Blood leaking from my nose,
A probable prologue to my death.
And it blows.
The lows,
Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows.
A dishonourable rest forever forebodes.
My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows,
Why boy are you a “shy boy”?
Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know.
Fashionable is not tolerable,
Your best however,
Your best just can’t keep up with the woes.
The worst lies heap upon lies,
Until the truth is a memory disposed.
Tomorrow costs an arm and a leg,
Temperance must foster within your mind to maintain your growth.
The days over,
Night comes with dark creeping at my neck.
My temperament lost,
It’s not easy to find the might to compose.
You fight though because tomorrow is close.
You fight,
Tomorrow is close.
Trust the pass,
Trust the path and endure the stress.
Give in and rest,
Forget the past just to regret the joke.
More or less dangle above grass,
Ensure your silhouette glides,
Endure the last breaths before you choke.
A probable prelude to my death,
The last breaths before the doze into rest.
What a joke.
The telephone’s shrill ringing
Jerked me from my sleep
To hear the voice break
Heard him start to weep.
I knew just how hard
That he’d been trying
To hold back the pain,
To stop himself from crying.
Broken and shattered
At just twenty four
He just couldn’t take it,
Had had enough of War.
Back at the Regiment,
In a state of despair,
He took the Waccy Baccy
Walk across the Drill Square
Not realising the consequences
Out in the world at large,
A mentally disturbed civvie
With a Dishonourable Discharge.
We found him early one morning
A combat hardened Veteran
Waiting there in ambush
Looking out for some Taliban.
The Veterans Brotherhood
Quickly took him in hand
For in all truth who were
More likely to understand
Than those who’ve been there,
Those who’ve talked the talk
And, each in their own way,
Have at least Walked the walk
Now he’s back in touch
Knows he’s not alone,
Knows at least there’s a voice
On the other end of the phone,
Knows a fellow veteran
Will always be there,
Knows they’ll try to understand,
And, non judgementally, they’ll care.
Ever had someone hate you cus they liked you and they wanted more than they ever got too, when they obsess and don’t let it go so they put you down to every person they know.
Did they have authority a superiority allowing dishonourable behaviour so often so horribly, they slandered your name bullied you insane and when you complain the rest doubt the same
When you discover who’s really on your side, and you simply suffer whilst they claim you lied, and you end up sacked committing suicide, that’s my experience based on this life, only to be saved when there’s a concern, and they all want to help you out in return, but the damage caused is the lesson you learn, burning bridges ensuring they burn, people are fake forget their mistakes call it your fate become people you hate, then they act confused because you are not you the person they knew the one who they used, have you been let down by everyone you have known now lost and confused all on your own and life is full blown depressed in the zone, and there’s no reason to advance no reason to be, there’s just no chance that you’ll be happy, you don’t even question if it’s just me, you see people as evil as humanitY
How happy is the medieval life!
Never forget the knightly and gothic life.
The occurrence that's really noticeable,
Above all others is the disappearance.
Are you upset by how conspicuous it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the disappearance so strong?
Decease is, in its way, the of modification.
Never forget the yellowish and dishonourable decease.
Paint coat gloss of stigmatised strategy
Ink print format dishonourable dastardly
Rewriting total emotional reliance on romantic target solo
Mistakes made eradicate match develops purely personal
Necessary structure supports test criteria
Shifted not by storm of hormonal hysteria
Flattery, female following foresee men fearful, fatigued
Indolent inconsistency implores males imbibe, intrigued
14th January
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Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Immorality
dishonourable
bad
sad
sour
and
a bitter form of life
that drives one into a deep hole
astray
a wrong direction
on an uneven path
with sinful mentality
a dirty mind
a serious suffocation of life
error
wrong intentions
unacceptable behaviour
unethical.
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Populated land of plenty
Yet hearts brimming with sin,
Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds
Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof
The young mirrored such ways
Distaste all around, high and low, near and far
Preoccupied souls, distractions abound
Within such surroundings, righteousness remained
The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold
An unfolding promise, destruction of old
A time for renewal, a solid ark to build
Call forth the chosen, the chosen are few
Gather your wives and sons, animals two by two
Close the door, seek refuge no more
Waters shall arise, raging torrents, streams will flow
Forty days and forty nights
Water-covered earth, send a raven to and fro
Send a dove for resting place
Imminent return, a week of wait
A second return, an olive leaf
Of such relief, the flood had ceased
A beautiful becoming, land again
An open door
An offer of sacrifice upon the altar
A promise on high
Rainbow sky
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
You promised on our wedding day
To take me for your wife,
That from that day forward
You'd stay beside me all my life.
Yet when better days were over
And money got a little tight,
You started being horrible
Causing us to fight.
You promised you would care for me
In sickness and in health,
And yet as soon as I got ill
You left me by myself.
You promised to love and cherish me
Till death do us part,
Yet you never meant a word
You've broken my heart.
Promises, promises,
You're dishonourable through and through,
A renege, a traitor
And yet I still love you.
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