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KarmaPolice Jun 2014
Sitting by the fire,
He raised a glass,
Whispering words,
Of his secret past,

A solitary tear,
Wiped slowly away,
Hiding the pain,
Of that fateful day,

As a curious child,
I always wondered why,
My heroic father,
Would sit and cry,

Or wake up screaming,
Soaked in his bed,
Telling my mother,
The noise in his head,

As I grew old,
I understood why,
My soldier father,
Would sit and cry,

He lost his family,
Not linked by blood,
He witnessed things,
That no human should,

Affected by the war,
Still to this day,
His PTSD,
Is stuck on replay.
KarmaPolice May 2014
Angry looking man,
Stressing over his weak coffee,
Makes him feel vulnerable,
Caffeine helps him dictate,
As sharp as his suit,
Lessened by his gait,

Waitress not impressed,
His twitching brings her nausea,
The smell of coffee,
Affecting her hangover,
Public toilet looks appealing,
No time for tissue,

The new lovers, one wears a ring,
The other wants his wife's,
His money appeals,
He drives a fiat,
Full of bravado,
Is silenced at home,

Crying child,
False smile hides mothers stress,
Child irritated by coffee house walls,
Grandmother knows best,
New methods to raise,
As flat as the coffee house scones,

Elderly man sitting with his paper,
Keeping warm,
Same drink is now cold,
Watching the world go by,
David Attenborough in his head,
Two weeks to live,
And I’m happier than them all.
A typical day in the local coffee house
KarmaPolice May 2014
Sitting in his chair,
Laughing at your pain,
Abuse driven glory,
His only aim,
---
Withdrawn from society,
Curtains drawn close,
Prozac painkillers,
Attention less ghost,
---
Viral anger,
Lack of remorse,
Deflecting the pain,
Of his parent's divorce,
---
A knock at his door,
The troll opens it wide,
A recognised face,
Looks him straight in the eyes,
---
Fear grips his body,
As she pins him to the floor,
The screams turned to silence,
A troll he was no more....
---
The urban legend,
Of the internet troll.
Punished by the evil...
That devoured his soul.
KarmaPolice May 2014
Chapter 1
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Most children my age, have a place called home, ?
Parents or siblings, they are never alone,
Have their own room, with clothes on their back, ?
Food on their plate, piled in a stack, ?

Well educated, a wealth of close friends, ?
But for me?. It is hard to pretend, ??
Eating scraps off the floor, no water or food,
A derelict home, no light in the fuse, ?

No brothers or sisters, not a friend in sight,
Forgotten by the world, I lay here tonight.
Dishevelled clothes, trainers hang of my feet,
Winter descends, snow following sleet, ?

Tiles missing, the wind sets a chill, ?
Huddled in the corner, I await her still. ??
She walks the street, hour after hour,
Collecting the funds, for an ****** flower,

I can sit here all night, yet she will fail to return, ?
I'm second to addiction, I have soon come to learn, ??
Pain in my stomach, freezing I stare, ?
The door creaking, but no one is there,

Sirens in the distance, I wish they'd find me,
Too weak to get up, too dark to see, ??
Twenty four hours, I lay here alone,
Shivering in cloth, through to the bone,

Tears fading, they serve no use, ?
They cannot save me, from years of abuse.
Commotion outside, unable to shout, ?
Too ill for fear, impending blackout, ?

Door kicked in, they rush in and see, ?
The fear grips the room, as they find me. ??
In the hospital, I awake alone, ?
No mother beside me, I should've known, ?

A woman attended, called me by name, ?
I knew that my life, would never be the same.
First part of my book. Not for the faint hearted.
KarmaPolice May 2014
I found you there, lying on the tarmac,
Dressed in a suit, your hair gelled back,
People walking by, hadn't got a clue,
Too busy in their minds, but I could see you,
~~~
Car's driving by, gesturing at each other,
Unaware of a body, lying undiscovered,
Commuters in the way, I struggle through the rush,
Stubborn moans, as they refuse to budge,
~~~
Twisting my ankle, stumbling off the kerb,
Knocked off the pavement, by this one way herd,
Calling out to you, I asked if you're okay.
You didn't respond, so still that you lay,
~~~
Checking your vitals, your eyes open wide,
Ignoring my calls, like you wanted to hide,
I call for some help, a policeman walks by,
Oblivious to us both, as you let out a cry,
~~~
More people look around, they see you there,
Rubber necking as they, gather and stare,
The policeman asked, if you were okay,
You didn't respond, so still that you lay,
~~~
Calling an ambulance, as commuters watch,
A vagrant on a bench, clutching his scotch,
People calling over, Will he be okay?
We didn't respond, so still that you lay,
~~~
Arrival of a paramedic, and an off duty Nurse,
Reading your vitals, talking chapter and verse,
Interrupting them both, we asked if you were okay,
They didn't respond, so still that you lay,
~~~
Movement of your eyes, as you whisper a sound,
A moment of silence, as you look around,
I lay down beside you, to listen to your words,
The commuters muted, in their gathering herd,
~~~
You said
~~~
The reason I'm lying in the road is....
~~~
Newsflash on the Radio,
A city sleeps,
Thousands laying down,
Refusing to speak,
We asked for an update, from commissioner grey,
He didn't respond, so still that he lay,
~~~
End of Transmission
Based upon the video for Radioheads Just single.
KarmaPolice May 2014
The tired old robot came to rest,
Years of working, left him worn and distressed,
His batteries lacking power, he walked without grace,
The lights dimming, on his dented old face,

Rust makes him brittle, seizing up his hands,
Joints lacking oil, clogged with debris and sand,
His circuit’s burn, as the sparks rattle his brain,
His memory corrupted by electrical rain,

Reaching the end, after all these years,
The robot cries, his battery tears,
Crashing to the ground, falling apart,
As the power slips, from his computerised heart.

There he lay, upon his back,
As the wind covered, his final tracks,
Placed upon the scrapheap, stripped of his parts,
They carefully removed, his memory and heart,

Words read from, the old kindle book,
As they restored his body, with the classic old look,
Wires refreshed, the burning of solder,
Faint light returns, to his classic controller,

One final piece, to power his soul,
The heart replaced, in the mechanical hole,
Twitching fingers, he opened his eyes,
Met with cheer, and emotional cries,

Holding his hand, were Robots restored,
Embracing each other, mechanical applause,
As Light beamed, from behind the seventh,
He spoke..........
"Welcome my son, to robotic heaven"
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