Blistering feet, worn down to the bone.
Had to make my escape, they won’t leave us alone.
They beat and they whipped me to the edge of my life.
Even beating my children and ****** my wife.

If we retaliate it worsens our pain
and after they beat us, they beat us again.
They believe in their hearts that we are really no good
and to die for their cause is to do what we should.

People are Dying all over the place
but to those that are killing we don't have a face.
Our only defence is how fast we can run
as we try to elude where their bullets have gone.

So we run for our life and lots do not get away
this most ultimate price is the cost they will pay,
so I will walk to the end trying to find a new life
away from this horror, this turmoil, this strife.

Find somewhere that’s good and leave this hell far behind.
Somewhere I can mix with those peaceful and kind.
Where I walk down the street and I don’t have to cry
to the point of a gun just because I annoy.

Just for being a man, Just for being alive.
Just for wanting to not just to have to survive.
So I’m leaving this land, the land of my kind
and all of my possessions I am leaving behind.

In the hope for a place where we can at last find some peace
not ****** and hate from some elected thief.
Where starvation and drought is not worsened by threat
and the chances of living does not edge on a bet.

Where the toss of a coin can see a man dead
and a child will die for the lack of some bread.
I can no longer live, I think that I'd sooner die
so I'm walking away, no longer living a lie.

So off I will be, bare heat and the cold
just having to travel with the things I can hold.
With package of morsels I might struggle to live.
We have nothing to own, we have nothing to give.

So my options are easy with this change I am trying.
Either get busy living or get busy dying.
Before me this journey so dangerous and fraught.
It will not be easy, It will not be short.

But tread on I must this is all I can say
and hope all goes to plan, trying not to delay.
Searching this World for a place to be part
and try to forget all the pain in my heart.

But first this long journey a long walk in sight
I will hide through the day and walk through the night.
The losses of life will with time become past
and if happiness comes then I hope it will last.

My attention goes back as I reflect on the life I once had. I mean, I was no angel but I don't think that I deserved to die in such circumstance. I followed her like the fool I am, no thought of anything other than ****** gratification. Yes! I can place the prognosis of my death into four little letters, L.U.S.T.

With enthusiastic abandonment I created my own demise, everything that I once had is lost: My family, friendships, career prospects and my life, and all because I followed the stirrings of my manhood rather than one of common sense.

I miss all of the ingredients that were my past and travel a new time of darkness in a world that is embellished by the night. I will never again view the wonder of the rising sun, unable to walk into the light of the earth like I once did. I am a chained animal that is no longer able to roam with my own kind lest I should feel the inclination to feast off their flesh and blood like a cannibalistic predator.
I am a Vampire.

I can not imagine tearing at the cadaver of my fellow human beings, such idea's bring me to the brink of agonizing sickness in my mind but although I am no longer in the realm of the living I am fully aware that this is the course I must take to ensure my own survival. Knowing full well that when I cross this threshold that my humanity will surely be gone forever. I will then be as those with whom I acknowledge as beasts of the night.

I will not, however leave them to walk my path, they will be incapable of returning into the night as have I. I know that to feed is something that I must do so I have made a decision that, although it  goes against the will of God and man, in some little way It will be meagre attempt at some kind of righteousness.

My prey is close bye and from above I can feel the sins that scream out of his soul. I do not know how it should be that I can see the despicable acts that this man has done but I surely can. I must **** to feed my thirst but if this be the case then I will choose only those of abhorrent character to feast upon. At least I can guarantee that my sins will in resolve to help those of tormented mind. I shall see this as my own form of retribution for those whom may have suffered at the hands of my meal.

I tear his throat viciously and with aim to cause pain. Each screaming moment that he lives will be a tribute to the young life that he did disfigure. I will revenge those who cannot avenge themselves. I will be the first Vampire Vigilante and thus attempt to make the world a better place. Blood spatters every surrounding surface. This man will never hurt anyone else ever again.

Violation is the game this evening.

We all know of the horrors
of the world that cause such strife,
were hunger and disease
initiate often in life.

Disasters and war
creating havoc far away
where terrorists reach out their swords
so Governments might sway.

Where life is so easily removed
with just one single swipe
and those who have the might
of force can solve it with air strikes.

Whilst the human population
can initiate such hate.
I like to think that together
we could make a world so great.

The creature that is "MAN"
have proven what they can achieve
and if this could be directed,
then perhaps we might believe.

Believe that all together
things could begin to resolve.
Perhaps the problems of the past
would finally resolve.

Perhaps the poorer of this earth
could have enough to drink and eat.
Perhaps we wouldn't have to battle
with those kids from down the street.

We have the gift of innovation,
so let us have the sense for peace.
Lets fill the world with happiness
and gain of some release.

It could be something we could do
maybe it's perfectly feasible
all that needs to come up front
is for people to be reasonable.

Our lives would be preferable
if our thoughts could rearrange.
Things could be much better
if we all did dream for change.

The brains are all around us
and the talent is no dream
so together we could do it
and could make our world supreme.

Perhaps I'm just a dreamer
who often wishes for the best.
But to make this a reality
we should not ever rest.

Murderous brood you chill my spine
with screeching caw and shrill,
your message mischievous and malign.
Pecking loudly on my sill.

Inside I hide in candles light,
creaking bones of this old dwelling.
Timbers voice speaks through the night,
expanding lumbers constant swelling.

Reflection caught but not quite sure,
shadows walk with weary shift.
Childrens whispers sound the lure
and through this house their voices drift.

Things go bump and rearranged,
is my mind so far away.
Torments that cannot be explained,
send me into disarray.

I try to act in normal manner,
completing in my usual way.
Although my speech is now in stammer,
I often kneel down and pray.

Outside the weather got gradually worse,
the murderous brood in disarray.
Thunderous clapping, voices its curse
but still ebony stalkers won't go away.

Feathery missiles pound from without,
the mission it seems is to gain entrance.
The message clear and without doubt,
no longer happy on the fence.

From out of the heavens a lightning strike,
the gleaming bolt and the power it shows
illumination, I have not seen the like,
outside my window a flock of burnt crows.

Shortly the sun made its presence known.
The whispering ceased, demeanor had eased.
This aged building has now lost its groan
and for the first time I am feeling quite pleased.

At last a home where I fear no more,
nothing of bother I truly can swear,
perhaps this was God who did even the score,
I wonder if this was the power of prayer?

I walked through town last week
and a stranger came and spoke to me.
I agreed with many things he said
but I didn't know who he could be.

Interred for spouting to the crowd
is what I read in the daily news.
Religious twaddle said reports
so they locked him up for different views.

He spoke about his fathers house,
he also spoke about the rights for all.
His words were guiding us to follow,
that without our father we would fall.

Holy men from other values
refused to hear what he would say.
Degredation they threw forth
so keen to lock this man away.

I was reminded of the past,
perhaps you might recall this day
when something really similar
happened to he, to whom we now pray.

I don't think he was sent from God
but to quieten him they were intense
and rather than let us use our own minds
they kicked this fellow off the fence.

I know he believed of what he said
and to spread his words is what he tried.
Perhaps this man was just a nut
but was this reaction justified?

Unfaithful Serpent of scorn, who art thou to lower
your sight? Casting me down beneath thee.
I think not, above own plateau is that of this Kings
Territory. Had I lesser demeanour it would be your
head. Glaring up at the block with rolling eyes of
Crimson glaze.
Away then to White Tower for this most personal of
torments. A lesson to be taught and yes most delinquent
of friend. I will engage precious and most valuable
time as tutor. In near future I do expect your values
will become distinctly comparable to this Royals own.
Under scrutinizer the truth shall become known.
My truth is without doubt. Would thee allocate to
question the word of a King.
If this be true all Hell will befall thee. Ponder well on
this should you doubt my resolve. Should you confess
before God and King answer then with your ink scribbling.
Should you speak true I will show lenience and mercy.
The block will be preferable to thee. The alternative to be
burned to ashes shall pray more wholly on your brow.
This decision is for your own conscience.
Right will raise its head in either forum. Why then keep
possession on the other?
Such is the error of your ways the axe-mans block is your
favoured direction. Your admission signs your own fate
but is of your own design. Free will brings confessional
signature to light of day.
This King is now professed to be unlawfully wronged and
once more is eligible to take his toll.

Grave miss-shape of my words is used upon me. A scrambled charade of truth once told in such innocent converse. Whispers of reality merge with that of embellishment and ambiguity. skilfully woven and portrayed with tongue of Silver lined exception.

Graced upon to ***** audience whom cast ribald and ****** taunt from hierarchies seat. All of whom, in all reality recognize the stamp of torturous acquirement. All so quite clearly can be witnessed, should they choose to view this mortal shell of indicted personage positioned at their feet.

Blabbered brushed jaws painting this foulest of portraits, expressing disloyal and flexuous glimpse of devotion and fidelity. Dedication and overall Commitment that was once so sought after from those who now sit in expectant judgement.

Even unto Royal figure who with such ingratitude and for own expense should be so inconceivable and self immersed than to make false expression for own end. Formulation of such discourse would make even the most unfortunate of individual aghast in repugnant antipathy.

Upon to no Maiden in this realm should I even resemble that for which I stand accused. Particularly that one of Royal Nobility of whom all graces and respect should cast such humility and servitude upon loyal and most reverent subject.

Indeed I would personally Chastise so vehemently any such being who would envisage to execute such immoral and un-pardonable that as I am oh so wrongly accused of this day. With all flight and honour would I intend to right such a wrong passed upon a lady of such stand.

I stand in excellent company with upstanding fellow also cast avail by Unruly Royal and his band of foul hounds all baying to his every utterance and command.

To rid himself of loyal Queen with illicit words of degradation and misdemeanour is not one of a King, rather a Serpent that slivers through the slime of a false Heart. Deeming so unjustly to procure another in his bed for lack of male heir.

Once my loyalty to thee was forthcoming for I thought in my very soul there stood a King of elegance and splendid honour. But all such thought now bastardised as through yonder window shines true light of day.

To thee then Henry VIII, King of this realm I curse thee with every inch of my soul. God above will levy your foul action with female child, deny thee strong male seed and burden thee with an eternity of Hell.

As I wrongly die, I am crying for all that could have been. I cry for my wife and child, for an inhuman heart that sets his sights over the death of his Queen.

For twenty thousand rights cannot make amends for one singular foul wrong.

We gather at the wire,
concealed in the crowd.
Some of us quiet,
others are loud.

So many cultures
share this common sway
all are sweeping the ports
trying to get away.

We wait for disorder.
We wait for mistakes
and in all of the turmoil
some will try make their breaks.

Authorities' do their best
to keep us in grip
but they're not always aware
of the one who's made the slip.

We are always here waiting
and are concealed out of sight.
Hiding in any location,
configured by our plight.

Not a task we would choose
but what else can we do?
It's fifty, fifty I think
if I get caught or get through.

Moving swift our intention
in the hope we succeed
and to that ideal location
we hope to proceed.

Even if we're lucky
and our course we get done.
Everyday then will try us
with a life on the run.

Then if luck stays with us
our lives this will sway
but things are not always clear
always ready to get away.

Live for the moment,
live for the now.
Stop wondering when,
stop wondering how!

Don't live your life
wrapped up in a shroud.
You only live once,
so live it out loud.

We worry about dying,
We live for the pill.
If it's going to happen,
then happen it will.

So go and enjoy life,
don't become a health boffin.
You'll have plenty of time,
when you get in that coffin.

Life is a road
that we all must walk.
Sing for the hell of it,
talk just to talk.

Everything's possible,
just take that first
step into freedom
don't wait for the hearse.

We're all going to die
as is so often said.
But don't just lie down
in the flowery bed.

Go and get out there
and do take a chance.
Spit into the wind,
or do that daft dance.

Make love more often,
smile at the girl.
Find whatever turns you on
and give it a whirl.

So live with the living,
don't curl up and rot.
Make the most of each day
of this one life you've got.

I lie awake each night
and sleep it seems so far away.
I need to catch some sleep tonight
not sleep the day away.

But doing it is easier to say
than to get done.
just lying in the darkness
really isn't any fun.

The harder that you try to sleep
the more you stay awake.
In the morning when you leave your bed
you feel you've had no break.

You feel all the aches and pains
that your sleep should repair
and not only are you knackered,
you're also sporting tangled hair.

The day will soon be calling you
and raise you into action
but anything you do today
will not bring any satisfaction.

So I lie here counting sheep
to set me on my way
but I've been awake all night
now I will sleep all ****** day.

Perhaps I should have known better, after all it is against the law to stalk a person, but I was overwhelmed with her. She danced so erotically and I couldn't take my eyes off her in the nightclub.

Her hair was raven black, with pale skin, blood red lips and a face that screamed perfection. Attired in a red leather jacket covering a skin-tight black dress that moulded the impeccable figure that lay beneath. I didn't intend to follow her. I just hovered behind her almost dragged along by her scent.

I watched as she entered the building and just couldn't help looking up as I saw the light in her flat illuminate the full length window. My mouth watered as she undressed provocatively, eyes glazed as she removed her clothes.

She undressed almost as if she was aware that I was watching and seemed content to continue with such entertainment. I could quite clearly see her clad in her bra and *******, suspenders and high heeled shoes. When she looked out of the window and beckoned me with her finger I nearly **** a brick but I was unable to stop myself from entering the building.

I do not remember walking up the stairs but it seems that I must have because I was soon standing opposite the open door, the entrance to her apartment. I followed the scent of this ***** like a dog on heat, led on by animal lust and entered the property. I didn't notice the door closing as I walked hypnotically up the hallway. Glimpses of leering faces from passageway doors never penetrated into my psyche as I continued. I was deaf to the footsteps that trailed behind me as I haplessly followed my desire.

I shivered with delight as I entered the room to my voluptuous temptress, watching in awe as she rhythmically seduced me with her sway. She danced around me like a tigress and I was thrilled to the core as she enveloped me in her arms. I was delirious with pleasure as she feasted on the blood that flowed through my arteries. So high was I with gratification that I wasn't even aware of her minions who had indulged themselves in this banquet, even though I was indeed the main course.

Now I am one of those minions. My first death has seen me walking alongside the vile, feeding on the stupidity and wantonness that is mankind.

Do you remember me old lady or am I missing from your mind.
You used to be my mother if you only could recall
but you sit here in this armchair humming tunes that no-one knows
and you can't walk without assistance, should you fall.

I've been sitting here for hours and you utter not a word,
just looking into the realms of space, what should I do?
There is no-one in this place with whom I've got a chance to chat
so I suppose I might as well stay here and chat to you.

I watch as you eat liquid meals that spill all down your front,
I mop morsels off of your face with paper towel
and all I have for this attention is to hear you passing wind
whilst your only ****** expression is a scowl.

We never ever got on, hence you living in this home
for you never did agree with me not one singular time.
Whatever I did do or say was almost always wrong
and you never bothered with me in your prime.

So I don't know why I care for you I must be totally nuts
I know you wouldn't want me here not even for a bet.
So I must have feelings for you floating somewhere in my mind
and I know that there are many things I really should forget.

Things sometime flash before me so brief they move that quick
and in all these little glimpses that must have come from God above,
they rekindle tender moments, when you were kind and so sincere
and provoke that once upon a time there must have been some love.

So then with these thoughts in my mind I will really like to say
that I am sorry for the loathing thoughts I have gathered through the years.
I will do my best to make these remaining days that little more
and will care for you my mother and keep you in my prayers.

We walk the line together,
looking straight ahead.
Viewing the same scenery
and sharing the same bed.

Why is it then that we see
two totally different places?
Looking upon the same people
but seeing different faces.

I have never been unfaithful
but I refuse to shade my eyes
away from wonders of this place,
away from life’s surprise.

Every little thing within
my observational grasp.
Looking upon a life so good
and keen to make this last.

I walked this place for many years
before this love transpired
over any independence
of life I once required.

I walked this new route gladly.
This choice I freely make
to be with you of whom I love.
Have I made a mistake.

You watch my eye-line often
and woe betide I should
speak to another maiden,
your looks say that’s not good.

That elbow lock and loaded.
That ever waiting tongue.
Forever watching what I say
should you think I speak wrong.

I speak it as I see it.
I have nothing to hide.
I talk the way I always have
not to whom you do decide.

Your green eyed cast emotion
is squeezing at my heart.
Your jealous ways corrupt me,
my thoughts are now to part.

We had it for a moment.
I did all that I can.
I don't deserve this treatment
to whom I cant or can.

So baby now I leave here
I did not join this game.
You struck me out right at the start
and girl that’s such a shame.

I pulled the knot of the rope
tighter, rather like one would
to secure a tie into shape.

The rope was well secured
to a narrow wooden beam
that insured that the rope
would not fail and I was
positive that the structure
would take the weight as I
had designed it to do.

I looked at a picture I held
in my hand and the image
made me feel that this action
was the required course.

Suicide!

It wasn't the life that I had
led that had stirred this desire
to end my days.

I had no upset for the vicious
attacks I had made or the thieving
I had done to procure my habit.

No, it was the death of a child
that had brought me here. For
while I journeyed into the realms
of chimera and fantasy. Whilst
I walked the light fantastic
this child lay in his own unknown
territory.

On my come back to reality I
was assured another vision.
This time though neither delusion
of mirage. The child lay dead
with the syringe still hanging
from his young personage.

As I kick the stool away the
knot does its job to perfection
and as I struggle my life
away at the sharp end of this
rope the image flutters gently
down to the carpeted floor.

It shows the image s of a man
and his young son, soon to
be reunited in death.

Is it my calling to ****, do I adhere to follow those that sing such an operatic call for
death.
I wait in earnest for my provider with fain instructions to request this body to invade
with evil destruction upon another. I request, no, beseech that this is not to be the
case.
Beg implicitly that I shall be freed from this unlawful and ungodly task. Something
deeper warrants that I follow, in deed demands that I pursue this most superfluous of
destiny.My argument is futile falling so fluently onto deaf ears, if only I could
reciprocate
in same kind. If only this persecutor would leave, get out of my head, Exorcise itself
from
within this troubled mind. But nay the barracking continues incessantly.I wake in
unusual
surround, bandaged in bloodstained attire. How or where remains mysterious? Why?
Even more so. I cry into the night. I cry for this cadaver, this shell bleached in such life
giving elixir. I cry for me.
Lock me away I plead. Padded cell is my destiny my only resistant, use any form to
remove this incessant drone. I pray to my God to release me from this bond but only
Devil answers my calling.

You held my hand,
I thought you cared. 
I held to heart
the first kiss that we shared.

I thought it was 
the start of we 
but found instead 
it was only ever me.

You dangled me
just like a piece of string
until I realised
'twas just a one way fling.

It seems I didn't know 
what love could do. 
Could really build you up
then break your heart in two.

As I watched you
just walking bye
I never said a word,
I couldn't even try.

You held anothers hand 
but looked straight into my eyes.
My mind was screaming out
with such complete surprise.

I stood and watched you
walking with that guy.
My heart was dying there 
I knew no reason why.

I don't know what I did. 
I knew not what to say
so I stood quietly
and watched you walk away.

You must have thought that it's
ok for being cruel.
You left that young boy
feeling like a fool.

So tearful and alone
he learned his lesson then
and made himself a promise
that not ever again.

He'd always be alone 
and that was just the start.      
He'd never love again.
He'd never share his heart.

They found his body 
on that empty railway track.
The train had took his life,
he's never coming back.

A piece of paper found
just after he did die
just read a single word
and that word was, Why?

Beyond this tenebrous curtain, fear associates
itself substantially, refusing to take separation.
I am inclusive to the elements. Tangible forces
caress without inhibition.
Without respect it inspects. I respond with aversion
but cannot cure a prevention.
Swallowed alive am I! Ineffective inside these bowels,
without the slightest hint of protection.
I stretch my arms, trying to fight an unseen burden.
I rely wholly on touch, 'tis a war far from won.
Motion is stalled as heavy weight pushes down into
this abyss. Poundage is transferred upon other parts
of my decrepit fragility. I am being suffocated by the
enormity of my aggressor. Will is weak but I find strength,
adrenalin is guided from fear and I use it.
Surging forward I lift my assassin. I can feel the blackness
wrapping around my being, invading my face. They bind
around me like tentacles of a octopus squeezing tighter and
tighter. I summon the strength to heave the creature upwards.
The weight now lifted but still these bindings grip my all.
I grapple until I feel a sudden ease and I am free.
Illumination now presents this assailant before my own eyes.
The silkiness of such sheer cotton sheets piled up in the middle
of my bed, now in this light look as harmless as they are in reality.
I hear the groaning and look over to see the rising cloud, resonating from the floor beside my crib.

I flinch with fear as my spouse scowls over at me.