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 Jun 2014
Poetic T
We are but
One breath
From where there is none.
We may exhale
One
Last time.
But it will be a moment to fear
For those that breath there last,
The night is dark
And they will
Fear nothing or anyone.
If one breath is all
That we have left,
Let it be one to be remembered
Before we are gone.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I see an empty throne
Only the dead sat there,
For they are no more
But bone.
The curse of sitting above others
Those trusted,
But serpents tongues
Do they speak
Gold tinted lies.
Each a plan of their own
Friendships,
Truths,
Allegiance,
All but layered lies.
A long life
Is but a dream.
For the throne will crush all dreams
It is like a ****
It will grow extend its reach.
Suffocating any one close
They who dare to think of a higher place
That which is beyond reach,
I stare at any empty throne
And all I see is
Death
A place forever out of my reach.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
The long white is coming
No where to hide, it will cover
Mountain,
Hill top,
Then the lands of the many
Covered from sight, till distance unseen,
It cares not for
Man,
Beast
Or child
All fallen look the same under white,
Like white ash fallen,
Cold on the ground,
Blind to the world
Sky, land encircled
What is land,
What is air,
What is sky,
Unforgiving.
What will it take
How many must cut you,Blister your flesh,
Burnt cold, till you face a white death
The long winter is coming,
She will wear a gown of  white
draped over every land.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I am justice in blood,
You think that you are free,
No bars have you seen,
A smile
While others cry tears.
Walking the streets
A breath taken,
While those laid to rest
Never again to taste air, Exhale a breath.
You will not see justice, it finds you
When you sleep I will be there,
Waiting,
Watching,
Your on borrowed time,
Taken,
Unknowing,
Till you wake.
I am justice, you may now pray,
For I am the only one who will hear you
There is no
God,
Devil,
In this room there are scales,
Now justice needs blood
A life for a life must be paid.
I will take you apart,
Limb
By
Limb,
"But first eye lids off"
So you can witness justice tip the scales
I do this not out of hate or lust
I am the messenger of justice
"I punish the unjust"
Screams of the guilty
Then there is none,
For justice was served
The blind lady got the blood
For no one is above her,
**"Scales in need of justices blood"
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I can see you though you cant see me.
I watch your every move,
When you walk
I am the shadow
That is always behind you.

The person you never see,
But knows you well,
From what you do each day,
I see you with my own eyes.

I am that person that loves you,
The misunderstood
You don,t even know I exist,
But I wish you would
For just a moment.

I have you on my mind
While minutes past by,
Time is growing shorter,
The thought of you with another
That is not me.

But with my true love,
So my love is now turned to hate,
What I once loved
Now must pay
For throwing away this true given love.

They call me a stalker,
But they don,t know the love that I have,
But they will as the one I once loved
Will feel
My love as she fades away.
#love #hate #shadow #see #****
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Winter is coming
The cold ash falls, settling
It shall cover all
Wiping clean
An ocean of white frozen tides,
Blanket of secrets
Hidden till spring does show,
What was under that crisp blanket
Revealed,
Glanced upon,
Then that which was secret
Is no more.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
She was the glittering fairy
In the books,
But those who knew
Of the fairy
Tinker Bell,
Told another truth.

For hook was never after Pan
He was to hook a fairy,
Was his plan.

She had them hooked
On Dust,
Each morning
They would snort the glitter,
Then once again
Before dusk.

Those of weak soul
Could not take the toll,
Blood would seep
from there,
Eyes
Ears
& nose.

Feed to the croc
With a clock ticking,
Also addicted to
Lost boy flesh
Glazed,
Glittered,
Eyes,
Of a hunger untold

Peter Pan  
He flew to our world,
Not for
Friendship
Or for fun,
But to replace those fallen
Dismembered,
Hacked,
carved,
All by tinkers wand.
They were
Feed to the croc,
When all were asleep
High on dust
They never did ask,
Where the others had gone.

Enticed by a far away land,
Those who were taken
Never again to see home.
The lost boys
In a far off Land.

Peter her protector,
From the man,
The one with a hook for a hand.
Stories sing a different tune,
For it was tinker bell
Who magically removed
This limb called hand,
To quench its hunger,
Fed it to croc
Now the beast has a
Taste for the man.

No ill does hook hold
Against Pan,
But a sword
Must be put  
Through this child,
Who thinks he is man.

For hook is the only one
Who can rid this land,
Of the twisted dealer
Of dust,
Who wishes
To enslave this land.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Three requests,
As you saved the life of me,
For you can see
the end to three
Those that have done you
wrong.

For any matter
Be it of
love,
Jealousy,
Disrespect,
Or for those
That need not to
Be breathing any more.

Names of those
That you would wish gone,
They will be here,
But the next day
They will be gone.

No questions needed,
None should be asked,
Asking questions
Are those things
That make those requests
Come  and bite one back.

Then they will be
The ones missed and
Then gone.

You have a request,
It will be done,
But once these are used
My debt is done.
Do not look,
Do not do it out of greed,
What is not owed after
What is done.

I may turn the hunt
On those that were owed,
Never to be spoken,
Never to be wrote,
Just know
That when it is done,
The debt is over,
And those three
Will be
Bones
Or
Dust.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Painted in white where the body fell,
A shadow of death an outline
Of a final breath.
Each drawing never the same,
Drawn to show death,
A resting place
Life lost,
Just a white shadow
No age,
No name.
Not knowing
If a
Woman,
Or man.
A child
Never wishing to see that outline.
An outline to many, have I seen,
So many fallen
All that is remembered,
Is the white outline,
Where life left
And death begins.
 Jun 2014
Camellia-Japonica
Naïveté played its part, when you almost took my heart.
I was flattered that an older man found something in me.
I heard the gossip, heard the remarks, but, our friendship was to last.
I so naively thought.
The fact that you were married, and I was just 18, meant nothing.
The fact that you were an authoritative figure, also meant little.
We were friends.
But, married men soon need to make a decision
Family or friends?
I loved talking to you, I loved your uniform, I loved our secret.
The way we'd talk all night, your car parked outside my home.
The way I'd come to the old Victorian station, and share a cup of tea.
The way you told me things that you said you couldn't share with her.
The tour of the old holding cells. Eyes lingering on the mattresses.
The kiss you gave me whilst on duty, the blush we shared.
Less than 10 years stood in our way, and a wife.
Then, the crushing blow that she was pregnant, due that snow.
Was I a distraction? From coming to terms with fatherhood?
One last fling, before that ring bit deep on your finger?
I told you no. You transferred. I alone endured the village gossip.
Secrets like ours are doomed before they start,
you were another's.
The ring on your finger played a part in my never giving you my heart
© JLB
22/06/2014
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Like bee stings
They fly free,
Only stopping
When flesh
Brick or bone,
Hitting,
Ripping,
Shattering,
Lives ended,
Lives never the same.

They never asked,
Just
Wrong place,
Wrong time.

We never see it coming,
A stray bee sting
Flies through the air.

A victim falls
To the floor,
White out line
Blood on the floor.

How many stings
Take the
Innocent,
Family,
Friends,
When will gun violence end.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I am a painter of death
I will paint the white red
For the only good
Is that of red
There is no other colour
No other way
For blood must run
The colour red.
I will paint a master piece
Of blood,
Of flesh,
Of Bone,
The master piece
Of the knife.
The blood will run
The paint is red
I will paint many pictures
They are of,
Pain,
Suffering,
Cruelty,
They drip with each stroke.
I will paint
With the cruelty
That is me,
**The canvas will run red.
#life #death #red
 Jun 2014
Camellia-Japonica
You
You lie next me
I smell your scent
You drift into sleep
I watch you breathe slow and deep
You mumble words that I strain to hear
I lean closer, feel your body's heat
You drape an arm over me
I start to drift away on the sleepy tide
You mumble once more
I hear the words now
You say her name, you nuzzle my hair
I fade into the darkness of sleep
I fade into obscurity by your side
You've forgotten me.
© JLB
22/06/2014
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