Everybody’s got to hear the shit on FM willows call!
Stumped hand makes it arduous to know what to write about.
I made a statement!
Not the one above — but to the men in blue.
finally, the thugs who beat me
multiple colours in hue
At least one will, hopefully, get his due.
Throw acid his face!
I can’t live, peacefully, knowing I consented to such an act-
diminish my integrity to a perilous few.
Revenge is emotional – it seeks to possess a person to extract bits of poison vials to sell to the human race.
Justice is what I seek.
I don’t know if he will get a record.
Justice would be one that doesn’t allow him to hit random buttons and turn knobs up and down.
Sending out a musical strumpet to hypnotise his disarrayed ideas, of how to treat the feminine race.
Feeling yellow-overly bloomed — in need of fresh water.
My petals are dying.
I need to wilt a bit more, give in to the yawn, allow nightshade dream’s jaws to lull me into a warm breath.
Give me some love,
then grow mighty for the new beginning.
The next chapter.
Moving to pastures new – time to wake to a fresh view of natures graphic portfolio.
Stay away from the Richter scale quakes in the roads.
The winds mighty disgruntled
at the idea that climate change is denied — to the Americas they indignantly blow.
Poseidon strikes his trident, sends more aftershocks rippling- undistilled.
Down the hatch —
hold your breath
Deny the world is in decay?
Deny the world is not afraid?
Get in line.
No more violence
no more drama.
Stop taking the law into your own hands.
Stop the meritless beatings.
Respect what the elders have taught for centuries.
Find a lesson learnt when you see a tree weeping.
Justice for all.
Senseless violence against humans, non-humans-
All life breathers.
Respect that we all have our problems,
But there is no excuse to violate otherLife,, because we are crippled ,floating in pints of bitter ale,
at a loss at how to even this score.
Drink yourself to death.
Snort yourself into a blizzard.
Guzzle petrol until you look as slick as the ocean .
Muzzle your words and think about your devious ideas-that awry, flittering notion.
I rage for justice.
Justice for all.
Don’t blame another for signing up to this card.
Roar for Justice .
Bleat for Justice.
Scuttle for Justice.
Hey you, little, long neck!
Don’t stick your head into the sand.
Waiting for unsuspecting victims, before you sense you can bite off another hand.
What about me ? I need my fill.
Grab a hand , jack yourself off.
Get a rabbit –
Let the artificial vibrations shake off your pious habit.
Made a statement in more ways than one.
I start my new life soon.
I won’t look into the eyes of the sun.
not for long.
Justice is why I’m still standing .
My place in this world is not to hang with vomitious,
mort fragranced ,
strung up bodies
Half eaten by wolves, fettered with flys.
Eyes and flesh pecked out by ravens and deceiving magpies.
My purpose is to move on.
*Revised stream of consciousness *
Posted on 2017-09-09, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged Creativity, Domestic violence, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Humanity issues, In Yer Face poetry, justice, New Beginnings, The lyrics to my life, THIS IS LIFE, WRITE TO RECOVER. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.