i.

Us poet's art the sane one's
The rest of the world;
Is insanity.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

limbs dancing
dark hair flowing
arms and legs
wound around the sky
pockets full of autumn leaves
above the rushing clouds
her heels pushed into
their misty brocades
twisting like a ghost
of the white skies
then singing on her ivy-covered swing.

i may have pushed you too far.
i may have pushed me too far.
this is me
desperate
half awake
half hoping you'd never hear what i did
half believing that is dishonesty
fully conflicted by internal misconduct.
but there's still a fraction
not a null, but a significant portion
that believes it has to get much worse
before it gets much better.
and i'm getting much worse.
so hang on until sunrise, i say
to you
and me.

They knew nothing of the politics of flight, merely watched the birds that soared in the sky.
They knew nothing of the world around them and how it would ignite, when sitting watching sparks rise up like fire flies in the halve each night.
They knew nothing of what spooked their parent’s sight, not understanding the fear that glowed bright in their eyes.
They knew nothing of why their calm mother from polite and encouraging, became anxious holding them tight.
They knew nothing of why father stood watching from the window each night, simply thinking he was watching dreams drift by in the moon light.
They know nothing of why they are walking for days, pushed shoved and spat upon by a world given to not caring.
They know nothing of the politicians that sit on their hands, whilst they grow blown bellies and sleep in no go zones.
Perhaps they will know in time, should the death bell not ring for them this day!
(c) Robert Kingston 20.9.15

Bricks of mortar fall on my path
like a wall of misery and anguish
Surrounded by a vision of death and destruction.

Wondering how I've endured the constant treachery and deceit
Yet, never allowed myself to break free from the insanity of sorrow
Almost in fear of what will happen tomorrow.

The sickness inside of your cold, icy heart
Penetrates my warm, loving soul with an icepick
The unseen blood spurting from every wound you created
Even now, my sadness eats holes in my stomach, making me sick.

So, please harden and guard my heart
Remind me of who I really am
I need protection from my self
Because no one gives a ******* ****.

****** lines paint pictures on the road side of their hell.
From the first day they bleed as the key is turned for the final time.
Not dressed for the journey, each step harder than the one before.
Each sunset sees the reaper, his call, the devils smarting roar.
Every new day like no other they will have experienced,
Each new dawn the mist of many spirits aloft,
those remaining, feeling that no one cares.
Aspirations gone,
Dignity lost
Food,water and shelter scarce,
The queue lengthens
The questions get louder
The queue lengthens the questions
Get LOUDER and LOUDER and LOUDER.

Fences erected,
Borders closed,
Armies lined ready to stall the flow,
Humanity lost !
Hidden in a politicians pack.
The questions get louder.
There's no way back!

(c) Robert Kingston 19.9.15