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Don't cross the line

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Don’t Cross The Line

There is something wrong here, there is no denying
So many of our youth, daily are dying
Stabbed with a blade, with malicious intent
Blead out on the ground, lay under our tent


A blue and white tape, flaps in the breeze
That cordons off a crime scene. There on their knees
The forensic officer has seen it countless times before
Another family destroyed, by a knock on their ...

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Banged Up

 

"My how you've grown"

Said the kindly old dear.

"Last time I held you

you burped in my ear.

 

The truth of the matter

I just have to say

it's been twenty long years

since they put me away.

 

It's a long stretch of time

which I passed saving stamps

but that's what they gave me

for killing your Gramps.

 

I know you're an orphan

'cause I poisoned y...

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The Plot

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The Stoner

There be a stoner, a mighty old one, wrinkled skin, twisted toes, frail and fragile, as if a tiny little nudge can dismantle his assembled soul. He’s not a person, not at least now, may be once, but long forgotten. Now he is a shadow of a soul. He is fragmented so is his mind. He would talk you through rubbish and say nothing, but then when you least expect it he says the thing. Spec...

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The Angels

I saw the footsteps of an angel

Within the deep pools of blood

No one noticed the scarlet halo

Because angels are meant to be good

 

No one mourned the demons

No one shed a tear

No one noticed the angels descend

Until there was nothing to feel but fear

 

The angels smiled as they hurt you

And laughed as our children cried

There were no demons left to save the pe...

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Staple Gun Lover

The bitch is dead.

Spewing hatred from her empty eyes.

She fought back,

Skin under her broken nails,

She never suspected him.

Her beautiful lover boy.

His deathly kiss,

He pinned her to the wall,

Staple gun kisses,

Fastened her down,

Tight as a lover's arms.

She fell for his charms.

Smeared bloody lipstick stuck to his face,

Deathly bite holding its place.

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The Dead Dolls

She sat amongst her dollies

Hair all chopped and matted

their legs broken battered,

Biro on each painted face.

The fingers bitten off,

Spat out and thrown away.

Their toes all flat and mangled,

Their eyes poked closed and gone.

Each one no more a beauty,

Each one now dead and gone.

 

She did it as a child 

To each and every toy.

Her mummy used to smack her,

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a peaceful warrior

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a peaceful warrior

 

next week

I’ll make a mark

to show my choice

and there will be

no hate

no fear

no injustice

In that decision

 

it will be

for the future

for the greater good

 

it will not be

for brutal killers

bigots

racists

terrorists

from over there

or right here

 

it will be everything

but that

 

it will be

fo...

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Jo Coxmurderprayerremembrance

Where Love is Love

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Where love is love it cannot be untethered.
Through spite and persecution it has weathered.
It matters not the faith that you believe,
Cares not of gender, colour or of creed.
No wall can hold it in, no bridge too far;
No laws that call it 'sin' can keep it barred.
The martyrdom of hate, try as it might
Will never cease the progress of its plight.
Where cowards take up arms to end its course,
It rises from...

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Mockingbird

She crawls, blood red nails scratching at dirty bedroom walls, she desperately tries to scream but no voice is ever heard, from the strangled vocal chords of this trapped mockingbird.   From the day that she was born she's been fed nothing but lies, men have always looked at her with lust and desire in their eyes, forever hungry for a little piece of whatever it is that she has...

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The Kill

The knife protrudes from his chest.
His heart pierced by cold steel.
The man falls to his knees.
Takes a final breath,
and falls over.

Blood covers my sweaty hands.
Adrenaline courses through my veins.
I do not feel guilt,
nor shame.
Instead I am awash in relief.
The deed is done and I feel anew.

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Nothing But

Again, alive. No good. No good cursing your eyes their function. That your heart survived another night less luck, more, stubborn rebuke to the revisionist thread of airbrushed policy. Walk, when the whistle blows, as the shift changes from red to murder and gather us all around the dead bag, dog shit bats hanging in the sidings. Too much to see with closed eyes picking out the sighs of a crucifor...

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Kennedy

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Around the shadowed corner, wicked lies,
Through telescopic lens and focussed eyes.
The autumn trees encapsulate the path
And crunch beneath the wheels they idolise.

The building crowds descend before the knoll
To catch a glimpse of this passing idol.
He, showered from all sides with the applause
And peppered from above by seasons fall.

Idyllic is this scene to which he greets,
As smiling f...

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THE WRAITH

THE WRAITH


We met on a cold and stormy day
The words were mute, they were taken away
The howling wind blowing wild through the trees
The breath from our mouths deceived with ease

I felt a dread as we met in stealth
You didn't ask for gifts or wealth
Your goals were set in insidious ways
Not even a glint in your eye to betray

You crept into my life like an assassins wraith
Attacki...

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deceitLovemurder

Murder, Death, Bones and Blood

Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
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Murder, death, bones and blood
Rotting corpses walking
Vampires, witches, ghouls and ghosts
tormented Spirits talking
Operations and autopsies
Severed heads and limbs
darker twisted horror stories
To rival Stephen King
Cuts and stitches, pain and screams
Dead bodies and mortuaries so cooool!
This is what we talk about
on the bus to school.

St...

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Hitman

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I dial him up,
An unlisted number, of course
But easy enough to find
When you know where to look.
He speaks low, and slow,
I tell him what he needs to know,
No more. Not too much.
He books me in. Half-four.
Simple stuff - a time, a place, the door,
The colour, the number, the floor outside.
Then the target, to mark it,
Rough age, hair colour?
Height, weight, creed?
But...

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He saw a hooded figure

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So the trees are no longer decorated with strange southern fruits
But Trayvon Martin still gets no justice when Zimmerman shoots.
The latter claimed he had the right to simply stand his ground
But first, against police advice, he followed young Trayvon around
Trying to decide, I guess, if the teenager really posed a threat.
But judging by what Trayvon was packing, he was a wrong as wrong can get.
He ...

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The Trade Name

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The Trade Name.

 

When the green fairy

kisses my lips

with sweet anise,

I take the grand wormwood path

just for jolly, wouldn’t you?

 

Cachous,

to mask her breath

of juniper.

A road

to mothers ruin.

 

The gas-lit fog

cloaks the backstreet

opiate dens,

where wretched

addicts lie.

 

Pastry faced women,

lifting ski...

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absintheanonymousginhoaxjack the rippermurderwriter

Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness

With my acuminous arm
I saved her wretched soul, like the others,
I drew the blood through clotted veins
And lay her down upon the blackness.

I cleaved the meats from her ivory.
He knelt with me and watched her filth, her poison
Pour through the cobbled streets
Into welcoming drains.

Plucked from the cadaver,
Her vessels of virility are no more;
The erroneous allocation of s...

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A Sleeping Engine

 

I live out  the past

A sleeping engine  in a shocked  blank room

 

Older than saxons

Older than jutes

Older than older !

The land gives back

 

Dreary English ghosts

Demonic and  inertly orthodox

 

Wake a  dread height

Travelling aquatint gives us light

Spilling utter twisted dust

 Lace, frost and the same ringing weather from here to...

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ghostsmurdertime travel

The Darkness

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The darkness is

creeping upon us,

eating away our souls.

 

It brings about

racism, hatred, murder.

It blinds us to what

we are becoming.

 

In the far

distance there

is a light,

a glimmer of hope.

 

Is it

too far away?

Is it

too late?

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Darknesshatredmurder

Something's gotten hold of my heart

For him the song took a whole new meaning,

a control that made him wish to control others.

“Something's gotten hold of my heart”

an evil, a darkness

he mused on midnight

and the encroaching demonic hours.

 

 

3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle

inaudible white noise, a prerequisite

for the red mist to follow.

 

He seeme...

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Events and Time

 

Events and Time 
 
I guess my feelings don’t really matter, that I don’t need anyone by my side when I’m down or upset or depressed. Don’t you know I’m just like anyone else? Though I’m different I’m just the same inside don’t you see? Do you know how hard it is to live alone and not have anyone to care for you? And when I meet someone who I thought was special, to let her in and trus...

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FOR KILLIN’ SAKE

 

FOR KILLIN’ SAKE

 

Some bad shit goes down and a girl is dead,

killed in an alleyway for a mindless reason.

Her kid in a pram was okay but now has no mother.

You should be shot, you murdering cunt,

as should the satanist pricks who kill kids in the name of evil,

justifying their deeds in the name of the devil.

For he says any evil act is okay, go on just go...

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deathkarmalost livesmurder

"Just a Boy" - Toyosi Shittabey Memorial Poem

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This is the kind of poem a poet wishes that they did not have to write... this is the kind of poem that gives a poet the reason to write, its why God gave us the ability to write.

A Nigerian immigrant was murdered on the streets of Dublin, Ireland on Good Friday last. This poem is my reaction to the tragedy...

 

 

He was full of life
Ever...

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Detective Novel


There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.

There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.

This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
the sun-light
and then the moon-light again
fo...

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detectiveimagemanchestermurder

Edge

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Edge

Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She feels the urge to paint a world with blood.
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.

She dreams a world of red in every shade,
Would banish all the rainbow if she could.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.

All trust now shredded, reason torn and frayed,
A hollow corpse where once a woman stood;
She watches moonlight dance along th...

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