88 Keys

Black and white they play together.
Through the ages they’ve remained in harmony.
Though they all speak a different language
They never judge each other; Their colour never seen.

Black and white they work together.
Such things of beauty they create.
Never saying no to a new masterpiece.
Forever friends; They know no hate.

Black and white they sing together.
All kinds of music they can make.
And although they may not always sing in tune
Their will to sing will never break.

Black and white they feel together.
Whether happy or sad, they’re always by each others side.
So many emotions they’ve experienced.
But never have they cried.

Black and white they live together.
Eighty-eight souls that seek to please.
Together they hold a message of peace …
Those sweet Piano Keys.

Author:  Ryan Hatton

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Little Angel Wings

Flying above the troubles of life,


She spreads her little wings.

The scenes below forever changing,

But her little heart; it sings.



She knows no doubt or anger.

She feels no pain or sorrow.

Her little eyes have seen a different light;

That shines far beyond tomorrow.



Her little hands have touched the sky’s cloudy faces.

She knows how they hope and dream.

Forever making wishes while their tears erupt.

They cry for her sometimes it seems.



Her little feet have walked above the stars,

Where the Angels souls all shine.

Forever in a land of peace;

A land with no need for time.



Her little face smiles for her precious ones;

The ones that had to say goodbye.

But she’ll wait for them in Heaven …

And then together they will fly.



Author: Ryan Hatton

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The Watcher

A blaze with emotional deceit
My eyes meet,
For reserved elemental sleep,
Cast my gaze upon the different
Picked upon the many, I mask with reflected light,
Inverted light assembles my mirror image,
In focus I hail
But not to impale,

I groom for intelligent conflict,
For not an easy conquest will for fill,
The bends of light bounce off the bends of curvature,
Symmetry is of importance,
I observe the routine that follows
Quietly placing quests of morality,
I reserve such a place in my heart, for only these matters,
I am not one for short gazes,
The longitude of the elemental heart is ablaze in my gaze,
Observing and reporting for many a day,
For years I stand aside
Such not protection or an angels moral duty
I watch for mistakes in my choice.

For years I am the watcher
Placing my faith in the perfect prey…
But none of which exists,
While I observe my list of characteristics
I understand why the watchers role is one of lonely hearts,
Chance is an opportunity to coincide with elemental bliss,
While I gather my information with such length and focus,
I’ve found a missing frame in my reel,
The watcher stands alongside for years,
Such foolish sights
But the watcher is being watched,
Time waits not for narrow sight,

His catholic tastes have narrowed his search for the wonders of chance,
Nor chance nor winner of hearts, he brings,
The watchers heart cannot be perceived from a frame of focused light,
Instead of hearts standing alongside, hearts should stand in front for all to see,
A blocked path
Some may stay some may leave,
But chance is a virtue, the watcher must see.

Author:  Alexander Rason

http://poetsknowit.co.uk/thewatcher.html

A poem inspired by Spirit

Children of the rainbow, all join hands,
standing together, from far and distant lands.
Standing together, we unite,
Guided and loved, we are standing in the light.

Children of the rainbow, shine your light,
Stand, brothers and sisters, for we must fight.
Not with gun, bomb, fist or blade.
But with the love and knowledge,
from the ONE, we are made xxxx

Author:  Kerry Harris

http://poetsknowit.co.uk/spirit.html

The Slient Ones

Before you drew breath, till the end of time
we walk beside you, loving and kind
trying to guide, not overstepping the line.

Some of you are aware, this makes us glad
most never know, this doesn't make us sad,
Our love is eternal and one day we'll meet
we will take you home and get you on your feet

Some of your hear us, gentle and true
trying to guide but to leave it to you.
Some of you see us, through dreams or a med
most of you doubt, think it's all in your head

Forever beside you, faithful and true
trying to help not make choices for you.
Never to judge for Earth is a school
Life lessons, being the rule.

Accept we are there, you are never alone,
I will be there to take you home.

Author: Kerry Harris

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Silence

In the silence I sit............waiting
Anchored........ribbons of colour, swirl and entwine.
Filling my lungs with light....
I exhale hurt and pain
.....as you whipser to my mind
Author: Kerry Harris

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Red Night

Red nights a thunder
Makes the fools wonder,
Ever last I lumber
For the red man I slumber.

Thunder strikes kiss the sky
Rippling the sound of the lord is near,
He shouts before me
Warning me of my tears,
As the serenity of time eases the thundering sky,
My tears will come
Come winters night.

My shame is my generals might,
For the man…no heart for the enemies right,
I follow over the red nights a thunder,
Before the iron strikes,
No sirens of guns,
Set a cast a ghostly overcast,
The haze of the powder confuses,
The calm is nothing to inhale
For thunder is about to strike
Before the shell of the red night,

Such honour and contempt,
We men have forgotten to display,
A race stands before us
In such slow decay,
In my dreams I see before me
The red mans might,
It roars in the thunder
Like a tigers right.

Burning the inhabitants, disillusioned by the enemy of the night,
The tiger’s eyes pierce through me in my dreams of slumber,
Red is my tears
Rippling upon the floor I stand before,
A red lake may consume,
For the body of my enemy
Floating through,

All I see is the face of my enemy
Standing within my tears,
Red is the only colour I see now,
The hate of me consumes,
I have been painted the colour of the sky that night,
See it now…
Red is my night
Until the thunder strikes
Illuminating the Indians right,

No right of existence,
For we are the enemy
Cast, we are in immoral light,
Red is this colour
I dream of at night.

Ever last I slumber
With the guilt of contempt
I wonder,
Red nights a thunder…

Author:  Alexander Rason

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Our Last Goodbye

Blinded by desperation of what they thought they could see;
A fate where love would grow… But this was not meant to be.

Neither can be blamed because they’re just part of a play,
That’s been written but not read, until that times slips away.

Living in yesterdays, unable to let go.
Trapped by a love that can no longer grow.
Empty promises reside in their minds.
Forever unfulfilled; Just said to be kind?

Love burning away in unequal measures.
Denied of the hope of lifes unequal treasure.

Unwilling to sacrifice, but neither of them must.
Different perceptions of heaven turn their dreams into dust.

In her minds eye there was no future, so she shows him the door.
Beyond it lays a broken heart; The one she left him with before.

Gravity can’t pull him any lower to the ground,
But he still finds his composure.
The silence she left him with before was hell,
But this time at least he has his closure.

A journey begun to find some happiness,
But there was too much pain to bear.
The journey has to end now,
Because they know it will lead nowhere.

Their travelling through life doesn’t stop here, nor will it end.
One heart has divided into two again..
Can these two hearts now be friends?

Only time can be the judge of them finding their happiness.
But for now, the man will just say “Goodbye my love........... God bless”


Author:  Ryan Hatton


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Ink

All my life is lived within paper
Paper envelopes I adore,
My saliva thickens as that golden white paper glistens,
I seal as if hammer and hot steel ferment its gaze,

Hard a strike
Embers of haze,
Smoke mixing
Such weather to graze,

Surfaces wrinkle my coldness deceives
For I am wrapped within paper,
Wrinkled paper I receive
Wrinkled paper I write,
For my words of hearts
Are covered within ink,

Ink drips staining this page
An imprint,
My mind or heart…
Journey as you will,
The destination is that of will
For these words I do not verbally communicate,
My mind is not of social grace,

I write them down for any to embrace,
So that maybe one day, you will see my face.

All my life is lived within paper
Paper you adore,
You read me now
Careful not to move your hand so swift,
For a paper cut you risk,

You scuff my paper
Cheapening my life,
Closer to death, for heaven I may not write,
For heaven is my paper
Paper I ascend,
Reality or imagination
Which is to bend?

You read me now
An imprint endured,
You read me now
Forever or more,

These words are to make you think,
So I place them in ink,
In circles I write…paper and ink,
For my tricks and games
Lead to no path,
For I put them there
Just so I can laugh.

Ink is my future
Paper is my past,
Together they go hand in hand,
Unless a keyboard I grasp.

Author:  Alexander Rason


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Ever so sane

So your time has come
Follow me as I run
For you are in for some fun,
As you sit down and relax
I’ll show you my favourite cat,
With some tea and biscuits we resume
Together we talk together in my room,

Normality is key
For so she knows nothing of me,
Within the mask I hide
Who shall peek inside?

As we sit together
Closer and closer we come
I’ll give you ten seconds to run,
But by my bed you succumb
Wanting some playful fun,
But you should run
For I want some fun,

I ask
“Would you like to see my bat beside, or would you like to see my axe inside my favourite cat,”
She knows nothing of death
For she is a pest,
Laughter fills my room
She is as dim witted as the animal I groom,

I play along and play with her delights
Penetrating her until the end of the night,
She lays in such delight
Like an animals purpose she has served,

But my happiness is a wash
For I want to nail her to a cross,
I talk to her in whispers and riddles
Hoping for her to catch on,
But her dimness is such as the light has set
So I reach out and put on my bit,

Would you like to cry tonight I have said?
Or would you like a head start before you are upset,
I like a good fight
For the meat tastes juicer and sweet
And therefore you are better to eat,

She is ever so sweet
Smiling crookedly through her teeth,
Would you like to play a game?
Would you like to watch TV?
Or would you like to grab the knife close to me?

Her eyes batter as I whisper this to her neck,
Her neck is so small and sweet
Like a delicate flower I pluck
And like a delicate flower I fuck,
She’s frightened with fear it would seem
Sleeping with a man the devil could be,

Like a statue she is set
Frozen still on my bed
Poisoned by the tea that has gone to her head,
I tie her up with such delight
Seated for my special show tonight,

She awakes in a darkened room
In my basement of such gloom,
Dressed for my bride to be
Dressed for the woman to seed,
I crawl to her
Such a talented act
I put my knife across her back,

Rolling it down gently be
Harder and harder still blood is to see,
“You will be seeded by me”
I whisper to thee
Carrying the child I will feed,

She cries with emotion
Such a spirited one
“You want it really”
I whisper to her womb and thee,
This will be over until the time of light
And your dimness will be washed by my delight
So stay seated for I will make you see god tonight,

The day has set
And no screams are no longer met
Sunlight’s kisses whisper upon her neck,
Waking her upon the scene that has been set,
Untied she crawls to the floor
Hoping she sees no more,

Her eyes are shut of own free will
She roams to the corner of the room
She must open for life has bloomed,
For written upon her neck
A message from her groom
Scarred over the letters gloom,

“For now you have something to live for
When you leave this room,
You have lived in a concrete shell all your life
Now I have breathed within new life,
Life will bloom
So you must see it through
For life is not a corner to this room,”

She sees the letters ever so bright
For now she will never be the whore of the night
For now she will set things right,

Looking for the man with such delight
She finds he is plain out of sight,
She walks out the door with such reframe
She walks out the door ever so sane…

Author: Alexander Rason 

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The Devil in disguise?

In the depths of the shadows he lurked,
Until his victim met his eyes.
“This fools soul will be mine” he grinned…
And then he morphed into his disguise.

++++

She stepped into the moonlight,
And said she meant no harm.
The man saw darkness in her eyes,
Yet he could not resist her charm.

Her beauty held deception,
Hiding the creature that dwelled inside.
She manipulated his mind with her hypnotic gaze…
And promised such sweet lies.

“Tell me what you wish” she asked.
“Will it be money, power or fame you desire?
I can give you anything you want…
You’ll be a man that people admire.”

Intrigued by her generous offer,
He asked what he must do.
She smiled and said “Your soul is all I need,
But I’ll leave it up to you.”

Amused by her request, he acquiesced
And so the deal was done.
The Angels cried; to Heaven another denied,
Because men sell their souls …Just for fun?

++++++

Obsessed by all his riches and power,
He walked streets paved with Gold.
But no fortune could buy back the years;
For now, the man has grown old.

Death; it waits for no one.
The inevitable destination of mortal man.
So he closed his eyes, and breathed his last…
And the afterlife began.

He stared into the eyes of the stranger,
That gave all his earthly wealth.
“I’ve come to collect what’s mine” she said.
And the demon in question revealed itself.

“I walked among the Angels once,
Until I challenged your God and fell.
I cursed him and he banished me from his Heaven
And sent me straight to hell.”

“Filled with hate and anger,
With my eternity down below
I devised myself a little plan …
And set out to steal Gods children’s souls.”

“God created man with free will,
So I’d tempt them all to sin.
From the forbidden tree an apple she took,..
And it begins.”

“Did I not give you a choice my friend?
Did I not fulfil your desires?
You took my cup and you drank from it,
So you’ll burn in my Hells eternal fires!!!”

Too late to repent, for the man did not choose wise.
He sold his soul for worldly wealth,
To the Devil …in disguise.

Author:  Ryan Hatton

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The Darkness and the Light

I searched my world to find contentment,
But instead I found deception, hate, and pain.
I questioned my life’s purpose ..
When it seemed only suffering remained.

My faith was growing weaker,
With no answer to the things I’d seek.
That’s when the Darkness found me…
The Darkness preys on the weak.

Time seemed to have stopped while I was walking through my hell.
My reflection was a stranger, not the man I once knew well.

My smile told a lie, but behind it I’d hide;
“They may read my expression, but they can’t read what’s inside.”

Hope consumed by doubt, ambitions erased.
No longer seeing light. Just the Darkness I faced.

With an unquenchable thirst it begged for my tears.
It fed on my suffering and so instilled me with fears.

It devoured my heart. Hypnotized by it’s lies; I was it’s slave.
Still it remained unsatisfied; it’s wrath unfulfilled,
For it was my soul it craved.

I had nowhere left to go… “Will someone please show me the way?”
I tried so hard to fight, but it was getting darker each day.

Memories held me prisoner with no escape from empty dreams.
I gazed up towards the heavens wondering….
“Does He hear my silent screams?”

The Darkness smiled and held me in its cold embrace,
I could feel my body falling … It was time to leave this place.

++++++++

An Angel was sent from heaven, and she caught me as I fell.
She spoke sweet words of wisdom, and saved me from my hell.

Her smile detested by the Darkness, it saw a bright light in her eyes.
It released me from it’s grasp, and left with all it’s lies.

The Angel took my hand and said “Goodbye” as we parted under the sun.
With my faith restored and the Darkness gone…
My life has just begun.

My future holds new meaning with the gift I received from above.
The bright light in the eyes of the Angel was a powerful force…
The Light I now know… Was Love.

Author:  Ryan Hatton

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Catnosis

A simple creature that decided to move in
Blessed little furrr ball,

meow- the only
sacred word G-d taught him,

And it could mean as much as love
to man,

"Got milk?", "Carry me",
"Will you let me explore the garden?"

he asks by demanding, he demands by
not asking, silence and a single meow.

Slit eyes that reflect the soul in
the night, "Come let us find my shadow"-

For days he ponders and searches
the shrubs and his undergarment,

One night, after the mice have fallen asleep
we explore the house and its cobwebs-

I will draw it for you on the wall,
I insisted, his paw soon followed the line

of my finger against his solid form,
but does he see, or does he know?

Everyway, a visible distinction that
something is standing in the wall,

Should we look into the mirror?
"What for, there's nothing to see"

The moon hangs on the sky,
one cat's eye, the other dreaming,

in a month, his shadow will
explore the netherworld of dreams,

and he will become the lost
tiger of ancestral jungle, no longer

the dwarf in search of a lost cause,
but in the end, all he said was meow.

Author:  Matthew Elert

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Anxiety

Questions unanswered, tomorrows unseen,
“What ifs” and wonderings of places I’ve not been.

Should life be so hard?
Should I give up or fight?
Let my Dreams fade away with the death of the night?

Anxieties fuelled by feelings and thoughts.
False fears cast a web of self destruction and in it I’m caught.

Panic takes over, the mind starts to stray.
Just to awake becomes harder each day.

I start to hate life although I try to resist.
I’m no longer living; I’m just here to exist.

Darkness follows me wherever I go,
I can’t face these fears in my head on my own.

Searching for answers as it gets harder to breath.
Could life be lived again if I start to believe?

++++++++

The beginning of hope starts to form in my head,
Empowered by faith in myself that once appeared dead.

No more fears of tomorrow or a fate I can’t see,
The darkness has lifted and set my mind free.

Never again standing out of the light,
One life so live it, never give up the fight.

Author:  Ryan Hatton

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