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A shot of feeling,
A dram from your soul and mind,
Short and sweet, refined.
1d · 24
Whisky tea
Whisky in my tea,
When cold bites and wind blows
A deep sip soothes me.
1d · 22
Loki
I cannot be your Loki,
My shoulders are short,
Unable to shelve your blame,
A scapegoat I won’t be.

I have both guilt and shame,
My wolf and my serpent,
They circle my soul,
And with your scorn, swallow me whole.

Look into your mirror of trials.
Look at yourself and say three times -
Am I to blame for this injustice?
Accountability is why Loki smiles.
2d · 4
Big bed Haiku
We needed some space,
So we got a massive bed.
“Where'd you go?”she said
2d · 20
Hospital bed
I hope to find a beautiful end,
A view of somewhere so gloriously golden,
A triumphant barge,
Elegantly flowing down rivers of silver sapphire.

Here lies a great to rest,
With silk cheeks
I will lay my weary face
A bold hand upon my chest

We want the best,
Even when best is a curse,
The body becomes a snare
A soul trapped in a ceiling square.

The grey porous texture is dry,
yellowing with time.
One touch and - crack!
Suspended in a void
Two friends till their bitter ends.

Time was precious,
Now all but a wasted object,
My chapter without end,
Don’t we always want to know,
How far is left to go?

Is this it?
Is this what we wanted?
To die ripe,
before the fruit spoils,
Anything to stop that
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.
Come hear, come pride
Come near, go hide

The drums that beat
The thud of the street

No fear, no course
Make ready your horse
Wearing black and red
Well drank, well fed

Drum - near
Drum  - fear
His heels slam deep
A soul will sleep

He’s - here
He’s - near
A whisper, don’t shout!
Now pass it about

Drum
Drum
Drum
Drum

Girls dance, we jeer
Face dry, no tear
Chains clang, wheels turn
Your pitty, we’ll earn

Fire
Straw
Blood on the floor

One blow, one try
Don’t miss! you’ll die!

Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Please

Confess of my sin
God's glory to win

Oh lord - oh god!
The tongues!
Hot rods!

Flesh burns and fries
Man weeps, not cries

We wanted this
Wanted this
Wanted this
gore

We can’t watch no more!
feet stuck to the floor

don’t turn away
It’s theirs to pay

Breath - in

grieve - sin

Hold fast, hold steady
His sword is ready
Take comfort, take pride
Heavens gates open wide



time to die
time to die

A cheer, a scream
One faints, red dream
He takes up the head
Gods justice you said


Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Sir

This is gods way
The devil will say
Now turn away
For your soul - we’ll pray

Franz *******

Franz *******

Franz 

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Franz



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Say this to a steady beat of a drum, and imagine being a person of the 1500's, swept up into an execution procession, witnessing the great and terrifying Franz ******* at work.
Insolent girl
Wicked girl
How stupid and silly you are!
Don’t talk back to me girl
Turn your back to me girl
It is I who chooses when to look from behind.

She’s a Harlet, a *****,
A temptress, scarlet rag.
With no clothes, no prows,
No ears, nor rose,
what man would grant you his horse?

You went away, you played
You stole then stayed
And now with your fellows
you swing on the gallows stage.

Oh Mary what have you done?
Look upon the faces of those you took from,
And followers, boys, so young.
So short is life’s string
No more song will you sing
Just dancing in the company of crows.
3d · 29
The Story Teller
What do you say when there’s nothing to see?
Where no boxes, tablets, windows of light
Can show our minds, memories and myths.

Who will tell us of the world?
Once again, a wandering band
No longer connected,
broke free of our copper strands.

We know of so much,
but never once spoke,
The lost art of narration,
Oh how the mighty fall in a night.
And yesterday’s trivial past times,
now the source of all healing and joy.

Speak loud your tale!

Our ears hungry and minds starved,
As greedy children we never once said,
Thank you mother, father,
for your stories before bed.

With so much we Gorged and devoured,
Before we realised we are always empty,
Time wipes away all that we hold

except!

for the storyteller,
The true judge of our history,
The holder of our truths.
It was this god you needed to please - for else,

who will know of your name?
I walk down to the Pegnitz river.
I walk along the banks of green and white flowers —
a quiet place of respite,
smelling both sweet and fowl.
Both the crow and the swan venture on its water’s roof,
never daring to enter the house that man has built.

She lay below and looked up to see,
the black eyes of an eager crow
glaring through the glass.

To cry underwater is not impossible, to learn is fatal.

A baby’s cry can never be silenced in the mind of a mother.

A girl with no direction,
pulled through life by a man’s cruel hands,
In the name of the father!
A mother must pay.
But it is only she who knows that water
cannot wash her sins away.

She stares back at the world - taken from her.

Will anyone visit?
Utter sweet prayers?
Send the mocking crow away?

I throw a lump in the crow’s direction.
It scraws into the sky.
The wise swan takes the bread.

Instead of death,
I sent her a swan instead.
This is in memory of the young girls and women sentenced to drown for infanticide. Their positions were so dire that they were left with a hurrendous choice, which we can hardly comprehend today.
Tragedies happen to desperate people left with no options - something we are witnessing today in the supposedly free world.
We are never too many steps away from history's dark past, nor are we superior, as our society is only five steps removed from barbarism.
What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?

With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.

What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!

Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.

Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.

It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.

Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.

You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.

I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face

Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,

What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.

It is not I who can do it -
but we can.
We forget often that the small actions of the masses are what matters. Too often we blame someone else for our non action and rely on others to fix and mend our world. We have given up and decided nothing can be done, when we forget we are the ones that truly matter, our actions every day dictate tomorrows fate.

— The End —