There was an idea
I had last night
At the moment between
Consciousness and sleep sublime
An ephemeral ribbon
Of insight
That opened my heart
And my mind in parts
That had been blind.

My mind said "rise"
My body said "do you think that's wise?"

That ribbon floated on by.

"Get up write it down"
"I'll remember it word for word"
Of course that was a nasty lie.

In this morning's black darkness
It was gone It was gone
Like the moments of our lives
Floating ephemiral ribbons
Dancing in the breezes
Of  time. ..

In between life’s mortal coil
where living teaches harshest real.
Mixed between the good and vile
this is the realm we learn to feel.

Our feelings good or very bad
often guide our way in life,
in many ways it is so sad.
Our past does cause us so much strife.

From early years I lived with rage.
Violence was just a way it seems.
Beatings from an early age
it took away our childhood dreams.

The first girl that I really liked
assumed there was some good in me
until my temper truly spiked.
It's when she wanted to be free.

I sit alone and sometimes cry
because of the things I have done.
In retrospect I’d rather die
or disappear and run, run, run.

It just comes out in angers run,
before I know it I strike out.
Just thank the Lord I had no gun
because I would use it there’s no doubt.

After many bad association
where violence has been used to quell
I hope that in this new relation
this time I do not go through hell.

I fight so hard now to restrain
my temper being what it be
From violence I must refrain
once and for all I can be free.

Free from anguish, free from blame.
Not to recall my younger days
Just talk instead of being inflamed
like others in more normal ways.

Now I am married with a wife.
Three loving children I adore
I think now when I feel the strife
No longer use my Satan’s claw.

Satan’s claw is what I call
my way of evil mindedness.
No longer to this way I fall,
now I can make this recompense.

Although my upbringing was quite bad
I feel I blamed my ways on this,
my parent’s lives’ were very sad
and something I shall never miss.

My life has gained in many ways.
My family I love more than all
and life is now something I praise
I thank God each day that I don’t fall

I wear the poppy
to celebrate
100 years
since
WW1

Cloaked by the veil of night I ready myself for what is to come. Fear is not recognized on this side
of the shroud, for it is this fear that is my most useful and treasured tool.
Footsteps approach the alleyway, I see my target pace forward towards his end, illuminated most
benevolently by the blush of his own burning cigarette end.
In his own world he lays claim to control and intimidation, a brave and dangerous man by his own
words. Words I shall later configure to be truth or allegory.
It is a simple matter to terrify someone prone to be terrified, is a different course to set the same
action upon he who does usually initiate the afor-mentioned phrase.
As the victim looks up into the eyes of this purveyor of violence I suspect it true that fear is well
presented to his visual inspection and it goes without saying it adds to his delight.
I imagine in other venues the same is said of myself but I would very much disagree with this
evaluation. Fear, Intimidation is not what I represent, they are just tools in an arsenal, I am just
simply here to reek good old honest revenge..
You do the deed, you pay the price, Simple as that. No forgiveness passes through this alley-way
this night, just utter, complete and total retribution. A gift from me to all those whom have been
bitten.
As you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you will indeed fear evil, for I art with thee
and this rod of correction is indeed not one of comfort
The scatter of burnt ash bouncing off the alley wall signifies the conclusion of any remaining
illumination as he throws the **** of his cigarette away, darkness prevails once again.
As I strike, screams of pain shatter the silence and echo through the narrow passageway. The
****** body of this victim slumps unceremoniously alongside garbage bags, a fitting end for such
*******.
True and honest folk can breathe a sigh of relief, to them I am vigilant. If you swing the other way
however, BEWARE.

If something seems familiar
a past event or more
you know it's happened somewhere else
of that you can be sure.

You can't remember where or what,
or how and why you can't evoke,
those memories you have forgot,
a touch, a song perhaps a joke?

I fail to bring this thought to view
this something I should recollect,
something that I thought I knew,
a moment that I can't connect.

Something that I've read perhaps
or maybe something that I've wrote?
something that i've kept under wraps
or something that I meant to note?

Is it something I have seen?
Kept on the tip of my tongue,
to do it would I have been keen
or was I doing something wrong?

Is there something I'm meant to show?
Perhaps something I'm meant to do?
Would it be somewhere I should go?
Or is it simply Deja-Vu