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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

I know you cant hear me,

it's just therapy for myself,

unwritten words on blank pages,

dusty books upon the shelf.

I know that you can't see me,

eyes loiter beyond the veil,

a memory is like a photograph,

your face has now turned pale.

I can no longer hold you,

the warm touch begins to freeze,

icy fingers grasping in the air,

makes dust float on the breeze.

Reflected hope just wrinkles,

as the lines upon your face turn down,

the lines in the pond aren't wavelets,

in the mirror they reflect a frown.

A broken heart can kill you,

it's the stress that rips asunder,

pining for a matching soul,

turns joy to grief to wonder.

Life becomes a monotony,

minds eye unable to conceive,

really hard to focus your vision,

or understand what you believe.

Trapped inside my universe,

within the boundaries of this space,

empty horizons surround me,

while my thoughts are all displaced.

Consciousness is the key to life,

while your dreams keep you asleep,

nothing prepares you for tomorrow,

except the memories that you keep.

So I'll not sing you a lullaby,

or even try to make you smile,

it's not the promise of simplicity,

yet all you have is for a while.

The page seems full of substance,

while the pen begins to linger,

to form an image straight from my mind,

with the ink now upon my finger.

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>

We think of dark as the color black.

We often become afraid within ourself.

Dark sometimes brings out what is from within ourself.

When it becomes too dark we run.

Darkness is just the darker shade of gray.

Do not run from dark as dark closes within you.

Witches and caves, bats, and deep darkness into the night.

Do not be afraid it soon will be light.

As dark turns away to daylight. The thing to dark is not to run.

>>>>Dark Is Beautiful>>>>

Whispers of death have me aghast,

hope defiled on the steps of the brave,

symbols of emotionalism right to the last,

footprints of sorrow to the grave.

Demons guard the gates of hell,

chains of disgust seemingly hollow,

souls of the lost infinitely dwell,

cries of the vanquished easy to swallow.

Fire and brimstone lay at your feet,

screams of the damned echo with pain,

flesh devoured by incessant heat,

laughter of the ridiculous drives you insane.

Unspeakable torture rips at the eyes,

caves of blackness swallows you whole,

while smiles of indifference stifle your cries,

and the demon of the deep wrestles your soul.

Kinship and fellowship fall away,

strangers in death cast aside,

your on your own with nothing to say,

tears of forgiveness with nowhere to hide.

Nightmares are temporary with eyes of silt,

you wake in the morning with sweat on your head,

its only your pride that grapples with guilt,

while the cold embrace of fear fills you with dread.

Life is a springboard filled with hope,

laughter and joy shared by the chosen,

death is a memory that swings on a rope,

lips twisted in fright tongue swollen and frozen.

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.

Brightness is the light that shines from behind us.

Please go away I like it dark...

Did it ever occur I am trying to sleep...

When it is finally dark I am awake.

What is wrong with this picture...

Night I want to be up to see the darkness..

Daylight I want to sleep away..

I often think this is messed up or I should.

Run to another part of the world

Where day and night are messed up.

So I will not be compleatly messed up.

Dark is black = Night

Light is sky blue = Light

However, both colors are dark on the color chart.

It is okay to like dark as long as you do not run from it.

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Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence,
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty
As these flightless insects crawl back inside
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine

Tormented
Tormented with the Pain of Loneliness!

It crawls within the abscess of ones mind
A darken place where no one comes!

An abyss that knows no peace
A dark hole of it’s own making, a place to hide

Monster of mind’s depths
A place it hides, it gives no rest

It snarls and howls in the darkened lonely night
Grotesque features an awesome creature
that gives such fright

It lives, do you not see it,
oh how it hides, behind that rock,
over there in it’s nook, oh please beware

I wish that it would go away
But no, it stays with me, it found it’s home

It screams, it tears, knowing every lonely pain
It is deep inside, it is insane

It feeds on me, will not go away
There is no one that I can tell

It’s making my life a living hell!
It haunts me night and day

It wants of me as I of you,
To end this lonely feeling the whole night though

It comes to me, it knows it’s name!
I cry loneliness and it comes,
feeling of our sharing pain

Loneliness, I know it well, because I feel it too
Because I travel the world without you!

No one to share this loneliness with,
Oh what shall I do

Oh why did you go first,
I wanted too

In a world of many people
And many fish that live in the sea
Why is loneliness within, still living with me!

Sad is the Poet!
(Alone!)

JimEee