In the saloon of helpless last dance
Forget debate, there isn’t any
Five into seven to repair minus flaws
Slapping shut rubber mat
Black horse bolted doors
Two evils, is one too many
Waltzing, Koalas bite hard on the chance
Awaiting the headlines to turn
There could be deaths
Postponed
Catherine knew the signs
She stayed upstairs, hidden out of the way
That night she knew that all her friends
Had gone off leaving her alone
Whatever she did, she knew he would be disappointed
It would never be enough
First he pinned her against the door
He took the cigarette from his lips
And stabbed her with it, laughing
Her head started to spin
Out of control she knew
It was important to keep going
If she stopped he would be back
Would wheel out the same excuse
Realising her mistake
She vowed never again
Wishing that Guy had not bothered
To light up her sky
In the private healthcare
Foodbank free fridge freezer
Neither fish nor fowl
Out of time yet still in date
The bottom drawer all full of
Good intention decaying
Gazes enviously up at the stars
Snack size opulence
Through the shiny chrome bars
The Plastic pack desirability
Of single wrapped
Self-confidence and prosperity
Reassures and revaluates
Diary date full
Schooling firmaments
..
Whilst writing
…………….Silent verse
It looks so easy
From the other side
..
Avoiding bites
……………From a curse
..
Trampling virtuosity
No longer remonstrated
..
Each minute confirms
……………The worst
..
Momentum is unforgiving
..
The prevalence of words
From those who never pray
Yet claim for the hearse
Wilts the flowers
..
Complicit
..
Accountability grieving
In abject silence
Speaks volumes
..
Chains of shame, betray the guilty
And shackle hope to gallows pole
Fear dares to cast a glance triumphant
Through the eyes of a whores dead soul
The bulging mass in quiet corners
All Twisted features hang executed
Dark skies reflect despairs deep hole
As silent bells begin their toll
..
The faithless scream as angels colour
Red the blue skies stained with torture
Grasping fingers clutch at last rites
Fathers son and mothers daughter
Lost scattered shards in empty mirrors
Reflect redemption’s golden door where
Broken smashed lie the empty vessels
Slaughter strewn across the floor
Climbing the stars
The universe unfolds
Lamppost lit
Thin slits
Expand consciousness
Digging fox holes
The light dims
Twilight lit
Fear thick
Drains tolerance
Broken eager sit the children
Heeding now their masters call
Following long time tradition
Panto’s rancid morals fall
Through smiling eyes
To mask convulsions
Knots distribute searing pain
The shouting senses scream confusion
As curtain twitchers
Take their aim
Glazed, awake, yet
So forsaken even
Apathy cries
Non- interest
A small section of
Genocide
Reels containing
Decay
Complicit
Fate ignores
Soothsayers pleading
Heartbroken, Grieving
The taps of youth
Emotion drained
Turn off
Intemperate
I am not a silent poet 