The Writer's Realm

The Gipper's Snog

2011-01-28T08:39:00.000-08:00

The beer was cold
The mood, chipper
We filled our snogs and said
“Have one for the Gipper”

The Gipper was pleased
To say the least
And he joined us
For a hearty feast.

No meal we had,
Only tasty snacks
So we drank more beer
And had laugh attacks.

A “snog” of beer
Is what we had,
It's a stoneware mug
Dressed in plaid.

So fill my snog
If you please, my dear
Fill your's too
And sit down right here.

Oh my goodness,
The chair collapsed
There was the Gipper
Flat on his ass.

Too drunk to move
Should we help him up?
No, just give him his snog
And fill it up.

Tomorrow he will thank you
The bloody fool
While he's having his breakfast
Out by the pool.

To this rhyme
There is no end
Just a handsome snog
And happy friends.

Copyright© 2008 Kevin PG and Nancy EG Grant
~~~

Slow Walk

2011-01-28T08:37:00.001-08:00

I travel to dark places
never leaving my mind.
Madness surrounds.

Light towers towards the sky,
the curves soften the crevices
that eat away at my brain.

Sickness devours little people.
Large bugs drink coffee
from straws.

We meet at the steps and
walk to the forest,
leaving our souls to be indulged by the
empty magnitude of dimension,

and say good-bye.

copyright©2010 Nancy EG Grant

~~

A Heavenly Day In Hell

2011-01-28T08:35:00.000-08:00

Fortunes told
Fortunes played
As one we move
across the grass

Fumble with words
Tumble in despair
Each blade is new

Cold earth moves closer
Dirt under my nails
Blood on your side

Rocks crush the images
Tires roll over
our dreams

The burning desire
never fades
Lust is the final winner

I tear your clothes
and kiss the wounds
while crying myself
to sleep

copyright©2008 Nancy EG Grant
~~

Bloody Afternoon

2011-01-28T08:34:00.000-08:00

Blood drizzled down her neck-
the warmth was comforting.

Flames over took the building,
screams pierced through the air.

Wintry candles burned brightly
and still the blood flowed.

Two dozen bodies piled around her,
suffocating thoughts & movements.

Left arm broken, she was sure;
the pain welcomed.

Death so close she could smell it,
and still she was hungry.

Less than ten hours before relief.

Will the game go on?

Copyright©2010 Nancy EG Grant
~~~

Night Hunt

2011-01-28T08:32:00.000-08:00

Tattered back covered in grime
Sleeves too short to tell
Voices in the dark
Darkness in the voice
Eyes are blind to justice

Soft blankets cover the dead
The dead cover the living
A game of cat and mouse for all to see

No one sees
Lights go dark
Fires burn slowly
Shivers pass for excitement

My heart feels tight
Eyes are dancing
Together we take the final bite

copyright© 2010 Nancy EG Grant

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Final Moments

2011-01-28T08:30:00.000-08:00

The fire burns from within
like two lost souls
grasping at life.

Every place looked
there is meaning
and emptiness.

The leaves fall from
the trees
one by one,
until they cover
the wet earth
below.

Sadness deepens,
feelings are heavy,
one by one, we die.

Copyright©2009 Nancy EG Grant

Faultless

2010-04-30T14:58:00.001-07:00

intimidated flesh,
walk with arrogance.
feel what is bold.
drown all sense of inhibitions.
indirect persuasions,
trace life as
what is to be seen,
with a likeness
to dwell upon
nothing more than
indignations.
constant fear of
nothing more than
thoughtless wishes,
taken from senseless
human images.
affective in nothing
more than quiet
perversive thought.
one hundred miles
into the brain
lies the truth.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

Pestilence

2010-04-30T14:51:00.000-07:00

The numbness of death
intervenes like a pathetic
invasion of disobedience.
Insecure in its dedication to
carry out its ultimate
deformity of society.
Caring not for what it lacks
in contentment to a
social disorder for complete
disregard for human life,
but to confine what has
no purpose in a logical
facet of nature.
Unable to control what has
been put into motion and dissolve
all value of human ignorance.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

Capture the Thought

2010-04-30T14:50:00.000-07:00

With pen in hand
I stroke the page
encouraging my muse
to resound with
delicate words of
beauty and grace
that will hold in the mind of time
capture what the eye
cannot see
and see what the mind feels

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

Beyond

2010-04-30T14:38:00.000-07:00

Envision the light of a distant star
As a world with out imbalance
Know nothing of time or days or seasons
Keeping your mind so pure
Give fourth a gaze to improvise
But blindness still abounds
Hesitation will prevail in life
As destination is there for death

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

Anger

2010-03-23T14:29:00.000-07:00

By force of nature
it takes control.
Clinging to a viable
dimension of resolution.
Holding to a mystic void.
Calm as an ocean
at rest – turmoil
as in a storm of furry.
Look past the feeling of sight.
Take hold of the dawn.
Dreams falter within an
unblemished style.
Give faintness to a destructive breath.
Back to where the day may fall,
climbing to an ambiguous past.
The meek will not dis pend
the careless end.

~~~
Copyright © 2006 Kevin P G Grant

Fear, Me

2010-02-24T16:17:00.000-08:00

Dark eyes full of passion,
you scare me.

Do we dance, as in
my dreams? Or sit.

Your heart beats faster;
I can hear it.

Or is it my blood rushing?

Darkness evolves from
secrets- past and future.

Ticking never stops,
only hearts collide.

Two times I tried, but
failed. Likeness thickens.

As one we are stronger,
my weakness gone.

Pain sharpens illusions.
No more fear.

Copyright ©2009 Nancy EG Grant

~~

Three Dimensional Sidebar

2010-02-24T16:12:00.000-08:00

You and I never met,
but we are the same two
that joined each week
for coffee at Sam's place.

Our waitress; small and cheerful,
eyes always dancing, no cares
in the world, smile so real.

You, cream and sugar.
Me, just cream.
The talking never stopped
even the waitress played
the game.

I no longer drink coffee,
I seek the answers to the
night.

Will you follow me? Maybe
we could finally meet
and ride the sidebar to the desert.

The wind will help us along,
erasing the past.
Perhaps you will
bring your dog.

But, no, I know it can not
be so.
You are not real.
Even the waitress is a ghost.

I ride to the
clear blue sky and ask for forgiveness
every night.

The dark will awaken
what should be real,
if only I can focus
on your face.

Copyright ©2009 Nancy EG Grant

~~

Our Mind's World

2010-02-20T16:23:00.000-08:00

Lost in the world of our minds
the inner sanctum of thoughts
bare witness to a life untold
conclusions, obsessions, deep despair
nothing is certain, not even life itself.

The mind controls nothing
but prior thoughts;
sees nothing but false images.

Captured by a mere fragment
of what is only deception,

the mind begins a journey
to where there is no end.

At the tick of time

it slips deeper into a vast
hole of impenitent, ignorance;
only to question itself of
immortality and the existence of a soul that is

lost in the world of our minds.

Copyright © 2006 Kevin P G Grant

Ignorance of the Tongue

2010-02-20T16:14:00.000-08:00

The jugular of humanity
seems simple to sever
cut by the tongue of
ignorance

kept in a chamber of
bone fed by narrow
beliefs of harvested values
spoken lies return
petulant feelings

encouraged by spite
within a scornful soul
life lived of ill witness
may be an ill fated
temperance

dominate disobedience with
a careless demeanor breeds
degradation to an already
failing society

lucid is not the mind that
speaks down to all of mankind

Copyright © 2006 Kevin P G Grant

Disenchanted

2010-02-19T10:18:00.000-08:00

If time stands still, why does it hurt?
The forest grows taller & deeper, but the children no longer laugh.
Snowman melts in the field while dogs piss in the snow.
Everyone forgives.

The last time we came here twelve birds perched on the wire and the bushes were dying.
How desperate we felt, hand in hand, clinging on to life.

Situations emerge. Time stands still.
Hurt never ends, but your deep green eyes tell all and make me feel alive.
If only for a moment.

The signs are there, but are they real?
Sidewalks long & gray taking us to the other side, but will we travel?
We should, I suppose, if only to say goodbye.

Copyright ©2007 Nancy EG Grant
~~~

Midnight Delights

2010-02-19T10:13:00.000-08:00

Eyes looked sadly
to the moon
light shining through them
grazing the soul.

The wind crept through the openness
and met the light-
mingled for a moment
before passing into
deeper thoughts.

The eyes shifted to darkness
chilled and driven
with such force as to reawaken
all senses.

We knew all of this, felt
every ounce of dislike,
but still watched on
as though the interpretation
could change ourselves
and our inner thoughts.

Replace the light with friction.
Let it caress your inner core
and see if you can stand
-stand to the temptation
and the drivenness that
keep the angels singing.

Copyright ©2008 Nancy EG Grant

~~~

The Dance of Death

2010-02-19T10:06:00.001-08:00

The flowers dance
in the open flame
heat never touching them.

Minds quieted
by the unearthly silence
gloves clench my heart.

Coldness devours the senses
your beauty is too real.

Dark hair whispers madness
fingers escape to the night.

The wind captures our intentions.
The vision is gone
and the flowers slowly die.

Copyright ©2008 Nancy EG Grant

~~~

Endless Mind

2010-02-19T09:58:00.000-08:00

I often ask myself these questions out loud: Can I? Will I? Should I?
and the answers never seem to be clear, but that is how everyday starts.

Yesterday the sky was deep blue and the clouds yellow.
Tomorrow they will be gray. And still the questions come.

When I was a child everything was clearer.
Now I no longer have trucks and dolls to talk to and have to take a stand on my own.

Without any meaning, I am lost.
One small particle in the vast wilderness. And I am afraid of bears.

I have always been told to hold up my chin. But mine is too heavy.

I loathe the day it all crashes around me, like little tin soldiers
marching to a made up song from a made up band.

It makes my heart heavy to try and solve the problems. Are they puzzles?
No one but me can tell. It all comes back to what's in my heart
and what the newspapers tell me every day.

News reporters, journalists, prying into questions and puzzles.
Are they the wise ones? It must be true, it's in print.
Words that stand the test of time.

Do the bears and tin soldiers know?

Copyright ©2007 Nancy EG Grant
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Deep Shadows

2010-02-19T09:33:00.000-08:00

Desperate thoughts engulf
Heart beats faster
Pillow suffocates
Why am I still here.

Blanket of ashes
Burns inside
Glass breaks.

Music is softer
Sweetly playing
Flowers keeping time.

One last moment
Then I will leave.
Your moment, not mine.

Copyright ©2007 Nancy EG Grant

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lost In No Return

2010-02-14T17:23:00.000-08:00

Lost in the world of our minds
looking deep into humanity
a clearer view of life between the lines
take no notice of the world outside,
patience can be on the sleeve,
but tense emotions rise.

Dark is the meadow to where
there is sleep – close to
the end of time.

Escape from the closet
to gain the blind sight.

Cremate all imagery of
more then what was nice.
A place to see what will
never be – come forth and
hold death tight.

A fallen angel that
walked by the night may
shed the grieving light

cast no judgment as life
moves forth take notice
and restep the course.

While many a mile can be
retraced ......life is a
distance of no return.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Lust

2010-02-14T17:19:00.000-08:00

The eyes divided by a sensual sight,
destine to accomplish
far more than the mind can divulge,
except for a faint whisper of being.
call into a deep impulse
to bring forth yet another clash,
caress, intense,
savagely calm.
almost
into
a realm
of insanity
to which there is no recourse.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Purpose

2010-02-14T17:12:00.000-08:00

Accustomed to a delinquent light
secured by an intrusive thought.
If the blame will enter late,
the charismatic vision falls short.
Feel the stress of all.
Think nothing of vigil dreams.
The mind will long for empty days,
the soul will cry for patience.
As life calls the will
one will focus on pain.
Drag the delights of life itself
pull at the frame of nothingness.
If you can't see the purpose
you will never live the life.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Casual Existence

2010-02-14T17:09:00.000-08:00

Casual existence masks contempt
induce the inner sanctum to
deceive the mind not yet sure
perceive a tempted vision left
by idle words spoken to
a world waiting for the tolerance
of much left to call life

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

In The End

2010-02-10T16:18:00.000-08:00

Cold fire
no breath left
patience for hast

grip the air
swallow the light
see the deaf

the final glass
but there is no pain
push forward

dignity is a grin
honor a dream
cold fire again

no breath left
hast for patience
one heart beat away

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Incompetent Mind

2010-02-10T16:01:00.000-08:00

Who will decide if only you
can walk with blindless faith.
Is it a death that makes one
cry for no more than sorrow?
Arrive with shame and bestow
the likeness of forgiving.

A smile will control the naive
but contempt will rule the
anxious mind and bring back
the feeble fallacy of uncertainty.

Dwell on ignorance and eternity
will forever be in a displaced mind.
Intrepid solitude, delusions of
ill-conceived plans
that are not entwined with morality.
See acceptance as a need not a choice.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Memories of Our Thoughts

2010-02-10T15:34:00.000-08:00

Corpse of dying thoughts
become memories
casual as dreams
fade into the morn
do not allow cynical views
to follow a depressed past
fix the endless saga of
perpetuating delirium

only to cast doubt
on favors of restitution

gladly smile at wanting less
knowing more is evil
stepping back to rule
an inner world of
words unspoken
convictions of desire play without
intent to recall righteous flaws

perpetuate the last ounce
of matter
blank stare
indignation
retention
forget your mind ever woke
eyes speak what the mind
will not say

the tongue is crippled.

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Pieces of Time

2010-02-10T15:15:00.000-08:00

if time were to last
it would not pass so quickly

memories are pieces of time
played one moment after another
continuing to generate yesterday

if time were to last
we would see yesterdays tomorrow

day by day the horologe feel
tells the tale of loneliness
given to empty moments
of memories with no remembrance

if time were to last
visions of past would perish

inspired by reverence for life
eyes see only what comforts the thought
no careless image of distaste or
feeling remorse for time poorly spent

if time were to last
now would be the last time

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant

~~~

Future's Past

2010-02-07T13:22:00.000-08:00

immortal is the desire to hold forever the past

see not great goals but cavil of what has been

vex for nothing more than what has transpired

unable to see a destiny of glorious experiences

but to wallow in self pity

thinking of no more than what is owed

dwell on a time that has presented itself

and a time not yet seen will never be

the past controls the mind while

tomorrow becomes shadows of a future past

distant voices call out if only one choice is to be made

choose the future - fore here today is

future's past

Copyright © 2007 Kevin P G Grant All rights reserved

~~~

The Morning After

2010-02-07T12:51:00.000-08:00

Her hair was glimmering in the afternoon sun, she had been working since five am and was ready to call it a day. Not much excitement for a Monday and the rest of the week showed no further flare. As the afternoon wore on she began to get tired and ready to quit. The sun seemed to be very relaxing and she felt like taking a nap. If it were not for the fact that she was waiting for a ride she would have been long gone. But her ride had not showed up yet. She looked out the window wondering where Alice was. Why was she late? If something comes up she usually calls. But no word of anything wrong, so she just kept working, waiting, wondering. If nothing else she would get all her work done for the next morning and at least have an easy start for the next day.

Alice was always prompt and any time something came up she would call, so she began to worry when Alice did not call her. What could be wrong? Why was Alice late? When five o'clock rolled around she knew something was wrong and decided to call the police. But what would she tell them? Her friend did not show up on time? She is never late? That she would call if something were wrong, but she didn't? Sure, that sounds convincing. She decided to head for home and hope that Alice would call later. But she could not erase the thought that something was wrong. What could she do? She could call Alice's cell phone but the service in the valley was terrible so it won't tell her if she was in trouble or if just out of range. How would she know if Alice was in danger unless she head from Alice?

Once she reached home she tried Alice's cell phone, but no answer. So she left a message on her voice mail, thinking that she would call once she got in range.

Later that night she wondered if Alice was going to be gone for the week and she just forgot about it. But could not remember anything. Why hasn't Alice called? Where was she? After supper as she sat down to read a book she heard a knock on the door; ah I bet that's Alice now! When she got to the door there was no one there. That's strange, oh, it must be some kids playing pranks, she thought. Later that evening when she was getting ready for bed she noticed a light in the back yard, I wonder what that is? But when she looked closer, the light disappeared. What is going on? she wondered. Why are all these things happening? She decided to leave the outside light on just for safety sake and went off to bed.

In the morning she made coffee and went to the front door to get her newspaper. When she opened the front door, there was Alice slumped over in a chair on the front porch. The site of Alice just sitting there made her gasp and for a moment she was paralyzed with fear, disbelief, and shock. What had happened? Why was Alice sitting on her porch? How did she get there? And was she dead or alive? She cautiously walked towards Alice and just as she was about to nudge her, Alice burped and slowly rolled her head back, turned and said,
“I think I lost my car”.
“You're drunk, and where the hell have you been?”
“I was out with the girls!”
“What girls?” she asked.
“You're kind of mad aren't you?”
“Yes,” she said as she picked up the paper. “I am very mad and was worried sick; you didn't call, you didn't pick me up from work, what was I suppose to think? You always call if you are going to be late or if you can't make it. What was I supposed to think?”
“Does it help if I say I'm sorry?”
“Alice; just come inside. I'll get you some coffee.”

When they got to the kitchen, Alice asked “I can smell something! What is that?”
“I don't smell anything, what does it smell like?”
“Oh it's probably just me, it's been a long night.”
“Speaking of which, are you hungry or do you just want another drink?”
“Very funny,” replied Alice.
“By the way what ever happened to Derrick?” Alice asked.
“He's gone!”
“What do you mean, why is he gone?
“He really upset me and I just couldn't put up with it.”
“What did he do?”
“It's really not important.”

After a few minutes of idle chit chat Alice sat down at the table and sipped her coffee, starting to recover from a long night. She began thinking of what she was going to do that day. Alice could hear the birds outside of the kitchen window. She turned her head to look out and all at once felt this extreme sharp pain in the center of her chest, so sharp it took her breath away. As she turned her head, she could see the handle of a knife protruding from her chest. She gasped for air and reached for help only to hear:
“That's what happens when I get upset; see what you've made me do? And yes, you did smell something.” She opened the closet door and Alice could see Derick's body slumped over covered with blood.
“Just look at the mess I have to clean up now Alice; just look at it!”
“As Alice began feeling her warm blood running down her stomach, she knew she was going to die. Her mind stricken with panic but there was absolutely nothing she could do.
“Alice, was the coffee OK? It's a new brand I'm trying. I hope you liked it.”
Alice's body slumped back and to the side. As her heart slowed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling light and her final breath left her body.

copyright 2010 KPGG. All rights reserved
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A Journey Imitating Life

2010-02-07T11:58:00.000-08:00

I will walk with the snow

not leaving the cold

footprints to disappear into
the sightless wind

erase my presents to forever
leaving no more than hints

the cloak of time will embrace
my inner fears and continue
to chase my impetuous past

I walk slower
mother nature breathing at my back
a vigilance not well consumed
by the hand I raise

the steps I take feel heavy
not because of the march
the light gleams almost as
if I control the source

I crawl into the day
armed with the words of
a savage storm
like an argument to be
left out in the cold night

copyright 2010 KPGG. All rights reserved
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