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391 · Apr 2016
Flowers on the Beach
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
Flowers on the Beach

Flowers growing on the beach
Some flowers are peachy pears
Some are long and slim and sleek
I swear I love every colour their
Especially with long blonde hair
The waves are gently lapping at their feet
One two three they are in my every heartbeat
I can't take my eyes off the curves that meet
The shoes they wear are crippling me just watching makes me weep
I rub some sun oil on because I don't think I can take this heat
Flowers growing on the beach
Just lead me there .................yeah .............yeah...........yeah
beauty
386 · Oct 2016
Colourful virtues
Peter Kiggin Oct 2016
Colourful virtues

I see the sun set over barley
I see black horses playing in the rain
I have Angels dancing with my brain
It feels just like a movie with stained glass windows and a Gothic eeriness to the church purposefully ingrained
All the colours make a picture to again provoke some pain
Twelve men dressed in purple pass me by with a golden cross aloft like a symbolistic nuclear bomb that was so vain
Simple men have virtues some of them can only be described as colours so gather them together and forget about the blame.
Realistic
369 · Jun 2016
Two roads cross
Peter Kiggin Jun 2016
Two roads cross

You are beautiful
I smell of manure
You are magnificent
I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image
You are statuesque
I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw
You are generous
I am poor
You are a star
I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun
You are amazing
I merely count my fingers and my thumbs
You are a flying hawk
I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure
resolve
359 · Aug 2016
No belief in understanding
Peter Kiggin Aug 2016
No belief in understanding

We are more afraid of things we do not understand than the sharp edge of a sword attatched to a mans hand
There's always a man in command but it is the soldier that takes the steps into no mans land
Is it therefore that all who command **** without prejudice or are the soldiers unable to see that their lives are in another mans time is written in the sand
Whether to comprehend and make his own choice is not a humane demand but a one mans struggle with his conscience either to die aimlessly or live as a killer in a heartless world already planned
lies **** not people
351 · May 2016
Mrs little spider
Peter Kiggin May 2016
Mrs Little Spider.




spinning little spider making all your webs;

you make em coz you're hungry then you make some baby little eggs.

what's wrong little spider you're looking very old;

your children have all grown up but you look sad sitting on the window sill gettin chilly and cold.

settle down little spider I'm sure you know that life to you is held so very dear;

and when you go to heaven you know that your children and I will shed a little tear.

so good night little spider with your spindly little legs;

I've enjoyed your company very much and thank you for keeping the flies away with your beautifully symmetrical perfect spinning webs.


Goodbye............................. Mrs Little spider.
nature
340 · Jun 2016
Escape the tedium
Peter Kiggin Jun 2016
Escape the tedium


I take a drink and it tumbles down my neck then I get the kick from it; I smoke a cigarette
Words become lines and the lines get longer all over the page I am reading;the feeling grows stronger
Soon I am looking around for female attention and in front of me is a tall shapely woman with ******* just begging to be seduced; I walk to her and whisper; I cannot tell you the rest
We walk in the moonlight and then I grab her tightly and kiss her with the passion of a lion; I take her to bed make her *** until she is crying.
devouring,thrusting,thrilling
335 · Apr 2016
Benefactor
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
Benefactor


I am the worst person to be
I think I should be someone important on TV
I dream of a person that should have been me
Everytime I wake I feel sick with envy not glee
Some people have lives that mean so much but I sit in the dark so I don't see
I wish I could find myself and walk through the door to be free
Didn't you know this is how I really feel
A life of wheels turning to turn the next wheel
A simple motion like the Earth so alive but you find out it's not really real
I look at the stars at night and maybe one light will burn so bright that there is a God as I kneel
Take these final mortal chains from around my neck and let all the world see me as a bird flying victoriously with zeal
Instead I ridicule till one day rainbows will guard my foot steps then I will roam defiantly searching for my last meal.
Defiant
334 · Sep 2016
Southern Skies
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Southern skies

I look to the clear southern skies when I open my eyes and I see the lightest of blooms
Orange blue purple skies and saffron on the rise when the cosmic tunes
I want to live in a world that noises are all pearls and dropped from your eyes to ring on the strings that bind me to your voice that booms
Love all yellow flowers grow and the indigo but the greatest of all is the darkest red that deepens inside I'd almost say it consumes
I like to see you smile when no ones watching I take a peak when the door is open in rooms
If all was disclosed at once in my mind I think my senses would perpetuate and they'd stretch to the moon.
fascination,love,transformation
333 · Aug 2016
The wheel will turn
Peter Kiggin Aug 2016
The wheel will turn.


There is no rhyme or no wrong or no season

We are all just living for no reason

When the monkey came out of the tree

He knew then he'd see me looking so we had a big party

All the world lets shake hands and sing a little song and rattle your pans

It's easy if you try I've done it before a billion years ago when the dinosaurs roared

I look at us now and we're still trying to figure it out so why not beat your chest and give a big shout

The worlds a big mess and people are looking more confused wearing earings in their ***** and writing tattoos then one day we'll meet again in the trees with our furry little children and the wheel will turn once again.
The human race is almost run
333 · Jun 2017
Walking in a certain way
Peter Kiggin Jun 2017
Walking in a certain way.

The birds aren't singing today
It's raining so kids stay in instead of going out to play
I walk up town and see there's nothing to see but alley ways
I sit on a bench in the gardens so pretty in all colours but they are crying for sunshine I would say
I walk over a bridge far from home and stop to watch as the water runs never stays
Something amongst the trees watches me and I start to pray
Alone in a forest I shouted hey
He ran like the water from the brook gone astray on this rainy day
Water trickles down my back and I shiver and think of home but it sounds very grey
I always walk by the nurses quarters to see if I can glimpse the nurse with the long red hair and then I walk away always dismay
326 · Aug 2016
Terms
Peter Kiggin Aug 2016
Terms

Our last becomes the end
In that our first determines the rest thus comprehend
Join two rivers that will never be a friend
The imposter is like a vein that bends
Honesty is lost and truth was a tale just to condescend
A vision of the future happens once and again
Like the bread we eat today for tomorrow it will stale offend
Travel lightly always or you will see beauty pass or descend
There are magical stepping stones to the path of eternal peace but you must come to terms in the end.
recognise
325 · Mar 2017
I found Hope
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
I found hope

This was the last letter I wrote
Swimming in the sea or floating on a boat
In the frozen wilderness wearing a big coat
sacrifice your self do not **** the goat
Red and gold silk sheets under which I spoke
I said yes and a woman looked for me with hope
Where are you now probably on your knees thinking you can cope
I'm still sailing across the ocean to tropical climates Island anchor tie the rope
Sitting drinking coconut and *** sends me to sleep and dream of yellow fish making bubbles as my toes float
I'm playing my guitar hoping that something makes the right notes
I can see monkeys on the rocks dancing  and I laugh and carry on playing as drums start and parrots clear their throats
An Elephant starts to rap and it sounds dope
Finding
325 · Mar 2016
Nightmares
Peter Kiggin Mar 2016
Nightmares

I can't sleep because I'm having a nightmare every night

I can't sleep because there's something inside me that doesn't sit right

I have been through solace to try and put peace back into my life

I have tried to stay solid but my heart it seems has lost the fight

I guess I will just have to face my fears and end it all tonight

I cried so many tears but I'm looking everywhere with no sight

I have tried to sail on through this hurricane but my ship will sink under the waves Poseidon put their to end my holy plight

The morning come and I am washed up on the bed I sleep so I won on through and the sunshine says to me alright......alright.........alright..............alright........­...alright........alright............alright............alright.
My personal Demons
325 · Apr 2016
The Jealous Beasts
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
The Jealous Beasts

Why are feathers touched by angels clipped to stop them knowing how far they can fly
Why do birds who can't reach to know always try
Why is it sometimes that we love for no reason other than to watch a bird stretch their wings then never say goodbye
All these things I have learned and yet we see and do it every time because our natural instincts are to fear what's not known and stop it by any means I sigh
Being different makes stranded birds float upon ponds and just drift around featureless reticent awry
The Albatross floats on winds without energy for miles and miles to face any mountain or the lightest bluest sky and that is the freest; learning to let the wind blow wherever it may remember to go high and dry
So soon in your life you must remember everything for a purpose and a reason or we might all just die
corruption
324 · Apr 2017
Society declines
Peter Kiggin Apr 2017
Society declines

The green frog wears his bowler hat and carries an umberella while he's waiting for the train that takes him to Kings Cross
A Zebra reads the paper turning over pages as a badger sits on a bench smoking a cigarette for his health he doesn't really give a toss
The dragon fly is floating and it's colour seems to be blue and green shining in the morning as he checks the time and the train is late so now we're running at a loss
Two mice are still yawning because they stayed up last night to watch the boxing and they had to paint the house in matt or gloss
The train arrives and they all bundle on and no one sits beside the wasps in case they feel like stinging but lives are lost and the snails with their hair so long are going to uni to study slow motion as I guess anything else would be just a doss

The train arrives at it's destination and all the animals go their separate ways as another rat race starts at 8.08am and two ferrets drink their decaffs because they are so rich and they are  boss
The Zoo
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
Now is the winter of our discontent

We are buried amongst our ancestors to lament
Yet in life we have everything but do not use it to our full extent
When young we play as we should in this world always content
You grow learning that meaning outweighs what we think we have learnt
We throw away the best of ourselves for the elders to seek acknowledgment
Then we truly realise that we have sought to find nothing but disappointment
Invent a world that you once knew and in this ambition you can rent
All your lives you know this is not how you were meant to have been to find enlightenment
The winters chill you more each year as the fire inside you dims to a flicker of fulfilment
All knowledge is inconsequential as it is when young and the fire was strong that you knew that life was meant
Now is the winter of our discontent.
aspirations
322 · Nov 2016
The fox took the rabbit
Peter Kiggin Nov 2016
The fox took the rabbit.

Strange addiction caused affliction I try to wash it out of me
Deep inside only human sighs of what keeps me not free
A smokers vice is it's own device to burn can't you see
Death defy one more try to give up what I breathe
Two blind holes where are my eyes burnt into black grief
I can only sympathise arthritis is coming like a thief
It's time to realize a waste of passion of everything that lies beneath
We were meant for greater things like athletes but our peers disagreed and not strong enough to resist the fox took the rabbit across the heath.
316 · Jun 2016
Symbolizing
Peter Kiggin Jun 2016
Symbolizing

My soul is trapped inside a bell that chimes every hour
Hells dogs bark and scowl waiting for my soul to escape for them to devour
Mystic transportation takes me higher than the buildings below
The secret to where I'm going is celestial and boundless in a glow
Take me to where it all started and let me look and feel and grow
Changes forever happening in the universe return to show
I come back a stronger energy force and light and darkness shower
I return perhaps to tell the story of time and the bell tolls in the village upon the high tower
The imagination rules the world yet it is our actions that turn things sour.
Life,destiny,endless
312 · Apr 2016
Pink river
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
Pink river

Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs
The longest life
310 · Sep 2016
The extraction of truth
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
The extraction of truth


There are always some truth you can extract from a lie
There is always someone following you with a beady little eye
Be carefull what you wish for because it may come true and all existence will crumble and all is left and we wonder why
A man walking alone with his thoughts is wise but to share them with others maybe taken the wrong way to be paid with lives
The worlds mistake is that no one is listening and the man speaking has no conviction in truth but justice is written to convince we are all civilised.
Time, truth, justice
309 · Apr 2016
A Victim
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
A VICTIM

A VICTIM YOU SEE BEFORE YOU

OF LIFE OF LOVE OF TRUST

NO CRIME BUT TRUTH        NOT JUST

DON'T LEAVE YOURSELF BEHIND YOU

STOP CRYING      BUT DREAM YOU MUST

INSIDE YOUR HEART IS OPEN

BUT BRUISED AND TIED AND CRUSHED

LET SOMEONE STAND BESIDE YOU

WHO FEELS WARMTH AND LOVE      NOT LUST

THESE WORDS I MEAN TO TOUCH YOU

NOT POINT AND FROWN OR JUDGE

THIS POEM I WRITE WHILST CRYING

BECAUSE I KNOW THAT WORDS ARE      NOT ENOUGH.
Fragility
308 · Feb 2017
Assemblance
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 Apr 2016
Between the reality and light

Shades of colours are we
Maybe I'm as blue as the sea
Everything is the colour it is meant to be
We are looking through the eyes of a dream
I often think of colours like emotional degrees
When I do the world is just a picture that deceives
All the places I have been to are all a shade of pigment it seems
Saddest thoughts are memories that you can't change because of your consciousness in means
White or black the mood is chosen to the wildest of screams
A broken piece of glass shatters upon the floor I see the dark red once more as it gleans
My hands are stretched out wide and I am floating on a white boat with flowers around my neck dripping blood and lives are but streams.
loneliness
302 · Jun 2016
Big red candle
Peter Kiggin Jun 2016
Big red candle

I smoked some ****** which I thought I could handle
I went to sleep for some hours and my head began to jangle
I dreamed of you so much I smoked some more then I lit a big red candle
It was any day as the light from the window went away and I could feel the breeze as I slept the sweat trickled down my knees then I had to swim for the shore so I paddled
I sit down stairs amongst others looking through the TV as my dream had long since gone
I had a blank expression like the politicians that talked for so long
So I went out robbing then some ****** I took
I didn't care about anything I just didn't give a fk
I lit my big red candle and my world was off the hook
I'd sleep and dream forever while angels bowed and looked
Then when the dream was over I heard voices talking to me telling me to go and rob it was all I thought about this body was a vessel for my misery taken away by a substance that made my body shook
Then I woke inside a hospital for the terminally incapable of thinking and I had to s
t inside a cardboard cup
No more lighting big red candles or else I'd be permanently locked up.
intervention
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
Ghosts that have lived and now become just an open window to the past.

I could hear the voices talking to me inside my head
Telling me of things that I didn't notice while I slept in bed
The clock alarms at the same time and lights go on in bathrooms just like in any others house instead
The children are still dreaming of fantasies that the day before the sun was shining and children go where angels fear to tread
I remember the boy next door it must be 35 years or more when we would play together on our patch of land as pirates on ships or soldiers in tanks we drove our Tonka trucks till tea time and our mothers called out and we'd go in to eat our daily bread
I lived in a house above another house which made my house an upstairs flat and I remember a big room with a fire place and couches and a big window that could see all the other houses then eating my tea I would drink some orange pop then it was getting dark and in my bedroom the corridor lead
I would stay up late and watch the woods across the back of our flat as the noise of birds settled down and cats and dogs chased each other and the pillow gently hit me on the head.
Special,days gone by
297 · Oct 2016
Lucidity
Peter Kiggin Oct 2016
Lucidity

Slips down your fingers like a woman you undress
I know the feeling well and it's coming I guess
Asleep for a while of dreams that I can never confess
Motionless and happy for a while with the life I've been blessed
To see things how they could be if only I had money and a desk
Running from ones self is a journey of life and of deaths
Turn around and go back but you can't so you give it a rest
I'm sitting right here in the house that I love the best
So don't come around here because I'll send God to give you the final test.
power emotion devotion confession
297 · Mar 2017
Save your tears
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Save your tears

Words don't dry your eyes
You live until you die
You might see things and sigh
You wander and wander why
We are our own contradictions because we lie
Suffer in silence but always looking for somebody to ask to try
It's a complicated world and complicated people ask questions whether to sell or buy
Trillions of pounds filter through a computer system to keep float the hopes and dreams of why many look up to the sky
Orange Sun keeps us alive but the reason for this is not reason enough to make people feel free to do what they want to do and that is cut and dry
Half of the world lives in glory and half are just getting by but when judgement day comes we will all have a home living on clouds so high
I guess all I can say is it's been the most interesting life I have ever lived but it's time to say goodbye.
Rivers run wild
297 · Jan 2017
Crow
Peter Kiggin Jan 2017
Crow
Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence
He acknowledges I am here then listens to the world for his own amusement
His eyes are black but alive in a sense that everything he sees is poignant
His body also black but also very pristine like a suit made by the government
The lies he sees are preposterous and he harks at people's discontent
The world is very complex he knows but there is a final judgement
The crow tells all to the Grim Reaper and all people's devilment
The crow eats vermin for the flesh and the blood keeps him vigilant
It must be hard for an intelligent bird to sit so long and see confinement
The bird has wings but they only use them to flee animal's punishment
Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence.
292 · Feb 2017
Reality
Peter Kiggin Feb 2017
Reality

Gently float upon your cloud that the light and sky may cover
I know that all around you life you must see all the wonder of colour
Don't be confused that they are chosen for any particular reason brother
It's you they want to change inside your heart and soul one father one mother
Listen to the sea as it follows and ebbs like a baby cradled by the moons power
We are little matter to nature as generations after us will re discover
For when you wake and it's all a dream what mysteries you can share with one another.
Basic human rights
Peter Kiggin Apr 2017
Wishes and Rainbows will solve it all

Wishes of you in my arms as my love was true
Soft are your lips woman but I can't get next to you
If I thought another man could love you as much as I do
I am the only fox left that the hounds and their horses will never deny me of your eyes so blue
When you look at the moon tonight think of me kissing your neck so long and smooth
I stand under electric lights in the streets so cold just to see you walk into a liars arms through and through
You see the future is looking bright as a hundred rainbows will cover me and you and come morning orange and lemon grass will be the dew
I can see it in my minds sight like a sign that changes will make things right and you will see it too
impulsively
287 · Mar 2017
Burden so Bright
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Burden so Bright


Do any of us know where we are sleeping respite
Underneath the black they call the night
Strangers roam the streets when you're looking for a fight
Awake sweating for the dream maker has been by unconscious sight
Light divides us from them and when will they go so everything is alright
Build a fire and feed by is warmth as we are a mere satellite defended by a star so bright if you look too long it will blind you and your memories will be your only flying kite
I have cruised along this life I hate with all my might and yet I can't destroy it because of hope that I will dance with you under the moonlight.
indiscriminate
286 · Mar 2016
Aftermath
Peter Kiggin Mar 2016
Aftermath




I get up out of the orange chair and go to the window and out I stare
The rain is making the road turn blue down our street across the avenues and I cry
I look across to a single tree and it's blowing furiously all the green and amber leaves all die
I turn to see the fields were I've grown and played then running home I look up to the sky
The feeling of despair comes over me because I'm right back were I started still never free but belong I try
I sit back in my orange chair and close my eyes and fall asleep under drug induced spiral just like a flying kite
So dream once again of what should have been a family with two children playing with a love satisfies
But wake alone in this lonely flat darkness through the windows and the sound of downstairs as my ear only pries
I look through the window and stars I see above the clouds that disappeared from all of the rains lullabies
Tomorrow will be again and again and again oh god I pray for my soul he walks by.
returning
281 · Jul 2016
Seed
Peter Kiggin Jul 2016
Seed


Thorn ed tree hold me naked amongst prickle blood falling free
I am comfortable as long as the hawk comes to feed me
The night the stars come out no clouds I never see
I hang in this tree and wonder why I'm alone to be
Something tempted me to climb above the ground a definite greed
Lightly I fall asleep under lack of energy then let me go and let hawks feast on meat
darkness comes and I am blind but feel no pain maybe I am not on the tree but it was the last thing I ever seed.
living is easy
281 · Mar 2017
Lost
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Lost

Let the birds sing out loud
Let the sun just cover over me
Let the rivers be so proud
Let the land give honest work for me
Let the children laugh out loud
Let the flowers blossom in gold to green
Let us live without the lost and the lost never found in a crowd.
Property is theft
281 · Apr 2017
I have the Key
Peter Kiggin Apr 2017
I have the Key


Where there is no sense of responsibility then there is no meaning
To not understand how another human feels is inhumane
To live a life without knowing something so fundamental is parental mis treating
People today are only worth what they mean to others which sickens me to disdain
The world is evolving into a society of law makers and law breakers and you have to ask your self everyday which are winning
Conditioning to a way of life is the norm and doors being closed and locked for the dis respected and poor can only complain
cost of living
280 · Jan 2017
Snake Bites
Peter Kiggin Jan 2017
Snake bites


Dance with the fire to keep you warm
Grows inside me till blood boils them bones
Raw intentions come to me but time begs I must roam
Leave behind what have you become
A ridiculed man with all passion gone
All that I remember is the truth I drank the poison.
dangerous minds
Peter Kiggin Sep 2016
Light we never will truly see

The moth hit the lamp light three times and I decided to turn it off
The damage we do to our bodies searching for light when it's darkness we feel most comfortable with
Understanding the human condition then you must go back 40,000 years or more
We are born of beasts made to act like beasts when forced
Deny our ancestry and burdon your self with too many questions to answer
If animals we were meant to be then animals we should act but the irony is knowing that fact
Romanticising the truth of the history of man and beast run very close together
The ultimate kindness is to all die of a virus leaving the world to re-energise and maybe a kinder animal will develop to become a new leader with vision for light to further our growth of what we call a brain.
genocide and much more
273 · Oct 2016
Failure to communicate
Peter Kiggin Oct 2016
Failure to communicate


I think about all the lonely people and think that life begins at first
You might be one of those lonely people with a sensitive heart trying to avoid all trouble because you know it ******* hurts
When you're one of those lonely people no one wants to know what your problems are worth
As a child I stood cold and lonely watching children playing and laughing but I didn't know them at all which made it worse
I sat in classes ignored by teachers so I'd look out of the windows were the sun warms me then as the sun beamed in I would just let my eyes slowly close and purse
This carried on through out my teenage years just looking and dreaming and sighing and fleeting something to avert what was work in an old dusty joiners shop with faces all disturbed by my presence I was cursed
My hands didn't do what my mind was thinking and when I was thinking I wasn't thinking of what I was supposed to so one Christmas I left with mutual consent versed
I joined the armed forces aged 18 years and begun to realise that there are lonely people and I fitted the army purpose
I was on a driving range and my head was full of what ifs and relieved my semi automatic weapon to my corporal and stood at the end of the line that silence was like a light bulb had burst
A few weeks later I dis-charged myself after taking an overdose of paracetamol that I had procured from a nurse
I was in self destruct mode and everything I tried taking or doing just made my mind feel much deeper depression thoughts grew into nightmares of misery from anarchistic mirth
I lost love for this country and I lost love for the earth.
270 · May 2017
System error
Peter Kiggin May 2017
system error

We are born into ******* my friends
until you wake up it will be to the very ends
Imprinted pictures or words the mind bends
I want true freedom in body and in spirit to cleanse
To be part of another star system across many whens
Like so many others I feel a certain resemblance to history trends
Burnt out old bridges never will mend
Waiting for a train then waiting to get off again
270 · Jan 2017
Marionette
Peter Kiggin Jan 2017
Marionette

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings
Serpants smiling squirming savage stings
A hope for justice as the pendulum swings
You're in the arms of dark angels that sing

Coarsing through your blood is acid
The road now you walk a different passage
Woman born of the masses
Take all charge and learn to savage

The strings are cut as she thinks better of it
Wading through cat **** and smelling dog ****
Left burning beside the road is a pigs body and a black leather outfit
She smokes a cigarette her only habit
Is this life
267 · Aug 2016
Dying embers
Peter Kiggin Aug 2016
Dying  embers

My feet are drying near the fire in this meadow
I have travelled far to only find my self
I have cried along the way
I'll be seeing you amongst the butterflies in sunshine clearing through the misty fallow
We will see a brand new day
I'll build a house were we shall stay
The time is wounded by my ever growing lasting of my shadow
The eyes I once knew are old and swept away by tears deep and now are shallow
So I'll look for you no more than if you were a dream I had to wake
Looking at you was the most beautiful light of a morning rainbow
My feet are dry and what was once has gone to the grave.
266 · Feb 2016
Done
Peter Kiggin Feb 2016
Done

A room with a light bulb switched on
An empty space were furniture would have gone
A window to nowhere because the world never shone
A frozen shadow were once light had ended before it begun
A door closed to people who never had wealth or education to choose a life of a web they had spun
In a corner was a book on a chair which told of wisdom and peace then another chair with just a gun
You decide what am I to become
266 · May 2017
Letter
Peter Kiggin May 2017
Letter

So many things have changed mostly not for better
Still aching inside with pain because I'll love inside forever
Like a lion stuck in his small cage dying every day but never
I see the sparkle in your eyes like blue diamonds cut and clever
You are the one I hold to in my dreams as I endeavour
For a thousand years I'd run for you until the bridge I cross is our river
Tonight I look at the full moon and it's still you I write this letter
Somber
266 · Jul 2016
Eat or be eaten
Peter Kiggin Jul 2016
Eat or be eaten

As the early evening winds come in from the ocean they shift the sand and orange haze on violet sky background emerges like a dragon being awakened to move through the night unseen
You can hear the insects scurrying round with your ear to the ground and a coolness begins to turn the daylight to a darkness as quick as a switch turned off by the lack of sun beams
All is silent now except the faint noise of the great mass of the sea and I light a joint and lay back and look at the stars colliding and the moon is a giant whole of dust and debris yet lights the way to home in my mind it seems
A girl once got lost around here they say; she was bitten by a snake and before she died she asked the snake to become one and the snake granted her wish, now she slides along the floor with no arms and no legs and eats vermin and if you see her she becomes a girl once more and leads you to the other snakes to be eaten; now all the girl wants to do is die so she ate herself and that is the symbol of strength from ancient times a ring with a single head is what it means.
What choice
266 · May 2017
Fool for love
Peter Kiggin May 2017
Fool for love


I'd like to watch you more closely
I'd like to see inside your head
The woman I loved once is lonely
I can tell by her face it's so sad
No one understands she dreams mostly
Perhaps she's gone dancing instead
Or maybe she is in her bedroom crying softly
I'm sure she's fine now as she will never be alone in her bed.
265 · Mar 2016
Compassion
Peter Kiggin Mar 2016
Compassion

I want to dream of white petals floating down from the sky
As I sit in the middle of a sunshine that brings me high
I hear the sound of the most melodic music and I see god eye to eye
He has a golden body and sits in a mantra state to let people know what is here and why
His eyes are sapphire blue all seeing through what you have been also what you have not seen to complete your journey to the centre of what makes butterflies fly
Go backward to the place and time that happiness filled your mind with such wonders that propelled you to grow characteristics that shaped the mountains in memories and never let greatness pass you by
A piece of heaven you must find within your self or heaven never existed and I know that faith in every sane mind can remember a time that compassion can never die.
Illustrate
265 · Mar 2017
The devil approach
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
The devil approach


All day I slept long and the whisper of the devil spoke
I lay down with the only sound of evil as he laughed and told me about hope
Every day he mocked me and every night I watched him as he collected dead souls around town in a black cloak
He knows there's nothing God can do about him because the devil is in your mind as you live you also die and that's why circles have no point they just evoke
The secret is to stretch life to it's limits and see what you can find but unless you are a spirit soul you cannot pass the lines of reality so tired and provoked
You cannot be born again until the soul has left the comfort of the human body and accept the never ending spirit to guide you to cope
Believe what you will because every body does but the devil will creep and encroach your mind when the hands of the clock stops he will approach.
A tap running
265 · Jun 2017
Don't Leave
Peter Kiggin Jun 2017
Don't Leave
Please sleep soundly my only son
I,ll watch over you until my dying breath and your a man then I'll be gone
As I see you grow I look at you and proud am I of what you've become
No one knows how much I love you except my woman the only woman whose love freely comes
It's easy to think that people believe in a world and a place to where our souls live living on
Maybe the world is just a place that our bodies have to experience life before the soul leaves for new beginnings and so the circle turns and the universe lives from
259 · Mar 2017
Monkey
Peter Kiggin Mar 2017
Monkey

Still silence heart pumping blood circulating around the body and mind
No movement trapped in a dream of a magical kind
Colours are so clear they fill up my senses so many you'll find
I watch Chinese movies because I like to look at eloquence written with a single stroke you can change what is in front of you and also behind
Fluidity wends and winds not to confuse but to mimic your life full of destiny untold limits of incredible signs
The philosopher would say learned but I say intelligence breeds people to link building blocks which combines
When dreaming something somewhere is influencing and to influence is to rule so create as many choices possible and be the monkey who climbed
Monkey high in the tree
259 · Feb 2017
No tomorrow
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
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