I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY APPRECIATION.

ANGELS OF DARKNESS

Raws from the angels.

Of death.

As they spawn & multiply.

Wings of darkness.

Shadow the alley ways.

And cast sillouets on the walk way.

Angels of the midst of shadeyness.

Haunting traces.

Left as they float about town.

Town desolet.

Scared anxious individuals.

Trying to hide, escape.

This darkness.

Which has enveloped.

This world.

For a while they pitty us.

"Were frowned upon."

SCOULED LOOKS.

From heads with blank eyes.

No eyes.

Just darkness.

Then the hard raine

FALL.

Theres no moon.

No light.

PART FROM THIS HARD RAINE....

With no precsent forces.

The majority of the human species.

Fell to the ground with.

A CLAP.

Eyeballs.

GREEN , BLUE, BROWN,...

Caked the stairwell ..

Of abandoned buildings.

Squemish, rat infested holes.

Of a street named.

CLAPHAM.

Still trying to work it out.

If you have an answer plesae contact me .

MY email is on my profile page.

So please contact me about this.

THY WHOLE OF THE LAW

Let it be thy whole of the law.

Let the flood flow.

Sewers shall overflow.

And let the flavour flood out.

That shall be the law.

No departed.

No deprived.

Non un-unified.
But tied.

UNITED we shall be.....?

OUR FAVORITE PLACE

Every time i see your face.

I remember a certaine place.

When ime by this place.

All i see is your pretty little face.

Every time.

I was on time.

I was the sour taste of lime.

I was so cold.

Whilst you made the sun,
just for fun.

But every time ime by this place.

I sit & replace.

Replase thoughts.

Coloured by mists.

Of your pretty little face.

Thoughts that departe  clouds.

And your shine beams down.

Not froozen beneath no more.

For i will love you forever.

moore.


(k.moore)

BUS-TARDS

The suspended animation of a bus.

So much fuss.

Borded the double deck bus.

Destination bus driver.

Take me there.

Yellow grapling bars for monkeys with one eye to swing & sing from.

Noise of afganistan under shock & awe (the engine).

Rattle & annoy.

As the bus climbs blue bell hill.

Like a pebble being rattled in an empty supper tennants can.

Ye old supper tennants.

One stop, two stop, three stop etc, etc.

When will this crual torture stop.

Will this jalopy of a motor shut the fuck up.

As it slowly drowns the sound of my ipod.

And that is wrong.

how can any one even contemplate ruining a mans music.

Its just not done.

In the horizon i see my destination.

Or is it my destin. ?

MUTED

I will be your voice.

Specific,clear,understandable.

I shall elaborate when asked..

Not told..

Mr and Miss muted.

I shall be as clear as crystal.

No stutters, no murmuring,.

Just a beautiful vibration you may feel.
as my voice reverberates

And enters and entertains the loss of speech .

Yes i know.

Society has sown your lips.

Rendering you .

Leaving you feeling inadequate, categorised.

Boxed and shelved.

Just keep quiet,

In the school, children become a product.

A product to full fill society's greed

Yea i know.

Its almost every where.

We have to be aware.

According to society's enforcement.

Ime up for the challenge.

Of society's pathetic little games.

Game of monopoly.

Monopoly of the sources.

Individual fucked upness

I will not shut up.

I will stand .

And have my voice.
As well as yours.

.

BASEBALL BAT ATTACK

Back in the 90s.

I am with chrystal.
snuggled up together.
feeling & sharing each others warmth.

Whilst on the living room sofa.

Before i know it, ime out cold.

Asleep & content.

I didnt here the front door.
being kicked in.

All i remember was gettting up from the floor.

Chrystal had to fill me up with the details.
I remember some of this night.
but only flashes.

As the mind with its ego defence mechanisms.
locks away the brutal attack.

What happend was.

Jason booted my door through.
baseball bat with both hands glued to it.

Smacks me to the left of my forehead just above my eye brow.
it knocks me.

I get up.

Only to be beaten to the floor againe.

Back on my feet.

Smashes me to the ground once againe.

Up kenny get up.

"PUT THAT BAT DOWN AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN"

Ime not worried.

Even though blood is pissing every where.
So much i can barely see as the claret runs from my forehead & scalp.

Ime hit againe by this devilish wooden baseball bat.

Ime now thinking hes gonna kill me.

On my hands and knees crawling, as this lunatic pownds the back of my head whilst crawling.

I need to get to my sword.

Which used to be at the end of my setee.

I WANDER, on all fours.

JASON STILL WACKING THE SHIT OUT OF ME.

I grab my sword but cant see as ime blinded by the loss of blood.

I take the sword from its sheath.

And start lashing out.

Catch this wanker on the arm.
hes cut.

And runs for his life.

L,  says " KENNY GIVE ME THE SWORD"
Thought i could trust him seing as we grew up together.

Then i realise,

Go to my cubourd grab a hammer and start looking for J.

Only to colapse from loss of blood.

But as i found out after being discharged from hospital.
That lee drove jason down to where i live.

I say " you was behind him why didnt you grab him from behind."

His answer was "kenny i was terrified"

OK.

Ime in medway hospital for 2 weeks.

Fractured scull,blood coming from my ears.

Head partly shaved with pads all round my head.
secured with bandages .

Stiched better than my grannys nitting.

I wander to the end of the ward.

Outside having a fag.

From the corner of my eye.

I see J. peeping.

"COME OUT HERE YOU CUNT"

J "NO YOU WILL STAB ME UP OR SOMETHING"

MUG "WHAT IME GONNA CARRY A BLADE IN HOSPITAL,GET OUT HERE"

J , "CRYING , WHAT HAVE I DONE"

I punch him ,nose bleeding.

He curls up.

I waid into him with boots to the head.

Then something in my back goes.

Ime in aggony.

But cant let him see it.

I say.

"FUCK OFF EVERY TIME I SEE YOU, YOU OWE ME.NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"

Now ime in a wheel chair as my back went whilst kicking the shite from J.

Have a cat scan.
etc.etc

Round this time i was a heavy drinker.

Fuck it,with dressing gown on & looking like a car crash.

I walk out the med hospital to the nearist offie.

I buy a bottle of vodka.

Soon as ime back at the hospital.
the doctor.

SAYS "IF YOUR WELL ENOUGH TO GO BUY ALCOHOL, YOUR WELL ENOUGH TO GO HOME.

Fair enough.

No dramas.

Ime out of here.

GOOD BYE AND THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH.

I return to my flat which looks like a murder seen.

Blue & white stripie tape corderd my flat off.

I go inside and cant believe what i see.

Blood is every where .
just as if buckets were thrown up the walls.
And my head became a sprinkler of not water but blood.

Horrific some might say.

SLASHES and dents in walls.
from the lash of my sword,.

Which i never saw againe as the police confiscated it.

When i was in hospital talking to this hero who was dieing from cancer.

Bless him, told me how to make a carbide bomb.

Which was going towards Jasons way.

to be continued.