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The Flowers of Poppies Worn in Splendour
My humble contribution to Remembrance Day
Some gave their life for a kingdom.
Some died without a voice.
Somewhere was a voice in the wilderness,
But it was not a wilderness of choice.
There is no freedom on a battlefield,
And battles are not fought with dreams.
Minefields are full of nightmares.
Nightmares are full of screams.
Weapons are for a purpose,
That purpose can be a crime.
Some crime goes without punishment,
But the punishment was not mine.
Suffering can become a kingdom,
A kingdom lived in the dark.
The dark is full of shadows,
Where blood leaves its mark.
The flowers of poppies worn in splendour
Paying tribute to the dead.
Peace is what they all died for
But that word still needs to be spread.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Some gave their life for a kingdom.
Some died without a voice.
Somewhere was a voice in the wilderness,
But it was not a wilderness of choice.
There is no freedom on a battlefield,
And battles are not fought with dreams.
Minefields are full of nightmares.
Nightmares are full of screams.
Weapons are for a purpose,
That purpose can be a crime.
Some crime goes without punishment,
But the punishment was not mine.
Suffering can become a kingdom,
A kingdom lived in the dark.
The dark is full of shadows,
Where blood leaves its mark.
The flowers of poppies worn in splendour
Paying tribute to the dead.
Peace is what they all died for
But that word still needs to be spread.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Meaningless Words
Meaningless Words
When you read the final word that was written
And the last song of the day is sung
Don’t ask where is the freedom
That was fought for by the young.
Look and see where it lays dying
In rotting heaps on any street
As the numbers keep on building
And the dead make plans to meet.
Words spoken by the righteous
Once a year in memory
Will not save the poor from dying
Nor open the door and set them free.
If minds were joined in union
And the word peace was set in stone
Then maybe man could find an answer
And a way forward could be shown.
But if peace was the prize for humanity
And the guns of destruction fired no more
Then another reason would need to be invented
To fight another war!
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
When you read the final word that was written
And the last song of the day is sung
Don’t ask where is the freedom
That was fought for by the young.
Look and see where it lays dying
In rotting heaps on any street
As the numbers keep on building
And the dead make plans to meet.
Words spoken by the righteous
Once a year in memory
Will not save the poor from dying
Nor open the door and set them free.
If minds were joined in union
And the word peace was set in stone
Then maybe man could find an answer
And a way forward could be shown.
But if peace was the prize for humanity
And the guns of destruction fired no more
Then another reason would need to be invented
To fight another war!
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
The Secrets In The Silence
The Secrets In The Silence
It’s in the silence of the shadow where you find the secrets in your mind.
But is it really a weakness that leads you to the pain that you will find?
If you can live through the emotions on the faces that you’ve put away
Then it’s a dream you’re living in the present and you’ve forgotten yesterday.
It’s in silent screams you find the shadows where the silence is deep and low
And a mind filled with shadows leaves the silence no place to go.
For light to shine in shadows the darkness must be deep.
But how do you find solace when the light’s too bright to sleep?
Shapeless shadows hiding secrets that are too dark to force to leave
Betray the darkest reasons that leave no choice but for me to grieve.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
It’s in the silence of the shadow where you find the secrets in your mind.
But is it really a weakness that leads you to the pain that you will find?
If you can live through the emotions on the faces that you’ve put away
Then it’s a dream you’re living in the present and you’ve forgotten yesterday.
It’s in silent screams you find the shadows where the silence is deep and low
And a mind filled with shadows leaves the silence no place to go.
For light to shine in shadows the darkness must be deep.
But how do you find solace when the light’s too bright to sleep?
Shapeless shadows hiding secrets that are too dark to force to leave
Betray the darkest reasons that leave no choice but for me to grieve.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
The Other Side Of Hell
Hidden away memories locked up never to be seen.
Pain that’s been witnessed both agonising and obscene.
Conscience never heeded whilst acting in the name of right.
Lives that were taken in the shadows of the night.
Should you have ignored what was asked and turned aside?
Forgetting all the truths you told only remembering how you’d lied.
Your lies live in the darkness where death stands in wait,
To separate you from sanity altering the path to your fate.
There’s no time in eternity, there’s only the present you will find.
The future was but an illusion that painted rumours in the mind.
But remedies are forbidden inside this anguished cell,
For the nightmares that exist on the other side of hell.
© 2019, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
Pain that’s been witnessed both agonising and obscene.
Conscience never heeded whilst acting in the name of right.
Lives that were taken in the shadows of the night.
Should you have ignored what was asked and turned aside?
Forgetting all the truths you told only remembering how you’d lied.
Your lies live in the darkness where death stands in wait,
To separate you from sanity altering the path to your fate.
There’s no time in eternity, there’s only the present you will find.
The future was but an illusion that painted rumours in the mind.
But remedies are forbidden inside this anguished cell,
For the nightmares that exist on the other side of hell.
© 2019, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
Branches
Branches
The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
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There is no morality to be found in evil.
But to recognise that which is truly evil
One must forget the rules of morality.
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Murder–Mystery–Suspense
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There is no morality to be found in evil.
But to recognise that which is truly evil
One must forget the rules of morality.
Book Number Two In The Lies And Consequences Series
Murder–Mystery–Suspense
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I Was
In Memory Of A Close Friend
I was frightened by people.
I was fearful when a child.
I was afraid of relationships.
When I was young I was defiled.
I was afraid of reality.
I was lost inside with fear.
I was afraid of being lonely.
I was afraid when anyone was near.
I walked with memories too grotesque for you to imagine.
I was a shadow in the light.
I had feelings, but I could never explain them.
I spent my life hidden in the night.
I lived with sorrow as my companion.
I lived a life I never chose.
I was without structure within a structure.
I have prayed for my life to close.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I was frightened by people.
I was fearful when a child.
I was afraid of relationships.
When I was young I was defiled.
I was afraid of reality.
I was lost inside with fear.
I was afraid of being lonely.
I was afraid when anyone was near.
I walked with memories too grotesque for you to imagine.
I was a shadow in the light.
I had feelings, but I could never explain them.
I spent my life hidden in the night.
I lived with sorrow as my companion.
I lived a life I never chose.
I was without structure within a structure.
I have prayed for my life to close.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
At The Rainbow Of Tears
At the end of life, on the edge of time.
Where there’s no air to breathe and death walks the line,
There’s no reaction, all spirit is broke
There are only tubes on which the crawling choke.
The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, as disease is spread.
Agony screams loudly, it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.
Gold in the teeth shine brightly as bodies decompose
The colour of hell is as white as the snows.
At the end of life, on the edge of time,
Death is your Saviour, death is sublime.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
Where there’s no air to breathe and death walks the line,
There’s no reaction, all spirit is broke
There are only tubes on which the crawling choke.
The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, as disease is spread.
Agony screams loudly, it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.
Gold in the teeth shine brightly as bodies decompose
The colour of hell is as white as the snows.
At the end of life, on the edge of time,
Death is your Saviour, death is sublime.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
Do You See
Death comes to those who are right and those who are wrong.
Death is a gift for the weak and the strong.
Death has no quarrel over religion or skin.
Death takes the righteous and those that do sin.
Death has no friends but some seek its hand
Death has no feeling, but does understand……
That the past has been lived but now it has died.
The future’s not certain and that makes some terrified.
The present is all we’ve got and it’s ours to be used,
But life created death and death is not confused.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Death is a gift for the weak and the strong.
Death has no quarrel over religion or skin.
Death takes the righteous and those that do sin.
Death has no friends but some seek its hand
Death has no feeling, but does understand……
That the past has been lived but now it has died.
The future’s not certain and that makes some terrified.
The present is all we’ve got and it’s ours to be used,
But life created death and death is not confused.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Walking On Graves
Darkness releases the shadows where it’s safe to hide
The battle’s been fought, all thoughts have died.
Mindful of steps that beckon beyond
The graves with no voices that cannot respond.
Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.
Only in agonising madness is it safe to stand.
Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond
Except to graves with no voices that can respond.
Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands
Time was a treasure that was ripped from the hands.
Imagination is suffocated by the billowing fronds
That grow on the graves where nobody responds.
Warriors were warriors on one frightful day,
When life came along and swept them away.
Now they’re dead and the life they’re beyond
As they rest in their graves and never respond.
Dreams always vanish as the guns are fired
And the ground swallows the bodies of those expired.
Graves don’t always carry the names of the dead.
But we all walk on bodies wherever we tread.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
The battle’s been fought, all thoughts have died.
Mindful of steps that beckon beyond
The graves with no voices that cannot respond.
Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.
Only in agonising madness is it safe to stand.
Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond
Except to graves with no voices that can respond.
Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands
Time was a treasure that was ripped from the hands.
Imagination is suffocated by the billowing fronds
That grow on the graves where nobody responds.
Warriors were warriors on one frightful day,
When life came along and swept them away.
Now they’re dead and the life they’re beyond
As they rest in their graves and never respond.
Dreams always vanish as the guns are fired
And the ground swallows the bodies of those expired.
Graves don’t always carry the names of the dead.
But we all walk on bodies wherever we tread.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
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