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 Jul 2010
Jacob Beaver
He's got his pink trousers on
Today. The floor has his
Undivided attention, his trademark bag
Flutters empty behind him, his
Cigarette hanging loosely from his
Cracked white lips.

Halting, he lifts his heavy
Head, the sun crushing his eyelids,
Until he stops
The onslaught with his hand.
The clock stares down,
Disappointment objectified.
 Jul 2010
Jacob Beaver
Awkwardly,
He walks over
The square, his shopping
Swinging
In his closed
Hand.

Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard.
Deftly, he uncovers the panels.
Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp.
Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat.

Awkwardly,
He fumbles in
His shopping for today's
Distraction.
Waiting for the next
Bus to nowhere.
 Jul 2010
Jacob Beaver
You pace.
Watching our every move,
The graceful arcs of the confident
Contrasting almost poetically with the
Furious frenzied twitches of the
Eternally ******.

The synchronised swimming of academics,
Marks of ten to the best of our
Talented dancers, recalling each
Jump, step, clap with personal flourish.
The strings are well hidden.

You spurn our dance, fixated by motorised,
Radio synchronised monotony.
"Stop writing, your time is up."
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

Laying face down, in a pool colored red
With all of this pain
Sticks like a stain
When can I shelter, from all of this rain
Oh ****, here it comes again

Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

Wondering if I’ll ever, get tobreak bread
These lips are dry, and need to be fed
Plate full of food, threw it out instead
This is a feeling, I’m beginning to dread

Off with my head
You heard what I said
I’m beginning to feel, like I’m already dead

I’ve already bled
No more tears to shed
Wrong paths I’ve led
Nothing more that hasn’t, already been said

So, off with this head
You know what I said
I’m beginning to realize, I’m already dead
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
I thought I was strong
But I feel so weak
How can I feel so low
When I was just at my peak
I try to get up and scream
All that comes out is a tweet
I want to keep goin
But my body feels beat
How can I win
When I suffer such defeat
I can’t really write
When all I hit is delete
How can life be so bitter
It used to be so sweet
My words are so shallow
But my thoughts are real deep
Love was so strong
And now it’s got a leak
Water was a fall
Now just a little creek
Im engrossed with hunger
But my body won’t eat
Stuck out in the cold
Can’t find any heat
Sick of this song
It stays on repeat
If my heart was made of ice
It’d only be a sheet
Im feeling so neglected
When theres people to meet
Keep comin up to me
So im forced to greet
Wanna fly away
Im strapped to the seat
I would get up and run
But I’m heavy on my feet
Can’t find a path
Though it’s a one way street
Performing so poor
Once was elite
Im feeling outta time
It’s the beginning of the week
There’s so much to say
But I gotta be discreet
Trying to sneak up
But I don’t know how to creep
The mountains not high
Just looks so steep
Im just so tired
But I can’t fall asleep
One thing ill never do
Is allow my self to cheat
I’ll get through this ****
Then I’ll be complete
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
I wonder what would happen, if you came through my hood
Sitting back for hours, wondering if you should
Will you keep your eye over your shoulder, at the man behind
Just because he looks, like he’s on the grind, in a bind
Or maybe cause your thoughts, are already intertwined
You judged us from the start, step one till the end
When you came around the corner, now your acting like a friend
Now I’m beginning to wonder, what your willing to spend
So I won’t expose the fact, that your friendship is pretend
What’s more important, your wallet or well being
Looking at your stance, your on the verge of peeing
Scared out of your mind, is it a ghost that your seeing
You think were gonna hurt you, well were not disagreeing
Hand on your phone, calling cops for your freeing
Now step back from your fear, see who really needs to be freed
Stuck in this world of prejudice, originated from greed
When can I move on, from the hatred that I’ve fleed
Treated different and tortured, cause I’m not of your creed
Now I’m gonna make up for my pain, get even with this deed
Let’s see how you handle it, when your soul begins to bleed
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
Am I alive
When I feel no drive
How can I survive
When I feel so deprived
Things went downhill
But why are they still
Have we forgotten the thrill
Have we lost that chill
The feeling that we felt
Things we’d say, words we’ve spelt
They meant so much
Way before any touch
Things like I love you
Te dua and such
When you went away
I didn’t know what to say
I got mad instead
But that wasn’t the way
Now I miss you everyday
Thinking of the time
When your heart was mine
Wishing everything was fine
Waking up to this constant grind
Finding a way back
Getting our love on track
A love so strong, no one can hack
Not a single seam, or even a crack
They say home is where you make it
I strongly disagree
My home is wherever there is
YOU AND ME
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
Funny how we can be so far
But never feel apart
Distance in a car
Together in the heart
No matter who can see
I could really care less
It’s only you and me
And for that I am blessed
 Jul 2010
Max Chisholm
Used to stand against that board, my weapons were all strapped
I’d wait in plastic, for a time to be unwrapped
A long time ago, but I’ll never forget that day
I almost gave up, but the waiting went away
He ripped open my packaging, and that’s when we began
We beat up all the enemies, even the new ones in the van
We could battle all day long, it never got old
The plan was going smoothly, taking over the world
As the years went on, the playing would not last
But now for some odd reason, the fighting’s in the past
I’m put in a box, with other who aren’t friends
They’re all still afraid of me so they all pretend
Were dragged out to the garage, and put in a pail
Our biggest fears came true, were all up for sale
I don’t understand what happened, to all the times we played
I guess I’ll be ok, the pain will soon fade
A father picks be up, and hands me to his boy
This feeling is familiar bring someone joy
Get in the backseat of my new owners car
I look out the window; my old home is so far
I wonder where were they’ll take me, where I’m gonna go
I guess this is my life, my name is G.I. Joe
 Jul 2010
D Conors
without you is a lonely shore,
a stretch of sand, a closing door,
where wisps the winds from off the waves,
such mockery of my heart they make.

no matter what the time of day,
i think, i dream of you this way:
hand in hand, at last as one,
sharing laughter, love and fun.
D. Conors
12 July 2010
 Jul 2010
D Conors
"29 October 1888 -- this letter was sent to Dr. Openshaw, who performed the medical examination on the portion of kidney received by George Lusk in conjunction with the From Hell letter."
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Old boss
you was rite
it was the left kidny
i was goin to hoperate agin
close to you ospitle
just as i was going to
dror mi nife along of er bloomin throte
them cusses of coppers spoilt the game
but i guess i wil be on the jobn soon
and will send you another
bit of innerds

Jack the Ripper

O have you seen the devle with his mikerscope and scalpul a-lookin at a kidney with a slide cocked up.
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 5th
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/
D. Conors
12 July 2010
 Jul 2010
D Conors
You though your-self
very clever I reckon
when you
informed the police.

But you made a mistake
if you though I dident see you.

Now I known
you know me
and I see your little game,
and I mean to finish you
and send
your ears to your wife
if you show this to the police
or help them
if you do

I will finish you.

It no use your trying to get out of my way.

Because I have you
when you dont expect it
and I keep my word
as you soon see and
rip you up.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper.

PS You see I know your address
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 4th
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/ripper
letters/
D. Conors
12 July 2010
 Jul 2010
D Conors
"On October 16th George Lusk, the president of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee, received a three-inch-square cardboard box in his mail. Inside was half a human kidney preserved in wine, along with the following letter. Medical reports carried out by Dr. Openshaw found the kidney to be very similar to the one removed from Catherine Eddowes, though his findings were inconclusive either way. The letter read as follows:"

From hell.
Mr Lusk,
Sor
I send you half the Kidne
I took from one woman
and prasarved it for you
tother piece
I fried and ate
it was very nise.

I may send you
the ****** knif
that took it out
if you only wate a whil longer

signed
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk
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View the actual document here: http://www.casebook.org/images/lusk
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 3rd
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html
D. Conors
11 July 2010
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