Hell hath only blood and rust.I wander, many faces, can't justify this place, Can't justify the metal chains, which rip sweet bloodstained lace.Hell hath only blood and rust.
Can't justify the screaming here, in each and every cell. The torment, loss and agony of my own living hell.
The bitter saw rips at my flesh, and turns my bones to dust, which fall upon the metal floors, encased with blood and rust.
Acid tears adorn my face, and leave a bloodied trail. Inside each cell are shattered dreams, where nightmares shall prevail.
I lie upon a cold wet floor, and look up at the
Mother henMother hen, pecking tunes with her elegant beakMother hen
Mother hen, getting angry and reaching her peak
Mother hen, feeling childish though not for her age
Mother hen, hides her feelings away from the stage
Simple words grace the cluck of our old mother hen
Simple thoughts are destroyed by her anger again
Simple kindness is taken as 'youth of today'
Simple worry is taken as 'Please go away'
Disregard what she says as she's always in pain
and she's sure to wake up and be sad once again
for some m
GeorgeUp to his buffoonery a man of burly build So obscene and so burlesque the laughter has been killed!George
when he closed his eyes at night he saw a dreary dream driven by his lifelong drought weary it would seem
Never has he proclaimed his love for all things bland never has he found a way to feel he's in demand
The problem is his probity the prize from years of bore the scarlatina of his blood Can't take away the gore
He was stubborn, he was suicide succintness not his strength His resolve wasn't good enough
SpaceI'd love to go to the moon one daySpace
and sail amongst the stars
No dirty smoke filled cities
No air polluting cars
No cigarettes or tobacco,
No alchol or drugs
No bullies, cheats or liars
No scallies brutes or thugs
Just melancholy silence
Just darkness in the sky
Just me with happy memories
Just me, myself and I
With silence like the morning
without the roar of cars
without the noise at night time
inside the cocktail bars
Without the atom bomb,
it's non existant here
without the thought of vi
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Janine Bignell AKA Cudgel
I too am in Canterbury.
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Janine Bignell AKA Cudgel
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"...Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
The mighty Renegades..." - ZDLR
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Janine Bignell AKA Cudgel
--
"...Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
The mighty Renegades..." - ZDLR
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Janine Bignell AKA Cudgel
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Janine Bignell AKA Cudgel
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"I wish I had a river I could skate away on"
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