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He once was a good man
But war turned him sour
Many of his generation drank themselves to death
He chose to go further
To a new hell not just in war
But forever in hell
He found a box
Made of wood and covered in fancy metallic designs
Whoever opened the box would be dragged into hell
Dragged by large metal fish hooks attached to chains
There they would either be tormented for eternity or become a demon
the box saw in this military man a monster
A monster that would become one of the worst nightmares for many
Angels to some
Demons to others
A man with pins all over his face and head
A white head with squares cut by unseen knife wielder
Where each intersection of a cut would have a metallic spike
Pinhead would go down as a memorable monster indeed

A secret is only as good as
The paper it's written on
After being burned
Flakes of gray float into the sky
Memories

Penalty for regrets when young has been a life spent in you Misery
weight of you on me impeded my heart and soul escaping dreary
Since those days I have more than amended yet we still co-exist
when you take hold of one freeing them isn't on the options list

Apparently Misery it's the entire world you literally plan to permeate
the number of victims succumbing to you is at an alarming rate
IF an alleged deity created all things that includes you I'd safely say
maybe he born you to assure his creations happiness be kept at bay

Drugs ingested because of you make life for many some blurry dream
those void of voice are dying to blurt out a loud pleading scream
The deserving mostly avoid you while the good become victims of prey
a disheartening fact never changing no matter how much faithful pray

Sadly there was NO fork in life's road to steer us away from you
like every 'menace to society' you too induce unwarranted blue
Misery you're THE perpetual threat to the hopes of mankind
I've accepted you won't allow me to reestablish peace of mind

You ultimately taught me despite your curse it's feasible to keep going
humans endure you because there is no TRUE altruistic ALL knowing

Love comes with habit, so doesn't happen,
Heart cold will hardly thaw.
It is unlikely on skin the shiver will seem,
Feelings come later is a lie!

Life without love doesn't bear miracles,
How many look in native eyes.
Not to find warmth for two in them,
Here even the reason was tired and has calmed down.

Here neither the caress, nor laughter will help,
If contacts of a morozna as snow.
Hands are others, dreams are various,
No, flowers won't blossom in heart!

How many don't think, the plot isn't fine,
Cosiness and comfort, and there is no love, alas!
It is simple to eat the person and not the,
As don't twist, he won't become native.

Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.

In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.

Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.

I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.

My world has all turned blue
My dreams are shattered too
By a letter that I saw just yesterday.
From a girl I thought I knew
She swore that she'd be true
But now she's gone and left me feeling blue.
She said she loves another guy
And I don't mean a thing
She vows that she will never wear my ring
I hoped there'd come a time
When I could make her mine
But I guess she doesn't love me any more.

How I wish we'd never met
It's so hard to forget
The fun we had, the good times and the bad
It's over now it seems
She haunts me in my dreams
I don't know when I've ever felt this sad.
She said she loves another guy
And I don't mean a thing
She vows that she will never wear my ring
I hoped there'd come a time
When I could make her mine
But I guess she doesn't love me any more
No, I guess she doesn't love me any more.

Long golden hair hung down to her waist, such Beauty I have never seen.
For there she lay, one leg outstretched the other half bent with her back resting upon a tree
A snow white dove lay in her cupped hands resting upon bent knee
She turned and smiled at me as I walked by then raised her hands up high
The dove took to the air, I watched it circle in the sky
Then as I gazed back down to where my lady lay
To my surprise my Angel had gone and all that were left to be seen, where a pile of large white feathers, where once my lady had been.

Copyright Peter R Bolton. 20.10.2017

Women are from Venus?
This orb so similar to the
one with which you
are familiar
Yet, vastly different
in ways that
explain
why you often
feel smothered
By-product breath
three thousand feet
underwater
leaves you
drowning
by design
Women must be from Venus
Morning or evening stars all
the same
these volcanic emotions
lava-hot
fuel the passion
-flames in her eyes-
that say you are wanted
with a look, smile
a touch only for you
You see yourself
in her clouds
the first mirrors for so many
past
now
tomorrow

Why must it be impossible to get along
men were created equal is way wrong
Why can't all act civil like they should
doing bad isn't suppose to end good

Why is 'Truth' arduous for many to handle
'telling it like it is' results in scandal
Why does 'just a minute' always last a while
'give an inch' doesn't mean take a mile

Why do convicted murderers ever get set free
Left and Right only care about their prosperity
Why won't blacks stop the 'America owes them'
chances of that happening are rarer than slim

Why do some consciously Mar their Ear Lobes
hospitals could provide less revealing Robes
Why couldn't we pass away humanely in our sleep
everything you sow you're not guaranteed to reap

Why do humans put faith in what isn't proven real
in every capacity humanity got dealt a raw deal

Some feel they're indubitably a societal plague
reduced 'freedom of speech' to speaking vague
America owes us nonsense they shamelessly tout
guilt vice stifles rebutting claims whined about

Reactions depict uncivilized while resistant to reason
criminal mannerisms I'd argue akin to treason
Republics history they've had success at rearranging
constantly stirring the pot negates antipathy changing

Their negative impact the blind can see
when confronted with absolute truth they flee
Giving them everything wouldn't be nearly enough
CAN'T appease those convinced they're owed stuff

It's racism "TELLING IT LIKE IT IS"
most slavery advocates missed the FACTS quiz
If Americas' so unjust evacuate her land
feckless politicians forced guilt bow to demand

hell bent on assuring unrest continues everyday
what I witness I must unapologetically convey