath the balack oilydeep, they call the brimy foam, it dreams but never sleeps, heaves but never roams, that cold restless ocean, where those lost are never found, hearts like ships are broken, the screaming dead make no sound, the sea is never lifeless, yet it takes more than gives, its secrets though will not confess, and its memories not relive, my bike rolled off the cliff at speed, into the blackness below, my bones will rest amongst the shadows, of the mysteries and fall to earth assnow.

Epilogue

This poem was written by a close friend of mine who is no longer with us, Ive not altered or added or corrected his grammer published "as-is" the way he penned it so pleaseexcuseany errors. Bill Logan Ireland 1992

This cold dark night.....
its quiet in the house
everybody sleeping, nobody hear, nobody see

Moon lights up between dark clouds
its big, circular and filled with silver

Kissing my dirty window and sailing
searching into the room
track of little sparkle silver star
left behind, raining down
dancing in front of my eyes

When I reach out my hands to the silver rain
it disappear and become sand
running through my fingers
this cold dark night.....

I am frezzing.....
I could feel painful wind coming.....
ice cold hard wind, like a storm inside my body
leave frost in my heart and soul

My hands become white as snow
to get harder and harder to breathe
I can hear someone cry deep inside

I get buried in emptiness, silence and cold reality
its quiet in the house, nobody hear, nobody see

I have a dream.....
a dream I never can sleep of
this cold dark night.....


CINNA

All that kills will someday fade:
Will destroy itself with its own blade.
All that maims will be no more:
With legends will pass to yesterday's lore.

All thats good will take its place:
But I have gone without a trace.
All that's good does not cease,
And as time goes on, I am at peace.

All that hurts will pass away:
Will fade to mist eventually.
All that pains will slowly die:
Wither and wilt and slowly lie,
Beneath the earth, just like I.

Don’t let your feet touch the ground,

while spirits of malevolence drift around,

the only thing you know for certain,

what lays behind the ghostly curtain.

(Chorus) The night has been long,

the wound has been deep,

the pit has been dark,

and the walls have been steep.

Dark circles under your eyes,

a vacant look that's no surprise,

crimson thorns that tightly bind,

unanswered questions in your mind.

(Chorus)

Shifting seasons steals your breath,

while the reaper doles out death,

in the shadows of misty 'morrow,

angels weep with heartfelt sorrow.

(Chorus)

Spirits wax and often wane,

the wailing wind feels no pain,

souls that’s stolen in the night,

now turn black no longer bright.

(Chorus)

Blood that once flowed so free,

in hell denied its liberty,

dust prevails to mark the spot,

where bleached white bones begin to rot.

(Chorus)

Lightening thrusts like blades of flame,

thunder grabs the heart to claim,

love unfettered strikes a pose,

thorns of guilt fall from the rose.

(Chorus)

Candles flicker distort the white,

the breeze unbound whips to flight,

smoke that churns seems to jeer,

hides the torment in their tear.

(Chorus)

To walk this life we must be brave,

dusty footprints become your grave,

a smile to keep never to borrow,

a faded memory greets tomorrow.

(Chorus)

Tombstones topple turning green,

the faded epitaph no longer seen,

chilling shrouds shriek and moan,

an untamed spirit all alone.

(Chorus)

>>>>>>Thinking is a process of the mind>>>>>>>>>>>

>How it works as it strums along>

>>>>>>>>We can place much thought however,>>>>>>>>>

>Can take forever as time is short>

>>>>>>>>Promises of his touch is only to be told>>>>

>Can he stay glued?>

>>>>>>>>>I find he lets himself stick>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

>Finding myself within>

>>>>>>>>>>Myself is another thought>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

>Is the process to knowing he is gone>

>Never Think To Hard>

Living on borrowed time,

when your happy isn't such a crime,

you forget when you have the power,

to count the days that grow from hours.

Life seems such a blur,

on you go no need to care,

when your sad its such a blow,

that you notice time goes slow.

For all that you endeavour,

you seem to think you'll live forever,

you carry on going round and round,

your feet never touch the ground.

Along the orbit of time you follow,

you consume but unable to swallow,

progress toward an unseen line,

you race towards the end of time.

You hear the starting gun,

distracted you forget to run,

overwhelmed in a complicated place,

left alone in your disgrace.

The sun never seems to set,

but yesterday you can't forget,

maybe the moon is grey with sorrow,

because it never greets tomorrow.

The days slip slowly by,

the nights just seem to fly,

its over before its begun,

you try to crawl but need to run.

You race to meet a point in time,

from the ridiculous to sublime,

but its a race you'll never win,

no matter how close to the line you begin.

There's no trophy for you and I,

for a race you run then die,

just a footnote on a piece of stone,

covered by weeds that’s overgrown.

Cold the darkness outside
Black the air ,frost biten jack frost is about
The dim lite street lamps barely lite
Offer just enougth light to see the way

The glowing beems dazzle are eyes as the
Speeding cars race bye to get home to the saftey of there homes
To hide from the darkness to be safe in are home
The chill of the nite air offers no cover only to gangs commiting crimes

This their playgroud they cause so much bother
To law abidding residents in their homes
They don't go out into the darkness no more
Trapped in their homes to frieghtened to go on are blighted streets

Harm waits on are streets to apprend the most vulnarable
Residents wait for light to come to bring saftey to are streets and for everyone.