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The saga continues – death do us part #2

“Through the valley of death, lies a secret to be kept. Through the night of hidden secrets a lie is to be said. Whisper softly upon ones ear until this moment it was you I fear”. He woke to the sound of someone dressed in black whispering into his ear, it felt nice.

It felt almost worm and peaceful. “Is this it? Have I finally succumbed to my untimely death? Am I in hell? Am I in heaven?” Greg attempted to move he couldn’t, he attempted to scream but he couldn’t. “Stay still my fallen angel, stay still”. “What the fuck is this? Who are you?” The lady fell silent and began to stand, she was holding something in her hand, it looked like a broom. Greg instantly realised what this was. “Your a witch, that’s right your a witch who has trapped my soul in this dead body aren’t you? Listen what have I ever done to deserve this, I can’t move this excuse of a body I feel so so cold what is going on tell me N-N-Now!!”

The woman removed something from her head, Greg’s vision was disturbed from the bright lights surrounding him. “Did you speak love?” “YES WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”….”no sorry duck I can’t understand what your saying, I’ll just finish replacing the hand towels and wash your sink out and leave you be”. Greg didn’t know what to say “A FUCKING CLEANER!?!?”. She continued sweeping the floor and placed her headphones back over her ears and began to sing “There’s a lady who’s sure All that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven”.

Greg decided he was loosing his shit “psychosis I’ve got psychosis, my boss always said I would have a break down…this is it”. He closed his eyes again, hoping to fall asleep and dream of something that made him feel human again.

This was to be short lived, he could hear a ruckus outside of his hospital room. “He is my husband and I demand that I see him, how am i supposed to feed my child, how am I supposed to go to work? NO NO NO I’m sorting this out…GREG…GREG….GREG they won’t let me in. Move BITCH” Greg heard an almighty crash and a female screaming for security. The double doors to Greg’s room burst open, “AWWW my man, we need to get you out of here, I know your dead but I need you to provide for us some how. I’m going to take you to the job centre and see if we can get you on the dole”. Greg was in disbelief…”I’m dead clinically at least, I can’t move and I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me, yet you expect me to visit the job centre so I can sign on?…..ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY??????”.

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I’m sitting here wishing,

Waiting for a trip beyond this.

Nothing can keep me from this moment

Not even the death that grips my mind.

The grace of all missery, dressed in a gown of


The fury of her hatred, a burning polaris

igniting a trepid reaction to a meaningless vision

The heart beating faster than the speed of


time around me drowns and moans

Gasping for air I’m sinking slowly waiting

Sinking, deep, dangerous, dark, distraught

Time has gone, light has gone

beats beat faster

sense is senselessness without emotion

Distorted smashed into shards

Filled with fear it’s closing me down

No returning from this eruption

I’m a canibal

Eating my own soul

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This my dears, this is my life!

Withering tea spoons upon the side
Stained with a Browning essence that represents the start of a morning.
Pondering through the streets like every other day before, dog shit on the pavement, last night’s drunks overcrowding the bus stop.
The forty seven bus to Whitechapel is crowded the cold autumn air seeping through the windows we sit next to.
The crazy guy murmuring his black magic quoting songs from an era long forgotten.
Concerned the person opposite might vomit upon the old dear in the seats infront of him.
Despite the time Liverpool shakes with the booming vibrations of the night before, despite being so close what different lives we live. Twenty four hour party people with an aim to impress.
This journey becomes so familiar, it could be done without eyes.
To and fro so many times per week, a nightmare recurring this it seems is my life.

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She turned on the radio
It was maddening
How’d she know I was here
I wanted to kiss her but –
I sensed her reserve
I didn’t feel like sleeping
Soon It was midnight
I walked Down the street. And back
To my place – there was half a bottle of
Wine left on the coffee table
I couldn’t hold back a sob
But…I’ve got to tell her
The sun was really up
Painful and yellow.

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To dream but, with no end.

It was in the dark, when we first met

Stumbling through each room with no regret.

Ignoring what was around us, staring –

Silently into the souls of one and other

Blissfully unaware of the people around us

Contemplating grasping hands in silence.

Neither of us do it, the shyness is upon us

Waiting for a moment together alone –

Although it seems a lifetime to wait

It comes quickly and ends swiftly.

The night closes to an end – going

Home thinking will I see her again?

A day later I see her once more

It takes only moments to realize the truth

This girl is so perfect –

A dream with no end.

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Big issue sir?

Watching people that is all I do

Confused about what it is they go through

Your dumped, it is me not you –

What should we have for tea?

I am hungry…

Hungry for attention

But no one sees my needs

They will shop in marks and Spencer

Then eat their McDonald’s

They smoke cigarettes

Buy clothes, spend, spend and spend

I ask “hello my friend, big issue?”

They look and laugh

I smile trying not to look sad

Is what I am doing really that bad?

I want nice clothes

I need a new pair of shoes

I work hard asking these people

But despite refusal I am still willful

My life depends on it

You see my dear public eyes

I am from another country

Black and red fiery murder

Contemplating eventual escape

Crying for mercy, bludgeoned and scorned

My people, my people are dead.

So here I am –

A doctor of medicine begging to be fed

Your judgmental eyes and

Convicting smiles

Do not give me the bread I need.

The bread to live –

Bread to eat

Savage creatures creep up instead

I am angry, alone and dying

Dying within a society that does not care

For this I will carry on

Maybe someone will care.

Along comes a lady

I smile while she flicks her blonde hair

Approaching fast she holds out her cash

Tonight I shall eat but; tomorrow I’ll be back on my feet

Big issue sir?

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Forgotten- tomorrow.

Yesterday clenched my doubtful spirit with the will of ten thousand men

Fighting to gain control of my unconscious mind – willing to sacrifice my very beliefs within the true meaning of what it is to be human.

Without asking for much, I was presented with the gift of wisdom – I took it from the withering hands of tomorrow and ran.

Without stopping to turn around, I felt no shame from that I call withering – instead I followed a path called destiny.

It leads nowhere but the view is nice

Enjoying the run of wisdom and avoiding the concept of tomorrow.

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Words spoken

Stop just let me speak
There’s no need to carry on.
I know what you will say
And I don’t want to hear it.
She turns to look at him
Staring into his lonely eyes.
I’m finishing with you
Your to much to handle.
He doesn’t like what he hears
Ok he says, so leave then.
Take this time to think
About are amazingly awful
Situation stumble silently
Over our obedient obligations
Knifed knowing killers kill
Things close to our hearts.

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Selfish disposition

I can see the world
From a hight you cannot
I can see the beauty
That shapes this universe
I can see the shame
That we have brought upon it
I can see the rain
Before it touches the ground

You cannot because
Your stuck in a disposition
That lacks equality and
Emotional composition

a being without selfishness
Does not appear to me
But a being who is
Selfish exists everywhere

But everywhere is nowhere

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Faithful but unable
To greet the tides with joy
My heart is fluctuating
Skipping beats every time
I see my soul hanging outside
My own body.

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