Thursday, October 18, 2012

the mends


I do believe
Before the war
There were no men
Not forty score
To live and die
Right by your feet
For soon demise
They'd surely meet
They'd go on living normal lives
A house and kids; Their loving wives
No grit and dirt
No blood or scars
Just coming home
In brand new cars
They'd love their wives
With all their heart
No fear of death
In till we part

But so it was
Their numbers called
And friends did die
Their wives appalled
The picture that
Was drawn for them
Was not their husband
No home for men

The face was gritty
Blood caked on heads
And here were they
With comfy beds
They took their lives
Their friends respect
All war is just
What won't expect

Now men rush in
When that age comes
When testosterone IS
What the heart pumps
They'll get Much tougher
The friends, they'll meet
Will say they're invincible
Just can't be beat
They went ahead
And joined the cause
Came home in bags
All wrapped in gauze

But boys still go
And waste their life
For something when
They get a knife
Our culture breeds
Such warrior men
But no one knows
A bullet that mends

Friday, October 12, 2012

The Heat


I love my life
That's why I'm here
I know what's next
That's why I fear

My near demise
Lies by my feet
I struggle to,
survive the heat
A world so dead
is near alive
A future I know
We must repeat

Heads roll
near feet
And arms
and limbs
Torsos
that have
been chucked
in bins
keep the grenade
And throw the pins
History
can only
repeat itself


A trip
by freak
You see
yourself
You're In
the depths
Of hell
itself
wake up
To be
All by
yourself
looking
In a mirror


I do despise
The filthy shit
That sits beneath
The body pit
A world so dead
Was twice alive
The world must know
I realise

I've seen
the plague
come to
an end
A world
destroyed
No hope
could mend
I had
To make
Ano
There cause
Without
It we'd
Be dead
Life paused

This line's
Too vague
To save
Your friend
He had
Been toyed
With Love
He sends
But still
My will
Just will
Not bend

It made,
destroyed
And  made
again
Dama-
ges gained
Re-bled
we fend


It must
Be nice
To see
The thing
That brings
About
A whole
New spring
Of love
And joy
Remorse
And hate;
 to punch
That cunt
Right in
The face


I love my life
That's why I'm here
I know what's next
That's why I fear
The end of life
Is drawing near
So hear my plea
And shoot yourself
Our deaths the cure
The cancer itself

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Guilt


Guilt for things I know I didn't do
Remorse for people I who I thought I knew

Guilt for those who will never be forgiven
Guilt for those who will never be forgotten

Guilt for being rich and being poor
Never asking much and wanting more
Guilt for falling short and overshooting
Turning life off, and never rebooting
Guilt for being short and being tall
Saw short giants grow big and fall
Guilt for simply being

For what things should I forgive, I forget
For the things I forget, please forgive
There are things I forgive, I've forgotten
But Before I forget, you're forgiven

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

These title things are really useless, ya know?

So here I face my first fear come to fruition. When do I post? And I'm not thinkin Arby's. More like Thursdays. Is that too far for you all? I have more poems that I've wrote, but if I post them all, will I keep up? Life is filled with too many trivials.