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Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
To be honest this poem has no meaning
I can't feel it breathing
I want to let it come out screaming
Like a child waking from dreaming
I see myself bleeding
There's something I'm not seeing
Demons are so domineering
Red Dragon forces are wielding
A Drumlack bashing and hacking
Freedom laughing
No escaping
Only living in a forest called four winds
I met a goat called Snowing
To be honest I'm going to just wander around here for a while till it gets boring.
promises
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
Indian mask

Indian face mask made from metal that has rust
Orange and brown and bits of black that turns to dust
A face weathered by years of sand and rain winds ******
An episode of  déjà vu  where everything is faster speeding like the earths crust
A snake turns in circles to confuse the prey and poisons the leg with massive teeth survive it must
Like the earth changing from one ******* to another with a rush
Eyes wide open and a mouth full lipped with hair as red as a burning bush
Flashing images of times past
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
No tomorrow

You killed me long ago
I have never felt so low
The water was drowning me but life wouldn't let me go
Some how the soul wanted to believe in hope and so
One word love had to grow and grow
I felt it knotted deep down below
A needle soothed my woe
All the world could not console my heart no tomorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Emergency
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
Spelling with words

Pray and you will be heard
Lost memories or a single word
Many men die for love that was wasted shared
Give love to you because compassion once cared
Understanding life depends on your perception clear or blurred
Seeing life with eyes wide open as a child you see it clearly but understanding nothing perturbed
So when you kneel before me I only seek conviction and a purpose to be cured.
Bleed
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
Assemblance

Hopes and dreams sparkle in the night sky
I want to become part of all the wonder don't me deny
We are slaves on this planet to the power of the Sun I sigh
A planet once more dangerous than a human could be made old eye
Identity is a piece of plastic moulded by the man and we struggle to understand the confusion between evil and why angels do cry
To leave this place with no reason but for fornication and the spread of what we think life should be and still have no comprehension but to try
Flickering embers are all that's left of this world and soon the smell of death and angels take the fortunate ones to a celestial high.
Just fly away
Peter Kiggin Jan 2017
Untold

Grant me passage along your path
Just memories of 20 years aftermath
Paragraph by paragraph
Fore fathers now we pay with gruesome wrath

I still see you in my minds eye
Wander what your doing I always sigh
People run in circles trying to catch themselves going by
If I'm honest with you my soul is always aching to once again just fly
Nails in my coffin
Peter Kiggin Jan 2017
The BuBBLe BUrsT

I burst a bubble in my brain
As the rain came down again
A wind so strong it was calling out your name
A memory of shame
A lighthouse with it's guidance of domain
The time I spent in agonizing pain
Oh so many years I've cried to tame
This killer kills it's self before others are to blame
So I ended it with alcohol and as many pills I claim
On King Street I sweated ****** through my vain
The price I payed to go insane but the memory still remains
Of the second and the minute and the hour that you shot me down but no help like once before ever came.
sabotage,neglect,ignited forces.
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