“And they take your souls away”…

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They follow him…

Like he’s a God…

Yet he treats them all…

Like his pet dogs…

Abusing his power…

And his position…

Spreading his lies…

Preaching with poison…

He preys on the weak…

The lost and the damned…

To those who are drowning…

He offers out his hand…

As they bow down…

Fall to their knees…

And do anything…

So eager to please…

The one they follow…

And they all adore…

He gives them shelter…

If they abide by his laws…

But they fail to see…

The darkness within…

He’s mentally instable…

Where did this begin…

How did this happen…

What do they see…

In a confused world…

Run by his insanity…

Where he kills for fun…

Offering up sacrifice…

Any of his flock…

Who have no price…

They have no value…

In his warped eyes…

Just his play things…

Under the disguise…

Of being his disciples…

The special chosen ones…

Who stand before him…

With no urge to run…

Because they follow him…

And amidst all their strife…

It’s their humble privilege…

To give him their life…

~

“I see her face from time to time, there in the sky above”…

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She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…

She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held love near…

There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…

She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…

There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…

Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is rising…
Chances of being found are remote…

Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her constrained body and mind terrified…
She screams as she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…

She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…

~

“I’m fed up of crying, my despair is dying, turning into rage”…

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Sometimes he’s left to question…
Is he alive or is he dead…
Because no one seems to listen…
Or understand a single word he said…

No one seems to notice…
Does anyone even care…
As the anger inside him boils away…
This ignorant world should beware…

Because the rage inside is building…
The colour Red is all he sees…
He’s trembling with pure anger…
He’s going to bring them to their knees…

He will force them all listen…
He’s got a lot to fucking say…
And like a nuclear explosion…
Innocent people may have to pay…

He needs to make a statement…
Knows actions speak louder than words…
He’ll pour petrol on the burning fire…
And kill all the high flying birds…

In his mind he’s always scheming…
How to implement his plan…
In his head it all makes perfect sense…
That’s where this all began…

He has the story written…
Each chapter eased his pain…
His words described the ending…
The battle scarred hero left insane…

It’s going to be his masterpiece…
His legacy on this cold Earth…
That will teach the bastards…
And prove his soul has worth…

But for now he’s left to question…
How the knife got in his hand…
Why blood is pouring from his wrists…
They’ll listen now, but they’ll never understand…

~

“And they take your souls away”…

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~

They follow him…

Like he’s a God…

Yet he treats them all…

Like his pet dogs…

Abusing his power…

And his position…

Spreading his lies…

Preaching with poison…

He preys on the weak…

The lost and the damned…

To those who are drowning…

He offers out his hand…

As they bow down…

Fall to their knees…

And do anything…

So eager to please…

The one they follow…

And they all adore…

He gives them shelter…

If they abide by his laws…

But they fail to see…

The darkness within…

He’s mentally instable…

Where did this begin…

How did this happen…

What do they see…

In a confused world…

Run by his insanity…

Where he kills for fun…

Offering up sacrifice…

Any of his flock…

Who have no price…

They have no value…

In his warped eyes…

Just his play things…

Under the disguise…

Of being his disciples…

The special chosen ones…

Who stand before him…

With no urge to run…

Because they follow him…

And amidst all their strife…

It’s their humble privilege…

To give him their life…

~

“When the night has come and the land is dark”…

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~

In the dead of the night…
No sign of any moon light…
Within a dream he awoke…
A different language he spoke…

To the beast with Red eyes…
Who’d peeled off his disguise…
And stood menacingly before him…
He couldn’t move, couldn’t win…

Paralysed and frozen…
This time he’d been chosen…
And was put on the spot…
Whilst all around became hot…

With flames reaching higher…
Was this to be his funeral pyre…
Was this the judgement day…
What final words should he say…

He’d got no prepared defence…
And knew nothing would make sense…
How could he begin to justify…
As the fallen angels wandered by…

Bound and chained, one by one…
Hiding their eyes from the sun…
Tears of blood on their face…
Guilty versions of the Human race…

What words could he find…
To excuse him for being unkind…
To pardon him from his crimes…
Dodge the Devil one more time…

And depart with his soul intact…
Ignoring all the damning facts…
That are laid out before him…
Full of lies and full of sin…

Anybody would find him guilty…
And with not a shred of any pity…
Condemn his broken soul…
Into Satan’s deep black hole…

Where he would never find…
Peace within his tortured mind…
Or any hope of redemption…
Much too late for an intervention…

Perhaps this was his final chance…
To understand the circumstance…
That had brought him here…
Full of remorse and full of fear…

But he failed to find the words…
And his reality got blurred…
There was nothing he could do or say…
Except close his eyes and fucking pray…

And as the verdict was delivered…
His twisted mind just shivered…
Because he would never again awake…
Condemned to Hell for his mistakes…

And in the dead of the night…
With no sign of any moon light…
He let out a blood curdling scream…
Never again to escape from this dream…

~

“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

“I see her face from time to time, there in the sky above”…

~

She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…

She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held her love near…

There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…

She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…

There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…

Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is now rising…
The chances of being found are remote…

Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her body constrained, her mind terrified…
She screams, but she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…

She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…

~

“I’m fed up of crying, my despair is dying, turning into rage”…

~

Sometimes he’s left to question…
Is he alive or is he dead…
Because no one seems to listen…
Or understand a single word he said…

No one seems to notice…
Does anyone even care…
As the anger inside him boils away…
This ignorant world should beware…

Because the rage inside is building…
The colour Red is all he sees…
He’s trembling with pure anger…
He’s going to bring them to their knees…

He will force them all listen…
He’s got a lot to fucking say…
And like a nuclear explosion…
Innocent people may have to pay…

He needs to make a statement…
Knows actions speak louder than words…
He’ll pour petrol on the burning fire…
And kill all the high flying birds…

In his mind he’s always scheming…
How to implement his plan…
In his head it all makes perfect sense…
That’s where this all began…

He has the story written…
Each chapter eased his pain…
His words described the ending…
The battle scarred hero left insane…

It’s going to be his masterpiece…
His legacy on this cold Earth…
That will teach the bastards…
And prove his soul has worth…

But for now he’s left to question…
How the knife got in his hand…
Why blood is pouring from his wrists…
They’ll listen now, but they’ll never understand…

~

“Behind their eyes, is unfamiliar”…

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They’re following the teacher…

That poison poet preacher…

A man with charismatic eyes…

Whose murders they disguise…

They cling onto his every word…

Their reality distorted, strange and blurred…

Holding them in his powerful sway…

They’ve become puppets for him to play…

He keeps them all on a tight string…

Knows that death and destruction they shalt bring…

Inspired by poetry from Poe’s book…

He’s commanding fear with just one look…

Orchestrates from within his prison cell…

Knows his disciples will never, ever tell…

In his honour they would gladly die…

As he taught them to cut out their victims eyes…

They give their lives to him with pride…

Even willing to commit suicide…

Inspired by the poets deadly fire…

The insanity of art, his forbidden desire…

Spellbound by his dark romantic words…

Like The Raven, that Black, sleek and intriguing bird…

It’s a stylish and never ending horror tale…

In the world where you live, evil will prevail…

Where psychopathic tendencies…

Will bring the hero to his fucking knees…

Until he breathes his one last breath…

And tastes the fear, the finality of death…

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Note- this clip was taken from the London Hammersmith Apollo in June 2010 & was my shout out request – if you listen very carefully just after the cockrel cries, you will hear my plea to Mr Finn….