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KarmaPolice Oct 2015
Etched in his mind,
The internal war,
Haemorrhaging blood,
Hidden once more,

Slowly he’s dying,
His body too weak,
Paralysed lips,
Unable to speak,

Traumatic life,
Slipping away,
His heavy soul,
Aching today.

He witnessed it all,
The burden unseen,
Screaming their names,
Tortured in dream,

His cries settle,
His memory fades,
Wiping the tears,
For former comrades.

(Repeat)
For all the soldiers alive today, we will remember them too.
KarmaPolice Oct 2015
The space absorbed
By positive thoughts

Of one’s expressive mind

Is crushed by failure
And negative thoughts

In this dismissive mind

The trigger pressed
By recurring stress

In this historic mind

Leaves broken text
And forward steps

**Within the confines of my mind
KarmaPolice Oct 2015
I'll be forever in her shadow,
In the darkness I wait,
The situation consumes me,
As I'm left to contemplate,

I look exactly like her,
In every single way,
I mimic her movements,
It’s a game I like to play,

I blend with her shadows,
I follow her when she leaves,
I know her every mannerism,
I even copy how she breathes,

We tread the route together,
Picking flowers in the sun,
Sharing the memories,
Of all the things we've done,

She gazes at the light,
Beaming through the sky,
Breaking through the clouds,
Warming her inside,

We walk along the path,
But I let her lead the way,
To the comfort of our home,
On this summers day,

She lay upon the bed,
And whispered close to me..

...I miss our days together mum,
I wish you were here with me.
KarmaPolice Sep 2015
Upon reflection,
I see the past,
Stained with tears,
On broken glass,

Years of pain,
And near despair,
Kept fragile shards,
Beyond repair,

Mirrored soul,
Shows the cracks,
Historic scars,
Panic Attacks,

Mind resides,
In contemplation,
Picking apart,
The situation,

Finding solace,
In desperation,
Triggered grief,
Upon ones reflection.
KarmaPolice Sep 2015
Falling leaves,
Float on by,
Rustic colours,
Touch the sky,

Birds roost,
Squirrels climb,
Here I stand,
No fear of time,

Silence broken,
A duck calls,
Geese gather,
Along the falls,

A dog chases,
The birds away,
Leaves crumble,
As children play,

Mist descending,
A least weasel,
I capture them all,
Upon my easel.
KarmaPolice Aug 2015
Awe
A winters stare,
Beautifully resonates in the air,
A clear sky, a frozen pitch,
I wonder if the beauty,
will last more than a few minutes,


The snapping of a twig,
which was once part of the untouched view,
A graceful swan as muted as I am in awe,

Gliding by,


Looking over by the hill,
The mist breathing through the grass,
as I pause once more,
The grandest of oaks, silhouetted by the rising sun,
Grips me to the core,


Only in England…


Say no more.
KarmaPolice Aug 2015
Always fighting,
From the inside,
Breaking the walls,
Of his former pride,

The scattered remains,
Washed by the rain,
Fading all hope,
Of easing his pain,

Searching the puddles,
Through autummal leaves,
Scratching the floor,
For broken beliefs,

Brushing the grain,
From trembling hand,
Mixed with dirt,
And goldless sand,

He crawls away..

Leaving his dignity,
And all that he gained,
In the gutterless hole,
For a moment of fame.
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