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A Heartbreak Song

08 Friday Jan 2016

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discrimination, racism, sorrow

Coffee and Vanilla

Ebony and Ivory

Black and White

Call it whatever you like

But People are being discriminated against

and put down

All because of the Colour of their Skin

Don’t just look at the Colour of the Skin

Get to know the Person within

White Black Brown or Olive

We are all human

We are all the same

Don’t just look at the colour of the Skin

Ask them their name

There is good and bad in all of the Races

Smiles and frowns on all of the Faces

We all live on the same Planet

So we all should try harder to get along

When I see someone being put down

I deep inside my Soul

And sing a Heartbreak Song

There is still trouble and fighting in the Middle East

For over Sixty Years there has been War after War

And very little Peace

Palestinians and Israelies fighting over the same piece

of land

A divided piece of land surrounded by Sand

One side wants what the other side wants

And neither side will budge an Inch

Would why accept Peace at a pinch?

I think that the hatred that they for each other

is so ingrained into their Brains

They have become blase’ to all the sorrow and pain

They just go about their business surrounded by Barbed

Wire and Barricades

And they don’t feel the Fire from Hades

But I hope that isn’t true

Surely both sides have Emotions and Feelings

Surely they want a resolution

A final answer a solution

I have no answers

I am just writing this Story

I am just a simple Person

I am not after Fame and Glory

Like everybody else I just want World Peace

So why don’t we end the violence in the Middle East

Once again People why cant we just get along?

I reach deep into my being

And sing another Heartbreak Song

But you don’t have to go to the other side of the World

to find trouble and tension

It is right there in your own Neighbourhood

People are always looking for trouble

They hardly ever seek out the good

Domestic violence Bullying in the Workplace and Schools

All of these People are a Link

In the Chain of Fools

Just give me some Boltcutters

And I will cut through the Links

And sever the Stupidity

And get People to THINK

THINK before you act

THINK before you do

Because before you know it

The Foot will be in the other Shoe

And it will start to kick back

Bruisers are caused by losers

Tears are caused by fears

The Aborigines The Eskimos and The Native Americans

The original and Spiritual owners of their lands

Have all been pushed aside and rejected

While the White People took over

And not a hint of regret is detected

The White People seemed to think that they had

the right to take over

They spread their Diseases and their meddling ways

And they didn’t even think twice

And the Original Owners were the ones to pay the price

I am still singing in a very loud voice no one is listening

The disadvantaged People struggle through their Tear Drops

glistening

I am going to lose my voice before very long

I look to the Heavens and sing yet another Heartbreak Song

Alcohol abuse was a symptom of the White Mans invasion

For the Original Owners their isn’t any reason for a celebration

Their way of Life has been forever eroded

Their very fabric of life forever corroded

Now there is trouble in Syria

The Syrian People are fleeing their own Country

And flooding their Neighbours borders with their needs

Their Eyes are lost and lonely

While their empty Faces plead

Isis is spreading like a Locust Plague

They seem to think that they are the Face of a Religion

They Behead innocent People of different Religious

Persuasions

All this fighting over who has the biggest Imaginary Friend

All of the needless violence against the innocent has to end

But people of all Religions in all of the Countries in the World

Just remember one thing

There is no shame

We are all the same

I have lost my voice from all of the singing

So all of you out there open your Mouths

And as loud as you can

Sing a slow mournful Heartbreak  song.

THE END.

Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you can please make a donation to go towards my ambition to become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Painkiller

15 Wednesday Oct 2014

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alcohol, depression, pills, sorrow

As my tears dry they leave a stain

A stain on my feelings,a stain on my

pain.

As my tears no longer flow,they cant

wash away my sorrow

Cant wash away my empty tomorrows

I need a pain killer,bone chiller,

A heart stiller.

There is nothing to look forward to,all

my friends have moved away.

They have all moved on,they now live

on the sunny side of the street.

in a different state,a different country

moved from the cold into the heat.

I am tired of being lonely,living my life

by myself.

I am tired of being rejected,disrespected

Treated like a piece of dirt

I might not show it,but it hurts.

I need a pain killer,bone chiller,heart stiller

The pain leaves a stain,sometimes the stain

Is so bad it will never come out.

And sometimes the pain is so bad I want to

let it all out,scream and shout.

The cut runs deep,it cuts me to the core

I really cant stand it,I cant take it anymore.

I got myself a painkiller,a bone chiller,a

heart stiller.

A packet of pills,to cure all my ills.

Take one at a time,take the whole pack

Once you have taken the lot

there is no coming back

I don’t really want to end it all

Losing dignity,taking the final fall.

They say love conquers all.

What a crock of shit.

I have never known love,not even a

little bit.

Give me some painkiller,bone chiller

heart stiller.

Always getting kicked around,put down

I am on the ground,I cant get any lower

I can feel something different,my is getting

slower.

The stain is spreading,the pain is more

intense.

Put me out of my misery,don’t keep me

in suspence.

I have taken the painkiller,why am I still

breathing.?

I lay on the floor gasping,dry heaving

I wipe my mouth,realising I am still

alive.

Why? Just give me a needle,put me down

like a dog.

Give me a double dose,go the whole hog.

This so called painkiller isn’t really working

As painkillers go,this one really sucks.

It has no killer punch,no final solution

That is about right,just my freaking luck

I cant even kill myself properly,I am a

failure,i cant do anything right.

The pills didn’t work,but a hand gun might

I will go shopping tomorrow,buy myself a gun

Have a final beer,then have a little fun

When I get home,I am going to do it,with a

Little class.

I will pull the trigger.

Then disappear up my own arse.

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