With the red lights in my eyes
And the gray haze in the sky
With the fire red reflecting back
The neon skin distracts me from where I am
And where I should be
In the winter clear, I sit
And I'm sick of it

As the snow falls on cars
On pedestrians and bars
Wrapped in pea-coats and ***
Under the foggy winter sun I slowly stroll
With a woman in my soul
Like a gypsy king and queen
In a lucid fever dream

Up in the offices and desks
With stress in their chests
These people think of home
While their lovers are alone and stuck with screens
Like windows into scenes
They thought money could buy
As they drift and die

Pouring out from the walls
Of worship chapel halls
With hands in their pockets
Stealing trinkets and lockets to give to the men
Who promise the end
But all will be right
If you pay the right price

From the streets of gods
That will one day rot
Under our wandering feet
When we longer speak but are just memories
Passed on like a disease
On death, I've made my peace
Until then, let me be free

With heavy hearts the lightened feet march up on Whitehall
take a peek,
then down below the trenches go
light up a woodbine,
'dontya know this is the show that we'll be late for', Says Scouse.
'Gor blimey mate' says cockney Joe, 'let's have a look at all them toffs'
and ups the periscope as scouse scoffs bully beef.

Thiefs of body, thiefs of friends,thiefs of time and there is a belief in some older men,
that this is a time when we remember 'them'
No words need be conveyed
no tears for what they gave
just a sober, sombre silence
like when the guns fell silent
one hundred years ago.

Poverty is it's own madness with mirrors that cannot hold the envy of those who desire the wealth of others or conform ideas of righteousness to mask unlawful actions that rebels others to intwine within dangerous degrees of harm for poverty a design of greed is not an excuse or tool to used among mortal thiefs in any form

Chapter 1
Falling leaves


The Crimson sky shone brightly around the young elven girls hair as she stood beside her mother in the remote area hidden within the starian mountains. They both examined the small and large creatures that roamed the area so free so untamed yet they shall cause you no harm should you approach them. "Amira my daughter" the mother said to her " you see what is before and you know that each creature, plant and breathing being has been taken care of by our clan and race for many generation since the time of the elders still roamed the earth" "amira" she said "take this bow and staff and decide what your destiny shall be" The young elf girl stood still and gazed upon the well carved bow and the refined staff that had been used by generations before her. She plucked the string of the bow and heard it resonate through the woods and followed with two taps to the ground a flow of light now appeared on the ground by which she tapped on. The light engulfed the ground in a quick and rapid flow it looked as if heaven itself was set upon the earth in which she stood now looking out upon the world with her mother. These thoughts the memories that she had reminisced the scenes from her child it was also one of the last time she would see her parents , alive that is.The once young elf girl rose to her feet and wiped her forehead to remove the sweat from the dream she had just endured. She said aloud “This dream is always returning to me, why?” She picked up her Staff that her mother had given her so long ago it seemed. The Staff had grown with her as she got older and taller so did the staff to suit her in her journeys in life. She stretched out and began to examine the forestry from up in the tree in which she had spent the night. She shape shifted into a cat and dropped from the tree with a ease and set off into the direction of the City of the sentinels in which lay in the land of the humans who her people had always been in alliance with since the elder gods had roamed the earth the human and elf gods had at one time waged war with each but they saw it as pointless to continue to sacrifice there beloved creations. Swiftly she moved dodging tree after tree to reach her destination before the start of the summer solstice. She regained her regular form as she reached the gate of the city in which she had traveled so far to reach in time, she approached one of the guards that stood outside the city gates and she said “I have a message for your king, please grant me passage into your city” the guards asked “is that so then show us the message as well as remove all of your weaponry for you know this is a city built on serenity.” She removed the letter from her satchel and opened it before the eyes of the left guard, he examined it quickly and saw its urgency and quickly commanded that the gates be opened. The gates swung open with a quick thud as they locked into place to allow her in. She walked slowly as the humans examined her with intensity as if they had never seen her kind before despite that not being true for the elves and humans had always fought along side one another since the first war in the plains of krasia. Young children run amok chasing each carefree as such young group of children should be. Amira approached her final destination which no more than sixty –five yards ahead of her. Before her stood the largest palace in the entire land of Emul, which lied in the eastern kingdom. The king welcomed her to his city with a great and joyous laugh hands extended saying “my father and grandfather and past generations have ruled over this land and so shall I continue.” His voice echoed through halls of the palace, Amira stood astonished at how much different the humans are in there own land she had only known them on the field of battle by in which she fought along side them in the war of jinir. She knelt before King Azreol and said “Your majesty I bring you news from my people in the starian mountains.” She reached into the satchel and removed the letter which bore the royal seal of the elven king. Her hand held it out in front of her, head bowed still and knelt the king approached and took the letter from her hand and said “ You may rise for are people are at peace and so I shall consider you my dear friend” The king read the letter quickly with a small sigh followed after reading it. He looked and laughed with great joy and said “My dear girl it pleases me to say that we accept your invitation to the Festival of the Three Moons.” “Go and tell your king that we shall arrive on the sixth day of the coming month to help prepare such a great and joyous occasion.” She bowed once more and said " Im most sure he will be glad to hear of you answer to attend your majesty" Amira rose to her feet and thanked the generous king for accepting there offer and headed out the palace doors, but the king rose and said " Such a young and beautiful elf such as herself is not implying that she dares to sleep with the beggars and thiefs of the city does she?" " well yes" she replied.

Threw others reactions one can see there are truly thiefs among us all those who take without remorse and seed themselves as victims of situations caused my there own greed a master piece of deception behind the curtains of those who oppose the laws of the land

Vietnam's got a raw, dangerous side to explore,
And whilst I'm far from one to detract or deplore,
From the beauty of the place, the gentle souls of the people,
There's some dark things balancing the good with the evil.

Prostitutes are shedding clothes and dignity in bars,
Whilst *****, old men sit with wet mouths ajar,
People claim to help you whilst emptying your pockets,
Because they can't afford to live on their pitiful pay dockets.

Prices sky rocket based on the colour of your skin,
But we're from a wealthy country so we can't make a din,
The protectors - the police will only help you for a bribe,
And if you can't pay the price then you'll get locked inside.

Just alive malnourished dogs with heat exhaustion,
Rats dwell beneath restaurant tables waiting for their portion,
Agent Orange victims left with face contortion and extra limbs,
While aging, old ladies gather supper from the bins.

Children roam the streets at night and noone blinks an eye,
So much is wrong that you're left wondering what's right,
But in this world of chaos can we chastise their plight?
Whilst we take advantage, judge, rule, bomb others and fight.

The 'United' Kingdom separates itself from the world,
Covering up so many lies it makes your toes curl,
Corrupt chains thwart families hopes and beliefs,
Let's form orderly queues for the corporate thiefs.

Every country has a blood money epidemic,
We simply hide it better as we're more academic,
A nation crammed full with political actors,
The fact we follow suit is the critical factor,
To the downfall of our country and the people who reside.
It does not abide to say, ‘Well, at least we tried!’,
But as we all know in this puppet show *******,
We've only ourselves to blame, therefore I'm the biggest culprit.

Centurie ago..
Humans ..
Rough touch...
I can see you.
Soft curves of your body.
Thiefs stiling your life.
I am fighting for you,nothing personal.
Not today ..
Am I in love ?

You were velvet,I was  jeans,you sping water,i was gaterade.I was Dvds,you were Macy,s and all its magic.I was happy with something gotten from Sears.But i loved you then as i do now and will always.You were concert music,i was gospel pop.You were Candlelight dinners with place mats,i  was McDonald,s with a two for one coupon.You were Runway fashion and political talk,i was cars and quarter backs.And in spite of our differences,we shared  many sundowns,fought against love thiefs and shared mutual  pain.And i loved you then, as i do now,and will always.We were blessed with only a brief span of time and i remember convincing you that our  would live even though you had  serious doubts.Now like so many other broken hearted lovers,we've gone our separate ways.And maybe,i should have listened to caution's music playing inside my head as you did.But i've always been a stubborn fool ,now i wait here for the lonely years to embrace me and will say in spite of fate's final decree.That i lovrd you then, as i do now and will always.

Even if no one believes me
Forgiveness is the greatest thing we have
How can anyone sit on a throne and condemn others when they also sin every single day.
It's in no ones place to judge.
But we are all human, and we all will.
**Just remember it was Christ who hung out with the prostitutes, liars, cheaters, thiefs and heretics.

Hope-filled the vacuum
like an ornate snake
It bedraggled in its canopy
An insurgent Sun appeared
breaking the cold of the morning

The Horizon rang fitted and disparate
Then the cold elbow of twilight appeared
Hard and Dusky grey
like a thief's  errand

Who do i trust in this street life im livin?
No one Kus the players in the game are liars, thiefs, and always cheating.
Im fiendin for the money power and the world.
I had the right person but she was the wrong girl.
She didnt love me like i thought,
she loved me for a min then the next she loved me not.
A cold shot; My heart the target and she hit my caring spot and my feel
Now I'm searching for the love but make believe is far from real.
Its a cold world, so many hearts have come victim to the chill.
Its a cold cold world

Devour my blood ******* pain among those who walk among as thiefs these in darker minds of uncontrolled planning who hold no value of hearts embrace devour my blood and seed in the depths of endless countess moments locked within the cruel extensions of history devour my blood for my strength has always been my shield my fortress among the heartless of man

an old man said to me
you can bury your ghosts
for your past is spent
and your new pockets are empty
and no man can judge a poor mans wealth
for his pockets are made of gold
but dont be greedy to reach down and grab
for your thiefs dissapointment
due this no named man got gold in his hand
spilling from his head
with not a single thread
but his knee to tread
from the muddy water so deep
where the poor fools sink
who stripped the man of his skin
long ago with his kin
say goodbye to these short faces
the skin will stretch to win the races
but not a man nor soul will win the race
if one doesnt bury his ghost
in this soon forgotten place

Beware for liars roam are lands thiefs and cowards mixed within conversations shadow the concreate jungles of endless hunger searching for the weak of minds willing to conform to suggestion for one must question before action is taken think in quiet form then apply the threads of strength to sew a new approach to victory

It was late at night
I was so tired I didn't even put up a fight
I didn't realize my front door was open
I wish I would of known
And made sure my door was closed
Because that night I wasnt alone
I was 9 months pregnant
The day before
It was the day after I had my baby they came through the door
3 men all dressed in black
But it only took one man
To make me lay dead my back
They didn't just take the tv
They took away my babies mommy
And she went to live her daddy
But her daddy couldn't stop drinking
I don't think those thiefs didn't know what they were stealing

Ok.
I admit I've  stolen hearts,
Plagiarized Shakespeare
To get my way into a day
I might hold her tight
Used words that Poe also wrote
or themes that Emily thought of
in loneliness
or was that Thoreau?
A crook a ne'er did well
a thief a stealer of words
Ignoble. And i grin because
I know
deep down inside,we all
Compose
With the meter words the sounds
Of dead poets
Echoing
in our minds
Somewhere

And, were any work unique,  ever.
Or are we all
Just thiefs, and
Crooks

Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to

Your body, your property
It’s that easy actually

However you define yourself to be, man or woman
anyone
I repeat,
Nobody has the right to put their hands on you unless you give them the right to

Nobody has the right to feel entitled to to your body, but you
Nobody has the right to define you
whoever you may be

Here’s to you

I know, there are so many of you, like you

Who felt violated in their own body
Who felt the sting of words
The sharp double edged sword of them

You, who didn’t let the thiefs in but that’s why we call them that
the criminals who leave you traumatized

They might not have killed but they wounded to the core

A reminder:
It is not your fault.
It‘s not your fault whatever you wear
It’s not your fault however you walk
It’s not your fault

It’s theirs.

Don’t stay silent. Fight.

There are thiefs among us all even within the tiniest of spaces for lies unfold the truth open our eyes and force us to see that we all can walk blind along the painful paths of deception for free will gives these of choices to those who only wish to do harm onto others but also to be absorbed by those who have survived who now see and seek to expose those of unsavory character

The scent of deaths day
Shall stall man in step
A scent of such odour
Little society of the crowned
Shall lose order

The sound of heavens pearl
Will tame gaunt thiefs, hark
Speek in hush, hear the oil painted
And a voice of innocence attempt
Escape of a soul long tainted

The sight of distressed dirt
Ultimately silenced man in word
Inevitable,indescribable once there
For we are not to give, share
But to be gifted a time past earth