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I was walking down a hall

There was carpet wall to wall ...


It was rather dark and dim

I was feeling uneasy and grim ...


The hall was long like a maze

It became darker; air like haze ...


Round the corner came a shadow of a trace

A figure of a man who shot me in the face ...

lifted leaves
either lay
or
to be
underfoot

a colur
settled
spring to
many more
God help you

a scream of...........
about
of
screams
of

vacant
ears

split
to
unheard voices

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

i feel the distance
and it says "farewell"

at the sinister shore
i just can see shadows

but the long valley
and the torturous road

nobody around me

just some trees can listen my cry

so i walk and i walk
and suddenly i cross the long and evil road

All the Rhymes in the world as big as it can be.
The Truth and the Lies we will never see.
A Glimpse here and there is not what you want.
That knowledge by chance will certainly Haunt.
If it is big enough to get you killed but by some reason.
You have a skill . To beat the odds till they cant handle it anymore.
God bless You

A thousand islands in the sea

I am an island, all on my own,
Eroded by the oceans foam,
God’s heaven temporarily on loan,
Like a grazing sheep, free to roam.

A thousand islands in the sea,
A plethora of souls isolated like me,
I am a chronicler of my times that’s been,
And some of these things my eyes have seen.

I find you in the mornings,
Like honey from the sun,
Rays shining through the blinds
Will fate today opt to be cruel or kind?

You whisper sweet reveries, of times you have seen,
And use subtle tricks to ascertain which way I will lean,
Insidious mind games, you plot to win,
Permutations of loss, loss through the wages of sin.

I am an island,
Destined to stand alone,
Aloof from the continent of fellow men,
But on the island is the ever moving scribe’s pen

So should you find me in the orchards in May,
And not having anything with my voice to say,
My words will be recorded in all its various stages,
As Bukowski said “Man’s soul or lack of it will be evident by what he can carve on a blank page”.

peggy sue.. got blue
as her man
he ran away
and left her
with a cabin full of bills

It's true.. she knew
that he'd up
and leave one day
and she slept
beneath a bottle
full of pills

and this bottle
eased her pain
bouncy castle's
for her brain

and she worked
her fingers
to the bone..

.. and the only friend
she had
was bein'
alone..



peggy sue.. like you
had dreams and plans
and schemes
voted
most likely
to rule the world

she tried..
and cried..
and cried and tried
some more
as the years
got caught by winds
and were unfurled

there's a hole
in mamma's brain
where all the pain goes
and that is life
and life is hard
I suppose
.
big dogs
do have big ears
its the same
with blood and tears
sweet bones
dont last too long
on broken rodeos

peggy sue
died too
in the fall of 85
after serving
in her own
domestic war

and bottle was put away
and her kids
went seperate ways
to a place called
god knows where

with god knows who

Megan's Story:



So this girl named Megan, she was sitting on a curb

Analyzing a life that she didn't deserve

She was born with no money, her dad was always on the road

Her mother cheating on her father with a man that he knows

You see Megan was a free thinker, she had a mind of her own

She was popular in school but couldn't help feeling alone

That was until she met Chris, he was the man of her dreams

You know a good looking guy, captain of the football team

See Chris knew the game, he had a plan in the works

But to get what he wanted she had to fall for him first

Started texting awhile, called her baby and love

He would say anything, it was a part of gaining her trust

Then one Friday night Chris hit up her phone

He said come to this party instead of sitting at home

She was never the party type but she would go out tonight

He said good put on your clothes I'll be over in five

When Chris got to her house, he called said he's outside

She left thru the window and went and hopped in his ride

He made sure he told her it wasn't a great part of town

But she knew she could feel safe as long as Chris was around

Before Chris got to the party, he was making a stop

He had an 8-ball he was fixing to cop

He rolled up to the crib, walked up to the house

Then four dudes in all black with ski masks jumped out

They grabbed Chris, put a gun in his mouth

They said where the f*ck she at? Bring her up to the house

Chris walked to the car, grabbed her hand and said come

She told him she was scared, he said there's nowhere to run

They got her in the crib, told her to sit in the chair

She started to scream help but you see Chris didn't care

This was all the plan, Chris owed them a debt

See he was robbed for a G now he's paying them back

They tied her hands together, duct tape over her mouth

Ripped off her clothes and started banging her out

She was looking over at Chris and Chris just turned his back

He knew it was either this or he would die for a stack

They didn't stop there, one dude had a knife

And he had no problem taking an innocent life

When they were done, they threw her into a van

They closed the door and untied her hands

Drove to the park, dropped her off in the grass

Ripped the tape off her mouth, got in the van and they left

They thought it was just a f*ck but they had no clue

That little Megan, well she could keep secrets too

Tho she had died that night Karma still had a plan

And it was about to bite every one of them men

Later that night Chris went back to the crib

Five cops were waiting, they already knew what he did

He got twenty-five to life, with a chance of parole

He got what he deserved cause his heart was so cold

But for them other dudes, they got life with disease

You see little Megan was living with HIV.




-Conspiracy-

How much evil can a building bear
Faces locked behind its walls
Silent screams lost consumed by its halls
The crosses and statues of God so divine
Form a line so hypocritical
As they stood over these heinous crimes

How long, how much time
How many people must we watch die
How many tears of anger and fear’s
How many tears Must fall
Before the government listens to the people’s call.

Is our government hoping that our tears will wash the pain away?
Do they believe they will get away with the games they play?
These building stand tall Irelands death camps
The abuse, the suffering,
The ones that could no longer live and were sentenced to die
The memories of these people that government now tramp

We listen how they talk about change
How they will investigate the mass unmarked graves
Men, Women, Children all lay unnamed
I am sure some of these people prayed with their last breath
This was vein as they could only find death

These building now stand
With for sale signs up
It just goes to show how our country is corrupt
Now our government promised to give such a building back
To talk to the survivors
Build a museum a place to display the horrific facts

Now the for-sale sign is flying high
The people are asking themselves why
Let down by a system that allowed these crimes
Now let down again

When will it stop the pain and despair
I believe it will never stop unless the government play
Give back the properties, pay your respects
Get down on one knee and beg for forgiveness
Acknowledge what happened and release the facts
Pursue the people that committed the crimes
Stop trying to hide what happened
And stop the lies.
Let’s try to remember it was our people that died.

Give it back to the people like you said you would.
Let us grieve and let us believe all of this cover up is in the past.

It torturous feeling like you're doomed
long ago any faith was fully consumed
Hopelessness the state I'm drowning in
ponder if punishment for previous sin

When alone life can seem void of movement
this despicable existence made me indignant
Not sharing everyday life pains me most
doubt and despair take turns playing host

For inducing laughter I have a knack
'never' give with assumption of payback
Inside me beats a heart as BIG as ANY
desire to do for others surpasses plenty

My exterior doesn't mirror my inner feeling
undesirable thoughts rarely cease reeling
How people feel most don't care to hear
in every troubled soul lives crippling fear

Acting on beliefs presumes one mentally ill
humans a mistake you can never repeal