Cattle to Slaughter

 

Torn limbs

blown to hell when the cannons ring

shown the meaning of everything 

bloodletting on dead lands

sun setting where the undead stand

was this part of their master plan

does oil run red through guilty hands

 

Something in the way the sun coats the ground

bleaches in bloody tones,

beaches littered with old bones

where once we stood united

now the towels have been thrown

red like the fields of poppies that grow

 

Herded through like cattle to slaughter

young souls on a march through hells backwaters

a war fought in dishonour

to stop them from questioning

why it is that they are given such orders

is it because money seeps through these borders

 

Tourniquet won't stem the bleeding

life all too fleeting

wounds festering, parasites feed on blistered skin

they lick their lips at death and pain

they can't contain their joy

at a bullet to an innocent brain

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle

8-Bit Daydream

 

Remember back to skool daze

when miner willy was an icon not an insulting phrase

when an egg would make you dizzy

leave you in a spin,

racking your brain to solve the puzzles hidden deep within

a daydream in 8-bit pixel painted screens

 

Remember trying to outrun all others on the roads

a pitstop in monochrome

in black and white, two tone

like an arcade to enjoy at home

if you could get the damned thing to play

before the dreaded tape loading error was displayed

 

As the years passed 

excitement splashed the covers of gaming magazines with a crash

off to Woolworths or Dixons we would dash

armed with pocket money cash

joysticks primed; trigger fingers ready to fire

gigantic ants to avoid, our minds couldn’t ever tire

we had the universe in our hands

whole new 3d lands, space to explore

but we still wanted more

 

Pac man filled up on pills and thrills,

whilst we stood up against space invaders armed with lasers that killed

not a care in the world, our 8-bit paradise

battled through Lords of Midnight, R-Type kept our reflexes tight

whilst the hobbit helped us learn to type,

it was Robocop that kept me up most of the night

 

Sega and Nintendo added new dimensions,

new colours to the spectrum

a plumber in search of a princess named peach

that was always in another castle just out of reach

a hedgehog that made the eyes bleed, such speed

TV screen soaked skin slowly fades

like those 8-bit dreams of yesterday

Pixilated fragments of the games we played

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.

 

When I Fall

 

Can I let go of a feeling

could you let it get away

watch it fly, wings beating

let go of yesterday

the blood freezing chill comes with each words bitter meaning

can I instead let it instil hope inside

not the taunting that it brings

haunting as it saunters in with a swing

from which I no longer need to hide

we could live beside the ocean

if the deathly quiet doesn't sting

 

Can I let go of nailed on memories

let them not make me feel small

could you help hammer the hope home

let me demolish the walls

old days left by the wayside, on a layby

on the kerbside, 

thumbing my way to drive time on a lullaby

can I let go of the old life, once and for all

we could live in the country

let the world slow down to a crawl

if the emptiness doesn’t feel like a funeral shawl

 

Can I let go of emotion

could you hold me tight instead

drown out the noise it brings

the commotion in my head,

the ocean like sounds that crash ahead

can I wish them dead and hope for tomorrow to be untainted

we could live in the mountains

valleys, arid deserts, 

snow covered wastelands

anywhere at all, 

as long as we are holding hands

 

Can I let go, watch the sun rise enjoy the light

not be so uptight, not have to feel the surge of fight or flight

let my body flow to the music that feels right

can I let go, become one

can you add to my sum

in the undercurrent as we turn off taps that flood

can I let mood swings sit still for good,

resist the need to swing them to their heights

 

Could you raise me when I fall,

or bring me down when I soar too close to the starlight

can I let the roundabouts slow to a stall

we can live, 

it’s the only choice we've got

in the city we call home

anywhere our feet may want to roam

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.