Trembling Thought

The cerements choke ideas within mind's spark
As stifled thoughts conflict with ethics and truth
A fight for freedom leaves emotions stark
So age and wisdom find the lies in youth.

So leave the creative shackles grip behind
The liberty of dreams in years unfold
Release the psyche, deny thoughts that confined
Why wait for life to pass in truth foretold?

Open the doors to conscious streams you sought
Embrace the vision found in trembling thought.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Death

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
In blackest waters hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes once bright the blackened soul will shun.

At last, my psyche is free, outside my head
 A welcome peace discharges from life...  I'm dead.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Cursed Soul

On blackened wing he hovers in sorrows,
He’s caught in fusion of the endless night.
Her curse to leave his heart in field’s furrows,
Alone, despair the only thing in sight.

She stole his soul to feed her own desire,
The lies of love were nothing, empty dreams.
He drowns in rejection, burned by her fire,
The grief the truth that fill his haunting screams.

The pain will scar, no longer a free man,
The past twisted to create the demon.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Gang Rule

The three black cats that live by my nan
Gang up at dusk and strut about looking tough
A trio of hoods who rule the estate, man!
"So give us ya Whiskas or we get rough!"

The moggy mob rule, it is here to stay
In this seaside town there is always fish.
Three cool cats that control the alley way
Looking for cod, plaice or bass on a dish.

They sing a cat's chorus out on the tiles
A miaow tune just so she, the queen, smiles.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Isolated Depravity

I found out your reasons for the phone calls,
the smiles and tender words that say you care.
It hurts and my trust destroyed as love falls,
oblivion of anger leaves me bare.

My scars will remain bleeding inside me,
another wall that will disguise the true self.
Closing doors so none will ever again see,
memories hidden on mental book shelf.

The endless pain surrounds all that will come,
Isolated depravity my sum.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.