All Is Not Well

[slim]

Good Morning All, wrote this a few weeks ago

when things were tough...

All Is Not Well

Intransigent, obstinate doctrine, reeks of despair,

Scriptures in blood, upon rancid flesh.

Cryptic writings, damnation infested with Satan’s Wrath,

Sacrificial rape, bound to Altar of Filth.

Repugnant Sodomite’s repudiate decency,

Strangle life, while executing deviant abhorrence.

Battle rancid stench, diseased schizophrenic thinking,

Wrestle conscience, welcome to death’s, kingdom of hatred.

Justified by revenge, of my own petard,

Surviving protagonist inherits, perfidious Tontine’s spoils.

Plagued by insanity, life’s limitless atrocities,

Nailed to the cross, by deceit and contempt.

Rats scurry beneath, fight over putrid detritus,

Morbid curiosity entices the agitators.

Spit in the face,

Of my lifeless, Hell bound corpse.

[slim]

Good Afternoon, thought id add another Poem,

hope nobody minds...

Childhood Memories

The sun beats down,

Warm breeze calls my name.

Long grass, cool on nervous skin,

You force me to taste.

Fluffy white clouds race away,

The mighty Oak’s leaves rustle.

A distant vapour trail kisses the sky,

I choke on your love.

Birds sing their soothing chorus,

Countryside alive with natures tune.

A ginger Tom sleeps in the shade,

Your hands hold me down.

Darkening skies, assume position,

Rain clouds form in my mind.

The storm quickly approaches,

You rape my soul once more.

[slim]

Borderline

Twist the knife,

Destroy your soul,

Inflict humiliation,

Let this game commence.

Beckon you forth,

Just another victim.

Sodomize your self esteem,

Black and white existence.

Your loyalty, never sufficient,

I spit bile, repugnance,

Impose affectionate persecution,

Sugar coated hatred.

To pacify,

Aids sick amusement.

Receive in abundance,

Still I demand.

Overwhelming desire,

Want so much your love.

While ache for hate,

Borderline.

Rancid guilt percolates,

Drips toward unrepentant soul.

No remorse,

Unforgiven.

No longer myself,

Now a disorder.

Come to terms, comprehend,

What i am, Worthless.

[slim]

Cut

Slice my skin, first time in a while,

Stanley knife, the weapon of choice.

Lacerate this aching hate,

Resisted so long, worth the wait.

Select the areas to nurture and love,

Concentration intense, life force escapes.

Only cut where it never shows,

Feel alive, as revulsion flows.

Incisions under my tongue, mean agony to talk,

Slash the soles of my feet, horrific pain as I walk.

Crimson heels, footprints in red,

Mouth of blood, torture intense.

No one knows I slash and score,

Carve away, septic decay.

I rip at flesh they cannot see,

Attention seeking not the key.

Never wanted to end it by knife,

A way of cleansing, sickening life.

It’s not about suicide, cutting helps me through,

These one hundred slits, bloody reminder of you.

[slim]

Hearing Voices

Voices resonate once more,

Immersed in tortured mind.

Obey the sickening diatribe,

Blackened heart, spits venom.

Terminate, pathetic meaningless life,

Darkness betrays, infests my vision.

Bloody tears, etch vacant gaze,

River of filth, swirls through dying veins.

Slice my ulcerated flesh,

Release infected deviance.

Cleanse soul, drain impurity,

Chanting, taunts my sanity.

Words clear, the end is near,

Tirade of abuse, repeated inside.

Can’t hide, “end your worthless life”

Tap the temple, gently squeeze the trigger.

[slim]

Four Seasons Of Our love

Your beauty called, on a late March morn,

Fresh as Spring’s, ice cold dawn.

Our friendship grew, like delicate Snowdrops,

That mark the path on Lovers Lane.

Fragile Primroses appeared, to admire your radiance,

Tranquil ambience, escorted your grace.

The Summer of our love,

Delivered, from God above.

Early morning melodies, Songbirds auditioned at our window,

Intent on serenading the fairest of maiden’s.

Balmy evenings, we floated on soulmates Karma,

Warm breeze urged golden wheat, to applaud your exquisite charm.

Nights drew in, covered once precious light,

Darkening days, new colours, I sensed your soul of flight.

Leaves spun like tiny whirlwinds,

Mimicked the turmoil, deep within my being.

Bleak Autumnal shadows, contrast watery sun,

Setting forever on long lost love.

First snow of Winter, built outside our door,

Like the wall which came between us, many nights before.

Your eyes were cold, frozen, that moment I knew,

Our seasons of love were dead.

You left on a frosty December night,

Heart cold, as Winter’s touch.

Still memories remain, from seasons of our love.

[slim]

England

Where is my green and pleasant land?

No longer alive, with children’s laughter.

Our future exploited, destroyed,

England burns, chaos carnage, hand in hand.

Inner cities, knee deep in squalor,

Only fourteen, expecting child number two.

Passing HIV to unborn son,

Injecting death, just to get through.

Father invaded her innocence,

Blood stained soul, age nine.

“This is our special secret”

Sickening words still echo inside.

Inhale death and despair, on rundown estates,

Dirty needles, Russian Roulette.

An elderly women, mugged, gang raped,

What kind of scum do we create?

Our kids on the corner for sale,

Risk infection, price of a hit.

Crippled by addiction cancer,

Heat the foil, Hell awaits.

Child porn and incest, rife within our towns,

Institutionalised abuse, children’s homes diseased.

Men of the cloth, tarnished forever,

Vile interpretations of “Doing God’s work”

Breath in deeply, open your eyes,

This country dies before you.

Morally bankrupt government,

Faceless Whitehall yes men, impotent.

Rapists, paedophiles wander our streets,

Murderers free, after eight short years.

Wear conviction, a badge of honour,

While victim’s family serve life.

What happened to my once proud land?

How has life become so cheap?

Dealers and pimps walk free,

Switch on the news and weep.

Wars were fought, soldiers died,

To keep our country free.

Now we sit idly by,

And watch the landscape bleed.

[Amanda28]

England

Where is my green and pleasant land?

No longer alive, with children’s laughter.

Our future exploited, destroyed,

England burns, chaos carnage, hand in hand.

Inner cities, knee deep in squalor,

Only fourteen, expecting child number two.

Passing HIV to unborn son,

Injecting death, just to get through.

Father invaded her innocence,

Blood stained soul, age nine.

“This is our special secret”

Sickening words still echo inside.

Inhale death and despair, on rundown estates,

Dirty needles, Russian Roulette.

An elderly women, mugged, gang raped,

What kind of scum do we create?

Our kids on the corner for sale,

Risk infection, price of a hit.

Crippled by addiction cancer,

Heat the foil, Hell awaits.

Child porn and incest, rife within our towns,

Institutionalised abuse, children’s homes diseased.

Men of the cloth, tarnished forever,

Vile interpretations of “Doing God’s work”

Breath in deeply, open your eyes,

This country dies before you.

Morally bankrupt government,

Faceless Whitehall yes men, impotent.

Rapists, paedophiles wander our streets,

Murderers free, after eight short years.

Wear conviction, a badge of honour,

While victim’s family serve life.

What happened to my once proud land?

How has life become so cheap?

Dealers and pimps walk free,

Switch on the news and weep.

Wars were fought, soldiers died,

To keep our country free.

Now we sit idly by,

And watch the landscape bleed.

I feel the same way about where I live,

Amanda

[slim]

Good Afternoon Amanda, hope you are well.

Thank You For Reading My Ramblings.

Have A Great Day.

[Amanda28]

good day to you as well I'm having a lovely morning, I'm in canada so it's still morning, I hope you are also having a good day, you are a talented writer keep em coming,

Amanda

[Faerielight]

wow what a stream of crealtivity. you write really well although i feel your sadness and despair. i hope u r ok.. writing is very cathartic, i know. take care, hugs ivy xx

[slim]

Good Evening Ivy, hope all is well.

Thank You for your comments, i am

in a good place at the moment, hope

you are are too.

Have A Great Night.