“You don’t fuck with Harry’s money, you don’t fuck Harry’s girls”…

eyes

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You don’t know Harry…
Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…
When hidden from view…

The things he does…
His actions and deeds…

His thought process…
The fear that feeds…

And drive him on…
With a need for control…

Which keeps him sane…
Motivating his soul…

For sinful distraction…
Of each and every kind…

He has no boundaries…
And no ties that bind…

He’s free to do anything…
Anytime that he wants…

Devoid of any conscience…
Or a little voice that haunts…

He is the ruler of his universe…
The commander of his ship…

If you dare to cross Harry…
He’ll swiftly lash the whip…

And leave you badly wounded…
But thankful you’re not dead…

As Harry could easily kill you…
Or have “THEM” crush your head…

Without batting an eyelid…
And without a moment’s thought…

It’s the way that Harry rolls…
It’s the way that he was taught…

So be under no illusion…
Be smart and work it out…

Harry is a fucking monster…
Of that there is no doubt…

Because you don’t know Harry…
Anything like I do…

Or what Harry’s capable of…
When Harry’s in the mood…

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“They say I’m mental, but I’ve been abused”…

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He walked up the steps…
And stumbled inside…

Into the room at the top…
Where the memory resides…

Of his pure innocence…
Cruelly ripped away…

On a dark summer night…
After a long hot day…

It’d started so brightly…
Filled with endless love…

No hint of the evil…
Descending from above…

In that room as he slept…
And was quietly woken…

Subjected to such horrors…
That left him just broken…

Unable to speak…
And unable to smile…

It scarred him forever…
His soul in exile…

Never spoken about since…
Kept in secret & silence…

In fear that speaking out…
May lead to violence…

So it was locked away…
In a box labelled shame…

Forgetting the horror…
Never speaking its name…

Moving on with his life…
Smoothing out its creases…

Trying to live with it…
And pick up the pieces…

But now he is back…
After all those years…

Stood in that room…
Holding back the tears…

With a knife in his hand…
It’s time to submit…

Switch off his pain…
And finally end it…

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“And these memories lose their meaning”…

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There are moments in life…
You can never live again…

Moments of pure joy…
Moments of searing pain…

Moments of distraction…
Moments of sinful pleasure…

And moments of deep regret…
That haunt you at your leisure…

There are moments of hurt…
That rip out your heart…

Moments of pure insanity…
Never planned for at the start…

There are moments you create…
And moments that just happen…

The ones you didn’t foresee…
But they left you totally flattened…

There are moments you captured…
Now embedded in your brain…

The ones that you dream about…
Watch again, frame by frame…

And moments that backfired…
That became your nightmares…

They haunt you in your sleep…
Pushing you into deep despair…

There are moments you cherish…
Ones that make you smile…

Moments when life had meaning…
And it all felt so worthwhile…

Those moments you rewind…
The ones you try to replay…

Not the moments of regret…
That must be locked away…

And there was a moment of clarity…
When it all came together…

When you realised your path…
Was the route to stormy weather…

And you came to a crossroads…
Where you finally had to choose…

Was this the life you wanted…
Time to stick or twist, bust and lose…

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“Sticking around for this shit, another day”…

girl

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The same old faces…
In the same old town…

So many memories…
Bringing her down…

Stuck in a world…
That doesn’t understand…

Where nothing really works…
Or ever goes to plan…

Where feeling pain…
Has become the norm…

And every sunset…
Unleashes the storm…

The battle that rages…
Inside her numb head…

The whispering voices…
The cruel words said…

Suggesting it’s time…
She’d be better off…

If she just disconnected…
And simply switched off…

Her life support system…
The air she’s breathing…

Submit to her death…
And enjoy the feeling…

That would come…
With the ultimate freedom…

And turn her back…
Just simply leave them…

All the same faces…
Those bitter memories…

And so called friends…
Who act like enemies…

As they stole her past…
And haunt her present…

She’s in need of a future…
Where she doesn’t resent…

All that is past…
All that has been…

As with one small action…
She could be set free…

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“I am flying, I am glowing – LOOK AT ME NOW!”…

cave

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The dark, dark preacher
With raven black hair

Eyes full of mystery
Projects an icy stare

At those laid out before him…
The gathered congregation

A church of all religions
Stood in hushed anticipation…

Awaiting him to deliver
Words from his soul

The poetry from the deep…
Within a world he controls

Creating all the characters
And guiding their destiny

Before taking their life…
As they beg and they plea…

For mercy from this madman…
The man who never lived

A reformed fucking junkie…
Who the Gods may not forgive

Yet still he stands there
With tales of death and gloom

Captivating his audience…
Inspiring them with doom

As sonnets of depressive misery
And stories of destruction

Enter the gatherings mind…
Sucking them into a storm

That rages upon high
Above the Netherworld masters…

Making their eyes cry
And leaving them breathless…

Transformed and transfixed
Being touched by his spirit

Elevating their souls
Leaving them utterly bewitched…

By the madman preacher
And his dark. dark sermons

The man who slayed the dragon…
But still battles his demons…

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“In the end I’m not interested in that which I fully understand…
The words I have written over the years are just a veneer…
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words…
Truths that rise up without warning like the humps of a sea monster and then disappear…
What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface…
To create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us…
This shimmering space where imagination and reality intersect…
This is where all love and tears and joy exist…
This is the place…
This is where we live”…

Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth…

 

“Whispers of hope, are not quite enough”…

tree

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He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

As the branch broke…
They fell to the ground…

Not able to move…
Not making a sound…

Staring at each other…
Realising it was over…

Not wanting to admit it…
Or lose the four leaf clover…

That had cast a spell…
Over their eyes…

Leaving just shadows…
Wrapped up in lies…

As the luck they found…
Had simply disappeared…

And in a heartbeat…
The silence had appeared…

Leaving nothing behind…
But bitter tears…

Falling to the ground…
As minutes became years…

And without any contact…
Without any conversation…

The wounds got deeper…
Lost in translation…

As hope was lost…
The dream had ended…

And as darkness fell…
The evil descended…

Infecting both hearts…
Distorting the facts…

And when battle commenced…
There was no turning back…

As what was once…
Remained no more…

The ship had sailed…
And gone to war…

Where no one wins…
No victory is tasted…

Just a stark reminder…
Of what was wasted…

He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

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“They thought that they would finish me”…

dsdd

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Eyes full of tears…
And a broken heart…

He sits all alone…
After his life fell apart…

As they killed his children…
They murdered his wife…

Broke his fucking heart…
And destroyed his life…

Left him with nothing…
Except a thirst for revenge…

The memory of his family…
Is who he’ll avenge…

With nothing to lose…
And nothing to gain…

He’s constructed a plan…
Through eyes full of pain…

He’s worked out the angles…
The in’s and the outs…

He’ll get them one by one…
Of that there’s no doubt…

As he knows how to find them…
Knows where they all live…

He will serve his justice…
And he will never forgive…

Without any sign of fear…
And without hesitation…

He will slowly release…
His anger and frustration…

On the guilty parties…
Who ripped apart his soul…

They won’t see him coming…
Or prevent him from his goal…

As it’s now his mission…
His sole purpose in life…

And he burns with a hatred…
Armed with only a knife…

Now he sits in a corner…
And he bides his time…

Knowing the bastards…
Will pay for their crimes…

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