“There’s a killer on the road”…

dark-man

~

Lost within his life’s direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
She was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or hidden shame…
Or his heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Ignites thoughts of dark temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has quickly flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in a twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifled her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
This serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

~


“Of everything that stands, the end”…

birth_of_venus

~

Some things are,
beyond our control…

Scars are formed where,
once was a bloody hole…

And pain is injected,
deep within our souls…

Leaving us numb…
Wishing life had never begun…
And the Devil had won…

Taking over our actions…
Controlling our reactions…

To what gets said…
As twisted words embed…
And roll around in our head…

Forcing us to lash out…
Some days we scream and we shout…
Anger filled, yet laced with doubt…

What have we become…
Where is our youthful Sun…

That we gazed upon…
Whilst singing songs…

When innocent and young…
When life was fun…

Playing in the park…
Hide and seek after dark…
Embracing life’s spark…

Not knowing other ways…
Ignorant to darker days…

It seems so long ago…
From there to here, we know…

So much more…
We opened the door…

And it will never close…
This path we chose…
Our souls we expose…
On knees and elbows…

Waiting…
Hesitating…
Because this was all of our making…

Biting the apple…
Burning down the chapel…

Turning our backs…
Allowing the attacks…
As we fell through the cracks…

Out of all control…
With no chance of parole…
For our tainted soul…

Sucked into the abyss…
Where nobody will miss…

The beat of our heart…
As we slowly depart…
To navigate the star chart…

Seeking out lost friends…
One last appointment to attend…
At our journeys end…

~

“There’s a killer on the road”…

dark-man

~

Lost within his life’s direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
He was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or hidden shame…
Or the heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Invites her to think thoughts of temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins gently flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has now flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in his twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifles her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
A serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

~


“Of everything that stands, the end”…

birth_of_venus

~

Some things are…
Beyond our control…
Scars are formed where…
Once was a bloody hole…
And pain is injected…
Deep within our souls…

Leaving us numb…
Wishing life had never begun…
And the Devil had won…

Taking over our actions…
Controlling our reactions…

To what gets said…
As words embed…
And roll around in our head…

Forcing us to lash out…
Some days we scream and we shout…
Anger filled, yet laced with doubt…

What have we become…
Where is our youthful Sun…

That we gazed upon…
Whilst singing songs…

When innocent and young…
When life was fun…

Playing in the park…
Hide and seek in the dark…
Embracing life’s spark…

Not knowing other ways…
Ignorant to darker days…

It seems so long ago…
From there to here, we know…

So much more…
We opened the door…

And it will never close…
This path we chose…
Our souls we expose…
On knees and elbows…

Waiting…
Hesitating…
Because this was all of our making…

Biting the apple…
Burning down the chapel…

Turning our backs…
Allowing the attacks…
As we fell through the cracks…

Out of all control…
With no chance of parole…
For our tainted soul…

Sucked into the abyss…
Where nobody will miss…

The beat of our heart…
As we slowly depart…
To navigate the star chart…

Seeking out lost friends…
One last appointment to attend…
At our journeys end…

~

“Streets are uneven, when you’re down”…

~

Sometimes she feels so adrift…

And cut off from all reality…

Some days the pieces just don’t fit…

Her mind won’t let her be…

It makes every day such a battle…

Each journey a hill to climb…

And every time she sees the finish…

She’s cut down in her prime…

There are times the lights are stuck…

Never changing from Red to Green…

It claims another slice of her soul…

Makes her feel so fucking mean…

It makes her feel so angry…

So frustrated deep down inside…

Sometimes she wants to scream and shout…

Other times she just wants to die…

Her mind is numb and aching…

Most days it feels so Black…

Ashamed of the woman she’s become…

Fearful of each daily setback…

She’s scrambling in the darkness…

Can’t seem find the light…

Appearing to have lost her spark…

With no energy to put up a fight…

They say that she’s depressed…

Try filling her up with words and pills…

But will she feel it any less…

If they remove what’s left of life’s thrills…

It never used to be like this…

She once was so carefree…

Can’t understand where she went wrong…

Or why she feels so fucking unhappy…

Sometimes she feels so alone…

But the end is now in sight…

When the time comes she’ll be ready…

To escape this place and take flight…

~

“It is as it is” – For Cancer Research…

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Well…

Not quite sure what to say, but the paperback version of this book of poems is ready to buy earlier than planned! If you click the picture it should take you through to the lulu webpage.

It’s taken a while from concept to delivery, some road humps along the way, but it is not too bad for a first attempt.

All profit from this project will be collated over the next 12 months and donated to Cancer Research.

For your information, the cost to make each book is £4.10, so each purchase will mean a donation of £5.89. I will keep a running total on a fixed page somewhere so you can keep track if you are interested.

A hardback version will follow, but the cost price on that is huge, so I am not sure if there will be much in the way of selling / donations. Time will tell.

When I started this blog, I did it in secret and for the most part, I still do. I wrote and continue to write for therapy under servere pressure, trying to hold my head and my sanity together whilst the world around me fell apart. Watching my Father slip away crowned an amazing 15 month period in my life that couldn’t have been written by the best script writers.

But I am still here, still trying to get through life like we all do – It’s fair to say I have been on the ropes, but not knocked out…

I appreciate that many of you have read my words and have been subjected to my torrid last few months – for that I apologise and thank you in equal measure. Most of you are faceless to me, but you all have a talent in writing and reading others work inspires me to do better and look at my own work through a different lens.

I have had help and encouragement from offline too and they know who they are – so thank you!!

I hope that you are able to donate to this cause, but if not, the poems remain on the site and who knows, a volume 2 may evolve– so thanks again for reading and enjoy.

Cheers

J

“There’s a killer on the road”…

~

Lost within his lifes direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
He was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or his hidden shame…
Or the heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Invites her to think thoughts of temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins gently flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has now flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in his twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifles her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
A serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

~