arefriendsdetectives2

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Have you used your feelings up

And have you so consumed your store

Of pain and sorrow, fear and rage

You cannot feel them anymore?

Have you drained your little cup

Of giddiness and reckless glee?

Could sentimental excess be

The reason? Or perhaps it's age.

Has overwhelming misery

Or some elation too exquisite

Inflicted lasting injury?

something different, but what is it?

Have you spent your last emotions

And turned to stone beneath your armour,

Immune to all of life's commotions

Or has time's passing made you calmer?

[arefriendsdetectives2]

'My father by his brother slain?

But north by northwest I’m insane!

To sleep perchance. What dreams may come?'

Oh Hamlet. Go and see your Mum.

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Dreams bring him grief or delusional joy.

Waking he’s merry, the next minute sad.

Who could he be, this unusual boy?

Either a poet or stark raving mad.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The Big Bad Wolves may huff and puff

But cannot topple me like wood 

Or straw; I’m built of stronger stuff

And proudly wear my riding hood.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The poor who drown are pitied. Silent screams

Of hungry fishermen are tragic deaths.

The rich who drown are food for facebook memes.

Thus, bank accounts determine human worth:

Die owning too much money? Half the earth

Will snigger at your final panicked breaths.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Netflix Dracula

This is not real

You know that it's only a dream

Banish all pain

And drift with the poison downstream

Show me the sun 

That gently caresses your face

Lie with me now

In mercy's wild embrace

Burn with me here

Till we're nothing but ashes and dirt

Oh hunter of mine

After all of this time

Did you think I'd let it hurt?

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The joyless horde is now recruiting.

The bitter and self-righteous line up. 

Oh hear them hollering and hooting! 

So keen to drink the poison wine up, 

They march in lockstep all saluting 

But do not join them, do not sign up.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The bravery of being mean

Is cheap when you're behind a screen.

It takes cojones to debase

A motherf*cker face to face.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

I'm not a lot. I know I'm just

A momentary speck of dust

Inside the sunbeam, still (I'm told)

Someday I'm going to shine like gold!

[arefriendsdetectives2]

The Mosquito

I hover close above your bed

And though I know you wish me

A greater distance from your head

You're far too slow to squish me.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

What are you? A chaos in feminine form, 

A whirlwind, an earthquake, a tropical storm, 

An angel, a devil in diamonds and lace 

With lips made for loving and fingers to trace 

The shape of my deepest and darkest desires, 

A mistress of masters, a lighter of fires,

 A temptress, tormentress, erotic, eternal – 

Oh say, do you write about me in your journal?

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Examine the facts

And judge by the acts

And not by the speeches

For history teaches

In peace or in battle 

The cheapness of prattle

May cost us too dearly.

So learn to see clearly:

Their actions reveal

What liars conceal.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

You lie there asleep on the floor after lunch. 

What else can I do but adore you? 

You passed out from too many glasses of punch 

You loudly insisted I pour you. 

Your sprawl is indecent, your skirt in a bunch; 

How dearly I’d like to explore you. 

As soon as you’re sober I’ll act on my hunch, 

So sleep on, sweet fool, I implore you.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Know Your Enemy

I never wanted to be friends.

I didn't ask for kindness

But simply for respect.

Our actions were correct.

But arrogance and blindness

Were shown in answer. This offends

And puzzles us. But history tends

To grimly resurrect

Itself when we neglect

To learn from it and make amends.

You think our patience endless?

You censure us for crimes

You've played a thousand times

And seek to make us friendless 

When friendship crudely condescends

Then stamps upon our toes.

What's yours is yours and mine

Is mine. You crossed a line

And now the whole world knows

That this is where my patience ends.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

Our enemy's enemy isn't our friend.

When wolf attacks wolf, it's the sheep who should flee. 

Though one wears our clothing, it's only pretend.

Soon sickened and mad from the bloodthirsty spree,

They tatter the innocent under their claws

And turn to devour us with hate-rabid jaws.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

We cannot know what's in men's hearts

And even if they tell

A little of their hidden parts,

They hide their secrets well. 

And though we ask and though we look

And try to understand,

A man remains an unread book,

A mystery close at hand.

[arefriendsdetectives2]

I’m in pain. 

The day is ending 

And the vain, 

Uncomprehending,

Inhumane  

Thing cruelly rending 

At my brain 

Is now descending 

To restrain 

Me, blanched and bending 

Yet again.

 I’m never mending.