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Study in Pink... Detective French - Sixth

Detecting suspects and divining truth
is what Guy has done since his youth
Making sense of all the facts
figuring out most murderous acts
The latest test of his detecting skill
is a most disturbing kind of kill
A headless body has been found
lying on the blood-soaked ground

A Night Of Folly

Loud voices filled the air
as exuberant youths spoke.
One drove the car at full speed,
breaking rules of traffic,
showing off his skills,
Seeking the thrill
felt in the movies
was his wish.

A reckless moment
carved by the speed demon,
caused life to screech to a halt
and blood splattered
like a messy art.

Then the silence settled in
where the car has crashed off road
and souls wept over young bodies,
completing a night of folly.

The 19th

It was the golden month,
A nurturing time,
Where I looked to words with ambitious eyes,
But the haze of the cold was strong,
Menacing to the young slicks adept to the warmth of California.

So I only wrapped myself in clouded thoughts,
Safe in what I knew,
Walking around all cool,
Acting all mad with poetry,
Not sure if everyone could figure it out,
Though I was content with my own ideas.

I Am The Batman (Dramatic Verse Wes WS)

The years may have passed
but I'm still haunted by the past.
one which compels me to grow stronger
to strive until time turns me to dust
and another took my place
to lay the corrupted to waste.

Gotham is no longer the same heaven it used to be
it reeks with despair as parasites
suck the livelihood of the hepless innocents
,who have no strength to fight for their rights

Say I Love You

You cannot comprehend
the feeling of a dying man
who has so much to say
to his loved ones
and yet his voice goes unheard,
robbed by time

Oh how he will regret,
taking them for granted,
forgetting to show his love
even with a single word!

Do not let him be you!

Say I love you when you can!
Say it with words, hugs and kisses.
You have only one life in the end,
so make merry and be kind to others.

Oh Loveless Heart Indeed!

An angry beast, sterile, still
decays the gut with choking weed.
congesting, foul with dark green hue
if ignored without heed.

Gripped inside the sputum sack
it fuels the flames of hatreds dart
spitting poison at weakened flesh
to pierce the flaccid heart.

An infection, vile, rotten
festers and oozes through the lips
spewing venom, re-brewed and stirred,
feverish as it drips.

Insomnia

ongoing internal conversations
cloud what reality is slowly
sinking out of me
night shrounded in thoughts
and thoughts
and overanalyzations
distracting the unconscious
from drifting into dreams
and crippling the day
upon wake

POISON (Storytelling In Verse: Dramatic Verse)

I spit on the nerve of scums
who dare to dictate my life
when their hearts are lacking,
the strong will to strive.

Do they think I dance in the ring for fun
when I'm carving a future for my son?

I wish their prattle will cease
before they unleash the beast
and find my fist kissing their cheeks,
turning them into bleeding freaks.
,
I don't throw away a chance for victory.
I don't kiss anyone's ass.
I earned my dollars and pennies
I've shed my sweat
to be the best!

A Possession In Memory

I walked by the waters of the years
There I saw many things as they drifted by
Your memory stared back at me with loving eyes
From bank to bank a glow of love materialized

I called talk to me I need your touch
I realized it was asking too much
The river of life moved you on by
The volume of water increased by my cry

I will never know if you still love me so
To me it matters not, as long as you don't go
Nothing can take that vision away from my eye
For always, even as in my dying stance I lie

The Story of Grace

A child born with a mighty gift,
her life destined to be riddled
with great pain and grief
as she faced endless trials.

In her youth, she has yet to learn
to control and tame her power,
thus her sleep is haunted by visions,
ones engulfed in true horror,
startling her awake, screaming
and her mother will come rushing
cradling her, softly praying
while she trembled, sweating.

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