Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Paranoid

Paranoid, I cant get out
it a crisis its a tragedy
its a world of trouble

Shadows creeping along the walls
All shapes and sizes
No one here I fear
Not in this damnation

They walk in step as they follow me
I can run, I can hide
You won't get me alive
I will Survive

Bricks protect me
I can't be seen beneath the covers
Let it be light
Suspend the night

Cold, as Ice runs through my veins
As blood flows a stream of pain
Watch your back it's behind you
And in front of you

No escape this isn't no paranoia
It's reality, scream and it will go away
I pray, I pray.  

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Top 10 James Larkhill blog viewing figures.

            James Larkhill Poetry reaches           all parts of the World

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United States
3156
United Kingdom
2198
Germany
955
Netherlands
608
France
540
Russia
536
China
283
Ukraine
205
Poland
100
Romania
86

Saturday, 25 June 2016

The Tower of Babel has Fallen

Reach out and touch the freedom
The chains of bureaucracy have been broken
Boom boom this ain't anarchy this is organised chaos

The Shires have had their say and the Metropolitan's have been slain
Refrain from a protest and move this country forward with Zest

Find us a leader not a fascist bleeder or a passive Brit
Hit out and shout, we have no doubt, we will survive
Because the people of this Nation have the drive

We have a seed and it is sown
So treat it well and watch it grow
And when it does but bloom
Let us taste the fruit
Of our countries womb.
 



   

Saturday, 23 January 2016

CONCOCTION

Inspire my soul, like a snake I crawl
Inspire my soul lets rock and roll
Break my skull tap my inspiration
Let it flow into a stream
Let it flow to the valley of damnation

Scream Baby scream  
For I have your dream
Your just here a mere creation
You’ll look,, you’ll find your destination 
 In this mixed up crazy Nation.

Acid burns your tears
It takes away your fears
Lucid is your mind
Your senses  redefined
But you can’t see the picture
You cant see the view
For you are out of focus
So blurred your eyes are still

There are more ways to try
And more ways to die
But heaven isn’t ready
And hell is far away
So take your life and twist it and throw the goods away
And you will see the sunrise

Say hello I’m here to stay,

Saturday, 10 October 2015

Poem of The Week

A POINT IN TIME

The creeping of the big finger has the upper hand
As it dictates the sounding of the gong

But time chimes less frequent for the small hand
Filtering the grains of its sand can take so long

God gave us life to smell the flowers and enjoy so many things
Don’t waste a minute, for they are more precious than gold

A minutes good is better than an hours bad
Be happy, not sad  

Don’t ponder in the time you could be striving
Or fate may result in you not arriving  

Soak in the rays, don’t  be blinded by the haze   
If you drift through your days in a daze, only make this a phase

Life may be short, it may be long
But let it be right, don’t let it be wrong


James Larkhill

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Poem of The Week

No-Bodies Future

Mirrors of smokey views are the visions that I can see
This makes the things that are not what they seem, different

Imagine the scene in its Psychedelic light
blinding me throughout the night

This is the future, so unclear, do not fear
It’s not for me or for you, we won’t be here

The next generation will express what they feel
They too will dream and fear the future that belongs to their children

Time takes. Time goes; ghostly it travels through closed and empty doors.   


James Larkhill

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Poem of The Week

THE UNWANTED BROTHER
Big brother is here so watch your back
He ain’t no relative of mine
But he knows me through his data line
I’m not protected from his tainted eyes
Or his network of loyal spies
I cannot Chant my god given speech
Or I will find I'm a security breach
So kick me beat me and take my rights
For in this democracy I cannot fight
My mobile phone the tracker
My movements all in view
For this brother is the Kane who will slaughter me and you,
Data man is the brother who will not go away
Technology feeds his hunger and his eyes are his to prey
Don’t step a foot out of line or you will surely be
Just another statistical victim, hung upon his data tree
If you don’t wan’t this brother don’t let him dominate
Turn off your passive nature and stand toe to toe with me
For together we can fight and save democracy
That’s if you want to live, in a world that’s good and free