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I've never seen an angel bleed

Till I stood with knife in hand

I've never seen a devil cry

Till I looked once through it's eyes

You were my drug

Long before I acclimated

Long before withdrawal

I needed you to survive

I can feel your eyes on my back

Can't you hear me?

I'm silent on the outside

But screaming on the inside

I'm soul-lost

I can't find who I am anymore

Maybe I'll be fine

Perhaps I will survive

But I just don't know if

I can outlast your memory

If I lose myself in drugs and dreams

Or fly away to places and things

To fill the gap you left behind

Consuming body, soul, and mind

But there is no need

To conjure dreams

When life comes

In such radiant colors

They say Pandora is to blame

Her curiosity brought us pain

And fear of darkness in the night

But there was hope in candle-light

From the dark, a light will shine

Before the day, the night has gone

And now we know it burns so fine

That is why it's called, breaking dawn.

And maybe, just maybe

That which dies gives birth to something new

Error..error.. happy Christmas?.. does not Compute…

By jfarrell

(happy xmas, seasons greetings to all)

The time for cheer…

The time for goodwill and happiness to all people…

A time for miracles?…

Perhaps….

Xmas is a time for families;

Xmas is a time for friends;

….……………………………………..

….…error!.. alert!…. error……. error…….. does not compute…… error…

Sorry, my bad, I forgot….

Just said ‘goodbye’ to my only friends…

And as for family…..

My sister DID phone me….

This year…..

When I started writing poetry…

And it upset her…

Stuff she’s already got over (?)

I bringing it all up again…

….Alert!… warning… programming malfunction….

Christmas….

The birth of Jesus…

The birth of Salvation…

….alert! Alert! Malfunction! Alert!…

“CODE RED!!!! WE ARE NOW IN CODE RED!!!!!!”

….(…. feeling a big kick up it’s ass…

The slug climbs up….

Into light, out of the ear lobe….

And heads for water…..

The biggest mass of moisture…

In the universe….

Jim’s gob!…..

With all the survival instincts of a dying virus…

Slug jumps and head dives into Jim’s gob…

…..

Good sir, please, what is today?

Why, it’s Christmas Day, sir….

Oh! Bless you, holy devout sire…

… I nearly missed it…

…..

I’ve lived and relived my christmasses past..

And my last….

Never noticed em like the 30 before

Drunk from my birthday and slept through them…..

….CODE RED!!!! EMERGENCY RESTART!!! CODE RED…

Choking and gagging…

Slug dives….

… and explodes…

…in a multitude of poisons…

“Here it is, Merry Christmas, everybody’s having fun….

“Should old acquaintance be for got….?

…...

Emergency reboot!…..

Tick, whirrr, tick, tick, sludge…….dead!

Tick…

Tick…

….whirrrr…tick… whir….

fidddlydeepdeepDIP!!!!

…black screen….

[ Start up protocols….

[press 1….

[press 2 …

[press…. ]

WHOOOPS!!!!!!

DON’T PRESS ANYTHING!!!!

JUST REWIND THAT LAST SONG….

…. So here it is…

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY’S HAVING FUN…

LOOK TO THE FUTURE NOW…

IT’S ONLY JUST…

…BEGUN…..

Flying across London at night

By jfarrell

Look up, and use the stars, the constellations to navigate;

Looking down on London, at night, is the same.

The lights, of landmarks, vehicles….

When I first flew with my dragon, I was so lost.

But, look down…

The perfect ring of red light,

With a bulge of multicoloured madness below it…

That’s the London Eye (big wheel) and the Southbank area.

The elusive, silvery eel that borders that is the Thames;

Look left, look right, follow the silvery trails and the boats…

You’ll find bridges…

And once you’ve identified one bridge…

You know where you are, flying over London at night.

But I would not recommend flying a dragon over London;

I know they’re cars, boats and trains…

But Karla thinks they’re little bugs

All with with fantastic flavours….

We crashed, that first time, opposite Waterloo Station…

Taxi cab had been converted into a fresh coffee bar…

Covered in coffee beans and grounds…

Karla stood up and gave a flaming belch….

Even the cab owner agreed, coffee never tasted so good,

Roasted at about a billion degrees…

By a 15 foot chocolate bar…

I really should ask Karla to put some clothes on…

Tardis

(time and relative dimension in space)

By jfarrell

(inspired by dr who)

This is why I love free verse…

My life story, history, autobio…..

Goes on for  a billion pages…

But

In a poem

1 page, 4 stanzas

No rhyming couplets

But a rhythm that rocks your bones….

Kisses your soul

And dances the twist with your heart….

Here,

Not only can I describe what it felt like,

Back then,

I can whisk you away in my time machine

And you can feel it, experience it for yourself

And

If you’re familair with dr who…

You know to keep running away

Coz the daleks, cybermen and all horrible monsters

Running after you….

You look like their next dinner

I am the TARDIS.

A wordsmith.

But, still

A happily committed drunk!

Wake up

Jfarrell

(“woke up, fell outta bed…. dragged a comb across my head”…. the Beatles)

…... calling JIM! Are you receiving? Over!….

Taking hits from everywhere…

My stolen starship hitting venus hard….

Gonna get a little ‘dusty’ this mission…

All I heard was …

“multi-billion dollar…..”

…..

Must have been on dinner break when they were telling us about the security…

Don’t matter now…

That rocket blast…

Bring….bring…cock a doodle doo

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blackness, blinding light…

Racing my dinosaur…..

Mountains…. rivers…. battles…. shiny swords….

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!bong a gong dingity BONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Numbnutz

…...

“fred’s sick again? REALLLY?!”

“OK, EMERGENCY STAGE 1! GET TO POSITIONS!!!!!!”

“ON MY MARK…”

….…………

I saw the magic sword and dived for it….

Blood, guts,  friend, brother, family….

Nothing, but a mass grave…

Wearily…

So exhausted…

I stand

And face my enemy with determination and…

MARK!!!!!

Bing a ling a blooody ling!!!! wake up!

….

“What’s that you say, Lassie?…

Skippy, popeye and rin-tin-tin (whoever he was)

Got stuck down a well?….

Here’s a convenient phonebooth…

One tick, lemme get me cape on….

Superslug saves the day….

ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!!!

Things have gone sideways….

And we are now executing plan nine….

(... where the  hell is my supervisor…

I so not authorised for this….)

MARK!!!!!!

As I lie,

Twitching in my sleep…

Holding off the barbarian hordes….

A door opens in my left sole,

And 2 little dudes run out…

Plug the crank shaft into a hair-hole…

And

Wind like the devil was blowing a fire up their ar….

I sneeze and wake up….

And my left ankle, so bloody itchy….

Bugger….

Overslept….

Gonna be late for work.

…...

“And we’re off…..!!!

Great work everyone…

Xept fred, tell fred he’s fired….!”

Childhood dreams

By jfarrell

I was born in 1967;

Man had landed on the moon

And Dr Who and Star Trek

Were the best shows on TV.

Too young to be afraid of Russia, or Vietnam or Yugoslavia;

Daleks, Klingons, Cybermen,

Were my enemy;

Mankind’s enemy.

The United Federation of Planets;

Not just us;

A host of planets, spread across the galaxy;

United.

Well, Brexit’s put that back about a billion years;

On the bright side.. if the daleks and cybermen ARE watching;

They’re wetting themselves laughing;

And all that water gonna make them very rusty

Maybe, mankind will survive.

When they invade.

Then I could surrender and fulfil my childhood dream…

To be assimilated; to become a BORG.

Dragon scale gown

By jfarrell

Dazzling…

Eyes blind - everywhere you look

Seared golden brand

Reality, a fog on the edges.

Shut your eyes,

The burning, golden scar of light

You still see;

Open eyes; reality still a dense fog, on the edge.

Light, stars, madness, pain, joy;

I don’t know how;

My dragon gave to me a cloak…

Woven from her scales.

When you look at me, I don’t know what you see;

I can’t see me anymore;

I see a smartly dressed waiter, bartender, food dispenser;

Not a mass murderer… gimme a machine gun!!! PLEASE!!!!

Light, so beautiful, you have to praise god;

Dark so powerful, you have to hope there’s a devil;

OMFG!!!! my dragon is so beautiful! More real!!!!

…. but I KNOW your’s are more beautiful, and breathtakingly stunning…

Please, SHOW ME!

Sing to me sweet angel

A child's lullaby

As I lay my head upon your lap

And dream of days gone forever

Can it be

Do I espy

A scintillating smile

Behind sweetly spoken lies

It's no surprise

I idolize

The pools of lull

Within your eyes

Dream-Maker

Sleep dealer

Be my fix for

You're my favorite drug

A dream last night

By jfarrell

I dreamt, last night, that my mum had died;

I wonder if it’s prophetic,

The way some dreams are;

And I should be ashamed I feel no sadness, no loss.

I got taken into care when I was 11;

(“ and you probably deserved it; only thugs, feral children

And criminals end up in care; you probably deserved it”);

Is the unspoken accusation I hear, all my life.

My ‘loving, responsible’ mother

Poured a bottle of vodka down my 8 year old sister’s throat;

Then dumped her, unconscious, on the outside stairs,

When she collapsed.

I bet, when my nan and uncle were told about us going into care

There was no mention of alcohol;

I was always the scapegoat;

I was always to blame, every bad was my fault.

Hearing that my dad had died, did not release me from the pain;

I doubt my mum’s death will either;

And, 25 years from now I will still be cursing her;

As I do my father, 25 years dead now.