When they bulldozed the old red-and-white barber pole
~ they uprooted a piece of America’s soul
Walking bare feet on a razor’s edge across the swollen sea,
turning back is never an option, there is no where to flee!
many miles still to go, your journey has just about started,
You hope and dream for a rescue, pray you will soon be escorted,
Such is journey for many in this world, life is such a strain,
be the saviour in their lives, reach out to save them from their pain.
"Razors in their Gloves"
Keep thy enemies close
befriend the smiling banshees
holding their cowboy guns
such beings in love with love
all’s fair in love and war
dripping honeyed lines
for greenants to walk along
truth be known they’ll be
back in the ring
before too long
kissing windy cheeks
shaking hands
with razors in their gloves
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
In a house of cards
in torrential rain
social media overload
floods my brain.
Wave after wave
you feel the pain.
Heading down the hallway
into the dark,
the imminent
and dissonant
hellhounds bark.
From the penthouse of hypocrisy
I jumped onto a train
Heading nowhere and arriving too soon
I watch as a little girl forever reaches
for her red balloon.
The Queen of hearts has her axe to grind
Her targets locked.
She rears back
Lowers her blade
As another head drops
We’re well away from this blood lust fray
It’s just a matter of time
til the skeletal banshees and their vigilantes
wave red flags
for their divergent paths
Driving away
ALL that is meek
ALL that is good
Running in circles
forever misunderstood
In a black glass
Chipped and cracked
You can see them still
Never approaching
Never fulfilled
In a timeless dance
They writhe and flay
This storys’ musical refrain
Frozen silent
Their world will ever remain.
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Any great undertaking is an uphill task
That demands a great amount of work
It is not cutout for hesitant individuals
Only the courageous can take-up cudgels.
Life is a journey from womb to the tomb
That needs to be explored and recognized
To understand it is apparently simple but
In reality it is a relentless toil and effort.
The inward expedition is even more baffling
For it is a strange search wherein the seeker
Seeks the sought which is truly astonishing
Hence the exercise is rightly awe-inspiring.
Among the millions, few have the nerve
To attempt this strangely inward flight
Not yielding to the wayside temptations
Demands penance of countless births.
It is hence not meant for the feeble weaklings
For the journey is arduous with full of palings
Only the valiant with single-minded firmness
Justify the criterion to walk on a razors edge.
On a razors edge we walk
Palpable, the strain.
Days go by, we hardly talk
Yet still we play this game.
As you pass me in the hall
You barely raise a smile.
Why do I stay at all,
For it hurts me all the while.
When I see that vacant look,
Love has surely died.
Fragile were the steps I took,
But pointless... still, I tried.
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15/10/2017
If pain is an illusion then why does it cut so deep, like the razors edge it etches itself further and further leaving reminders of sins long past. And as each melancholy day passes us by we drag our selves further down into the dark abyss that is depression. Yet with each passing shadow comes a shaft of light to reach for but as the droplets of blood fall from the razors edge we slowly find ourselves back into the sad tale of monotony. With a slow pitter patter like rain we walk down a path of least resistance and yet cry out for more and as the next bright light passes new life is found. The hand now holds not a razor but a pen and where once was a reminder of a sin long forgotten now rests a flower beautifuly drawn.
Razors rising anxiety
Slitting skins on the forearms of a girl
Release the red
Penetrate the pain
Pour out the sorry soul inside
and watch the **** slosh down the drain of the bathroom sink-
Liquefy all the fake laughs at lunch
Drown the D’s on the report card
And etch the stupid smile across her veins- the one she shows the world every day.
Everyone thinks she’s sane
Everyone thinks she’s beautiful
But do they realize why she wears
Layers on layers
Of bracelets to cover up her wrapped wrists?
Everyone thought she was harmless
But who knew her better than herself?
Every Autumn you come to me
Like a haunting ghost
The vision is surreal
But the deep scar is bleeding
The deeper the cut opens
The pain radiates through my breath
You will forever be my unfinished business.
-Heather Boardman
I watched the blood dribble
down past my pale knee
it was pretty, from what I could see
But as I learned of my deserving of better things
The world that laid before me said
'Hello, I am here to please you'
In return, I said, 'I am here to please me, too'
It's final words to me:
'You knew that all along'
Razors edge.. By Steven Hudson
We tread upon the razors edge,
Seeing no danger, though either side be a ledge,
We find balance, feet rough and calloused,
An epic dance and spectacles collide,
Those who watch, their face do hide,
In fear and trembling, to what purpose to what end,
Every way tried, every way taken,
No turning back, no turning back,
For the razors edge will do it’s work,
We tread for change on this delicate path,
Or perish by it, and see the wrath..
Razors
Shiny silver
on the fence, slashing flesh.
A broken chance to escape is
Cut free.
standing on the razors edge
should i jump
should i leave
loose the bonds and break the keys
if i jump
once i cut
will it be seen as true and just
i wont look down
razors too sharp
might come to my senses
id listen to my heart
i wouldnt talk back
i left heart for a mind
so ill jump into the dark
cause im already blind
almost off the razors edge
been here every week in my thoughts
go to the edge by a simple mistake
found it because i got lost.
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