He hurt you I know

I wish I could have stopped it

But you never told us

We had to guess

Had I known before I would have been your shield

I would have been your sword

Your wall to take refuge behind

All you had to do was tell me

You knew I was here

But you wanted to be strong

Live your own life

I understand why

But you know I would have ended him

I would have buried him down deep

Maybe that is why you said nothing

Now your silence has changed you

Nothing is the same

You still live in that moment

It cements you to the past

It is too late to rewrite history

But never too late to turn the page

Look at what you have now

Not what went before

You are blessed but blinded by sadness

Look around at what you could lose

There is light at the end of this tunnel

Stop looking back into the darkness

Unfurl its claws and fight to be free

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It´s not by mere accident that the word unique

Rhymes perfectly with the word freak

Eccentric different crazy it´s all good

Just a little misunderstood

Who wants to be normal?

So boring so formal

I don´t want to be just another sheep

Walking around as if asleep

I think my oddity

Is somewhat of a commodity

So do not ask me to imitate

Because I think being weird is pretty great!

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I want to bite you

Into your delicate tender skin

Nibbling on you like road kill

Searching inside your tasty layers

Examining your body with my mouth

Tasting your soft delicious body

Marking your skin as mine

Tattooing beautiful welts

Giving you wet goose bumps

Watching your heart rise

As i savour your curves

Listening to your soft moans

My buffet

Your skin

My fangs

Your submission

I want to bite you

K.j.a. (c) 2016

I miss you Dad

I miss your ways

I miss the mischief

And those good ol' days

When weʼd be shooting pool

You telling me I shouldnʼt be skipping school

A careful warning and then we're cool

I miss the help when the world had me at my wits

And the way you laughed when you found my first mags filled with tits

I was hotter than the sun

You and Mum just made fun

And then the love letters youʼd find in my room

Hidden poorly but well enough Iʼd assume

My first break ups, the hurt and the pain

Youʼd take me drinking until I forgot my name

Troubles with you, were halved and halved again

I kind of took for granted your philosophical zen

Then our first real arguments came about

because I wanted to go clubbing at 15

But still you didnʼt shout

You told me not to go… You knew I would though

So you prepared me, you told me all about THAT club

About all the gangsters and the people they would snub

'A person had his eye gauged out with a fork' you said

When I got there, I was filled with fear, despair and dread

But it was all your ploy, the place was as chilled as an Arctic breeze

But you knew that all along, just wanted me not to be so green

In case there was trouble, I'dʼflee or get mean

Defend myself against ‘forkman’ if he was ever seen!

But you could do that, prepare us for the bad

So we could feel the relief when we knew that we'dʼbeen had

My brothers and I…

I miss you Dad

I miss you so much

I miss your magic

The way you bent life to your touch

The way you weaved the world

To hang on to your every word

You took any stress and made it into party

A shooting star, a God of the crafty

A pool shark, darts champion

An idol of my life

You lifted me

You angered me

We had some unruly fights…

Still we made it right

Your words of wisdom weaved…

And then we had to grieve you

I still think of you everyday

And somedays I feel you're near

Little symbols, little signs always bring a tear

Maggie May on the radio

It plays more than you know

Usually when the family is together

Or we're suffering the bad weather

Life's testsʼand trials

But Maggie brings a smile

The Stones, ELO, Santana, oh there's a pileʼ

Familiar songs that remind me of you

They keep our connection through and through

Though you were lost to me at eighteen

You remain, you're always on the scene

I can only dream we'll meet again

In a bar of your choosing, pool be thy game

I may lose, I usually do

But only when I play you

Never would you let me win

So when I did it was genuine

A special bond

An understanding in my soul

You made me whole

I hope I make you proud?

I hope I achieved that goal…

'Happy Birthday Dad, I'll have a drink in your honour this eve amigo'

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I lay upon this bed now

Mascara stains my eyes

Seduction lies next to me

And waits for me to rise

Wine stains in the glasses

Like cuts from the night before

When my thoughts were crystal clear

And I opened every door

She turns to face me now

With that sexy black cherry grin

Eyes like emerald fires

Laced with the purist of the sins

The clouds burn a bright, bright red

But the sky burns a deeper hue

On this carnal stage

Where the performer is only you

Everything here is a misunderstanding

And compassion creates a liar

As the night draws ever closer

White lines then the fire

Her figure silhouettes before me

Smouldering in the shadows

A body serpentine on mine

While the lust within me grows

Just one fix of dark femininity

My amphetamine girl unfolds

Ingesting lines from beguiled skin

Her body ready to explode

The crescendo of this night

Envelops us as we push into one

Projecting everything we are

Until we come undone…

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