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For Vera

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First you take my hand like so.

And never do you let it go.

We take a simple step like this,

And then we share a gentle kiss.

That is how our story goes.

It’s like our heart already knows.

We’ll always walk in synchrony.

That’s just how we’re meant to be.

You are my love. You mean the world to me.

We flow as one. Such a perfect pair are we.

We were always meant to be together.

And It’s such a shame that it can’t be forever.

You are my love. You mean the world to me.

In my arms is the only place I want you to be.

But as you move away it is plain to see.

Taking these last steps alone simply cannot be.

You are my love. You mean the world to me.

Without you around there can’t be a me.

Take my hand even if it feels cold.

Let us forget those troubles that we’ve been told.You are my love. You mean the world to me.

I want you to stay. Is that so selfish of me?

Now it’s time to go.

Even if it hurts me so.

Thanks for the dance.

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Sinner

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When do I repent? When all my life is spent?

Why would They accuse me of acts of ill intent?

Do I spend each day begging forgiveness from a deity I never met.

When They Themselves seem keen on having my own will bent.

If I am a sinner then aren’t we all?

No on in this world Is pure at all.

We are flawed. It’s just our way.

So who decided it was for Them to say?

Living a good life is the simplest thing to do.

Be good to others as would have them be to you.

Be kind to your fellows. Can’t ask more than that.

After all, isn’t that the real reason we were … begat?

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The Princess and the Beetle

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There once was a Princess, who lived far away,
She was in love with a prince, so they eloped one day.
On the way to the church they received terrible news,
A dragon was terrorising, the prince had to choose.
“I’ll return my love,” to the princess he said,
“But first I must assure the menace is dead.”
The princess was huffed, her face so sour.
Couldn’t look at anyone, locked herself in a tower.
“I’ll wait right here till he returns to me,
Then we will be married, happy and free.”
The crow told her “It’s likely he’ll die.”
The princess grunted, stared into the distance with a sigh.
“You pesky bird, my prince is big and strong.
He’ll return with that dragon’s head before too long.”
The prince faced the dragon in a deadly fight.
He had torn out its tongue by the third night.
“Ah ha!” he cried “No enemy is too great for me!
I can return to my bride and let her see!”

“Wait you fool!” cried the evil witch.
“You killed my dragon, you son of a bitch!”
The prince drew his sword, the witch was too fast.
A spell was cast that was sure to last.
He was now a little beetle, 6 legs and all black.
Small and insignificant, he almost fell down a crack.
But he got his wish and found his lonely bride.
She was sat at a desk, so he climbed up her side.
“My princess! It’s me! Will you love me all the same?”
The princess couldn’t hear a single word he was saying.
She noticed the little bug, she smiled and she said
“What a horrid little creature!” and smashed the book over his head.
She often wondered what happened to her lover.
Had he forsaken her for another?
The guts of the man she took home to her mother
Were now splattered across the front of her book cover.

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Children of Wigan

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We are the children of Wigan and though we may repent.  

He knows the sinners can’t be saved and all our prayers are spent.  

We are the children of Wigan, as such a saving saint.  

He embraces the most wicked souls and relieves us of our pains. 

Oh, we know, we know, we know we can’t be saved but truly repent and you’ll be in his embrace.   

We are the children of Wigan and now our time is here.   

He accepts us for our evil ways and strips us of our fear.   

We are the of Wigan and even if we die.  

Our saint will take us in his arms and raise us all up high.  

Oh, we know, we know, we know we can’t be saved but repent and you’ll be in his embrace.   

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Abandoned Places

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Into the world of imagination you delve. 
The glow of the computer screen drawing you nearer, 
Picking out the words letter by letter, 
Each click released into the air like a virus.  
 
At the entrance to imagination lies a warning etched in stone.  
Do not venture too far or you may not return. 
The world looks different watching from within the mind.  
All the same sights but with a hazy yellow glow. 
 
The streets you walked once familiar, now strange.  
The same objects you spied many times before, now odd.  
Those faces you have known, every wrinkle, every scar.  
Now their eyes glare with suspicion.  
 
Take a chance, walk those silent alleys once more. 
Your imagination will never fully clear.  
Fill the empty windows with images of your own.  
Let the birds sing with a song of your own composition. 
 
Fill the lonely streets with whatever you please. 
The laughter of children or the cries of pain perhaps? 
There are no rules in the land of imagination, 
No morals to govern the comings and goings. 
 
Be free to express your deepest desires.  
Don’t be shy to shed a tear.  
Grit your teeth, relieve your frustration.  
For when the computer screen blinks into darkness, the streets are abandoned once more. 

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The man who would not die

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There once was a man who many despised.
They wanted to rid of him but it took twenty tries.
They shot him, they stabbed him, and they buried him in sand,
But he would always return, alive and grand.
They cut out his tongue and gouged out his eyes,
But on the stroke of midnight he would always rise.
They even immured him into the thickest wall,
But on the following night they could still hear his call.
They lost their patience, they had no hope,
So they sealed him in a box, tied up with rope.
The box was covered with heavy cement,
There would be no returning for this nefarious gent.
They were able to relax, sleep sound in their beds,
Until a troubling thought entered their heads,
What if their precautions weren’t enough?
What if their treatment could be more rough?
For the rest of their days they waited in fear,
Flinched at every little sound they could hear,
He would come back and they would hear him cry,
For he was the man who would not die.

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The Kingdom of Ashes

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There once was a king, mighty and bold.

He was a beloved sovereign in a kingdom of gold.

He kept a watchful eye. He was fierce and fair.

But a monster with ill intentions was cruel enough to dare.

The king had three prince sons, brave and strong.

But their cries were the monster’s favourite song.

He snatched them, seperated them and inflicted pain.

The triplets with crowns would never be the same.

Of the three there was one wise beyond his years.

There was another with strengh, who ignored his fears.

The third was free spirited and refused to break.

Together they fought for their kingdom’s sake.

The King was put to death but the sons did survive.

Whilst the princes remained, the kingdom could still thrive.

The monster was defeated, showing its true horrific form.

From the ashes the kingdom was reborn.

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A City In Shade

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Filth, scum and lives led low.

The hungry hordes chase wherever you go.

The light you see is the flames of corruption.

It will swallow the very last of the souls soon.

 

Those eager eyes watching you fall,

waiting to devour your goodness whole.

You lose a bit of yourself stepping over the city line.

But those demon tongues will make you feel fine.

 

She comes in the form of a beautiful woman.

She will take all you have, leave you less than human.

She is the Shady City and she has a hunger for flesh.

Once she is finished she will come back for the rest.

 

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That Place

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When will I ever get out of THIS PLACE,

Running back and forth, just beating the chase?

The winds are strong pushing me on,

but I can’t see. My motivations are gone.

 

It doesn’t have to be this way with such beauty around.

But it takes a sacrifice to see the colours so profound.

Carrying negativity can be such a heavy load.

Leave it behind. It is support you are owed.

 

As you move on from this place to THAT,

and you take with you the emotions you tried to combat,

Remember it is your presence that continues to live on.

The art and joy you created will never be gone.

 

In Loving Memory of D Laigo.

 

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This Child Bugs Me

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The fly has always been bothersome.

Buzzing To and Fro, vomiting over its next meal.

Food and pleasure and an irritating hum.

It always hung around where it had no appeal.

Swatted away, it took a child along.

It kept the baby it know it couldn’t raise.

Blaming it for all that went wrong.

The fly grew fatter and fatter, waiting for the end of days.

“This child bugs me,” one day it said.

Too fat now to buzz away.

It didn’t matter, it was already dead.

The pain was finally removed that day.

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Click HERE to read.

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When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.

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