There, but for the grace of God, go I
A girl with no name
With a look of desolate embarrassed shame
Laid on a makeshift bed in the quiet alley
But tonight, it's not so quiet
Crowds of well-to-do fortunates
Are making their way to a Concert
A small dog nestles down
Onto a cwtch made of stone
He's her only lively company
On this hellish desolate journey
Whatever is wrong
Here, there is no beautiful song
Society has failed
The girl that's derailed
How many turned to look away from her bed?
How many quiet tears were shed?
How many ignored?
How many cringed?
How many felt guilt seeing her ***** quilt?
How many cared
For the girl with no name
With the look of desolate embarrassed shame?
She's now adopted a blank stare
as she asks  "Any change spare?"
So tonight when you turn in, say a little prayer
Because, but for the grace of God, we could be lying there.

Written by Kris Prevel
June 2014

Why are you so complex?
Why does covetousness never snooze?
Why stir emotions into a vortex?
Why inflict this mental bruise?

Must you always be larger than life?
Must you always overshadow?
Must you act like a desperado?
Must nothing in your life be adequate?

You don't see me frown
You don't seem to see, you clown
You don't seem to empathise
You don't seem to realise

Always it happens
Always it's happened
Always I'm sighing
Always I'm silently crying

Overshadow my quiet mind
Overshadow my sadness
Overshadow my gladness
Overshadow any recent find

Everything must jointly entwine
Everything must not be out-rightly mine
Everything must glow!
Everything does not, it's in your shadow

Why? Oh! Why?  do I end up feeling like a sideline?

Written
By Kris Prevel
June 2014

"IF  ONLY"
This is what I saw
Written upon someone's front door:
"If Only",
It's not so absurd
These two little words
It's a simple touch of class
Etched into the glass
What does it mean?
Was it so designed
Just to tease the mind
Like some Artist's muse?
Or was it part of some dream
Known only to the dwellers, unseen?
There may be a hundred clues,
"If Only I knew"

written by Kris Prevel
for my friend Gill
Jan. 2014

Heinous Act

A knife, gun, two men and murderous intentions
People standing helpless, a terror-stricken mounting tension.
A young man's life is heinously taken,
Never again to awaken.
As the victim's blood leaches through the murderer's fingers.
Confused, people in the street overcome their fears.

A mother, wife and family weep heartbreaking tears.
They'll not be alone, the whole Nation will cry - not water drops,
No, we will unite and sob a wave of acid etching drops
We'll burn the murderous hands that sullied this bold Soldier's precious blood.
We, at the very least, can purify it again in the tearful flood.

Kris Prevel
22.05.13