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Who Am I ?

Take my shirt off and stab me in the back 

I know that you don’t want me back,

It hurts and I surrender, my heart is cold drained and discarded

When I was young I never knew how life could be so cruel especially if you act the fool

But I cannot change my spots they are what I am what I have become, not a actor or a puppet not a thing not a muppet.

 I am me unique and different what makes me bad makes me good but this is my undoing my makeup is engrained 

I cannot match expectation for I am who I am and for this I am dammed and hanged on a rope around my neck that tightens to take my breath

 I belong to those who care those who want and love me there, but these are few but loyal to the end, my real, my real, my bestest friends

What my Daddy said to me

Free Will Prison

You can’t say this.

You can’t say that.

You can’t do this.

You can’t do that.

It’s a prison full of rats.

So please set me free.

The uk is a  prison.

It grinds the masses down.

You can’t even swear, or you will be shot down

I want to be free from this so call democracy

I want to say and do as I please 

Not be governed by rules that suffocate the life from me. 

I ain’t being ruled by no majority

Because I am unique and god made me to be free

If I wanna shout and let my hair down 

I should not be criticised by the mice that are hanging around

I hate the jealousy of people who declare that they have personality,

When it obviously isn’t there. 

I’m not here to please the masses

As long as I feel fulfilled

I will be an individual and live with a Free Will !

James Larkhill

Reflection in Isolation

Dawn breaks and the curtains of my faith are closed to a world of materialism.

Only on Sunday’s and when I am in need do my curtains open for a while

God gave me time, but I choose how to waste it.

What Jack has, Jill wants, what Jill has Jack wants. What God has is free, his love for you and me. 

Do I make the most of what is offered ? Is this forced isolation my chance to see ? 

Nothing matters when your ill. Not who’s done what and who’s got what. The more ill you get the more desperate the prayer. 

A rich man is less likely to pray for money than a poor man to pray for his basic needs. 

Wealth and Time spent in pointless activity is not an excuse to avoid Gods gift. 

Take heed fellow man it’s time to open up those curtains and take advantage of the offer that lurks within. 

A Regretful Farewell

My razor blade is cutting through my veins I can’t feel no pain, 

I am numb to the feeling 

You have torn my heart blistered my brain.

 It’s all in the cause of sanity

I thought you wouldn’t leave me, my vanity.  

The more you pulled the more I pushed knowing we should have pulled together.

 Rain falls in my isolation I am alone no love,  no sorrow just the memory of your scorn. 

Heaven what have I done I long to see the sun but alas the deed is done 

I was yours but now I’ve gone.

Together for Pleasure

  

Oh sweet taste of your inner most valley awakens the passion in my depressed existence.

My escape from reality is elated by the release in my mind and the release that ruptures an exquisite flow of your passion. 

Lust is greater with your love and reality is in the moment. Two hearts break when we are parted as flowers wilt without the rays of the sun.

Our love will not die if nurtured and caressed with sweet appreciation of what we have and what we share. 

If love is alive our lust will thrive and reinvent itself and grow until the valley of your pleasure is flowing with the warmth

of liquid ecstasy.