SACRIFICE

for months I longed, for your words to appear
a chance introduction and we set off chatting
a fated interference, I was helpless only for you to immediately disappear
I hoped in silence, our introduction wouldn’t end up with nothing

sensing the pain you endured as your journey took a detour
that was not by chance, but it’s the fate that you started to make
a lover at his “highness”, a toxicity that left you totally insecure
like crushing waves in the, it’s time you left the negativity at its wake

I saw you suffered, laying down below the wicked sky
the black of day and dark of night, the light in your heart flickers
cracking open the wall around your heart, letting the past go by
and you know, the brightest flame in the heart glows quickest

Time passes, Unruly storms were confounded
remnants of that stress stopped you from sleeping
locked in prison as you disappeared, I remained dumbfounded
just through the little window I followed your moments, patiently hoping

for you to be drawn by the raw energy of the ocean
the closer you got, you would see a white whale’s emotion
infusing into your soul, for your emotion to blissfully revive
energizing your lost soul, with passion and love, bringing you alive!!

in my virtual prison, I was just quiet and slow
devoid of human love, emptiness, I felt senseless
“should I give all hope up and simple let her go?”
thoughts that took me backwards, leaving me clueless

from the moment of our meeting, a twenty four hours of chatting!
i remember your smile, as it appears, it leaves me floating
a soul with a vision fleeting, and a brightness that was simply tempting
a beauty of angel pure and clear, lost in wilderness, you are something

a stroke of luck, you miraculously appeared
as though all these while you we’re always counting
how often I would give up and react as you had feared
yet your soul could not stop this connection that was resonating

in ecstasy my heart is now beating
you’re a soulmate that was always waiting
on the path that I once thought has disappeared
and you should know that ahead is a wondrous journey to be heard!

Alcho-pops where are you?    
that’s it, come on  
don’t be shy.    
Now get over there    
in front of the lager.    
    
Everyone else,    
I said everyone else!    
listen.    
My Intel has confirmed a teenage party    
so I don't want any mistakes.    
   
Alcho-pops you're in first    
and you don't stand a chance    
so make your peace with    
the Blue nun before you go.    
   
Lagers, two packs in the kitchen,    
the rest, in the fridge.    
Cherries take the night off.    
Cocktail sticks, erm, just straighten up    
   
Vodka, label front, please try and last the night.    
Orange and Blackcurrant    
give yourself a wipe, it’s been a while    
but if vodka goes you need to go with him,    
I need you in the mix.    
   
Babycham it could be a rough night my love    
but whatever happens try to reach the nose.    
Boxed wines, boxed wines over here now.    
Get in line and taps out.    
White, if red gets spilt, try to get on top,    
less carpet damage and    
we should be able to get you both out.    
   
Twelve year old Malt, hold the rear,    
I won’t sacrifice my best on this rabble.    
Now Bells you need to go first, followed by,    
all though it breaks my heart, Glen Fiddich    
Lads if you both go, give em hell    
so they won’t come back for Malt.    
   
Snowball, not a chance in hell    
but be ready just in case.    
Eggnog you have to be the    
dumbest drink I have    
but you do look like custard    
so try to make em puke.    
   
Gin, what are you laughing at.    
Nothing sir.    
nnnnnothing sir, you shit, they call you Lilly    
and you taste like frikin perfume,    
get out of my sight before I go blind.    
   
   
Sshh....sshh    
Everyone be quiet, here they come.    
Lagers look lively, sixes not fours.    
   
Shit straight for the cabinet.    
Little bastard put me down,    
put me down, what did you call me?    
Fuckin JD its Mr Frikin Daniels to you    
you, spot faced little shit.    
   
Come on then let’s have it    
two shots, try me.    
I'll rip yer throat out,
I'll singe your spleen, come on then,    
lets see what yer made of,    
just, you, me    
and my friend Mr glass.    
   
Wait, what, what’s that    
Frikin Coke, drink me like a man    
shittin bubbles, fuckin caramel    
and ice, in a tall glass, whhhyyy!!!.    
   
That’s right swill me round    
showin off to your mates    
all watered down.    
   
To start a war with JD    
be sure you can hold my dead    
I'll bring the violent    
you carry the sick.

Have you been to Arlington?
A dreadful sight to see
To gaze ahead at those long dead
Springs readily to me
Go see them there at Arlington!
The cross of memory
The tombs of lead of those long dead
Who fought for you and me
Don't weep for those at Arlington!
For tears have flowed far more than blood
By those who haven't tasted death
But tasted of its torrent flood
Recall the souls of Arlington!
The men who fought for freedom's cause
And when your mind drifts down to war
Give space to life
And pause.

In my wallet warm and secure
a bond with others to embrace  
no badge to wear, no grinning face  
 faith, your hearts in the right place  
  
Throw your cape 'or a puddle  
 know the pain of toil and struggle  
 cast your hat into the ring  
and help the others suffering  
   
Give of yourself while you still live  
for blood and tissue to a relative  
and humanity be the sacred book  
the cross to bear while others LOOK  
   
Depreciate your time sublime  
for god will mark your card in time  
as they nailed him to the wood  
gave his soul for the greater good  
   
As we were cast in his perfect image  
 death be the start and not the finish  
self sacrifice, I will not grimace  
the card its offering , best of meagre limits.    
   
For I heard, a higher callings need    
I proffer at my self discretion  
gift to keep, an ace hidden up your sleeve  
 no need to quote the bibles lesson.  
   
   
 

We always bury the dead. Or at least were supposed to, according to tradition. But if you’re one of the alternatively educated types, then why limit yourself. The only reason people demonise what we do is because they have no idea how to do it. They wish they could. That’s why they hate us so much. Envious and hateful at the same time. Imagine a world where nobody died. Where instead of eternal damnation, you were allowed to live on and continue your sworn duties in this world. Keep your promises.

For instance, I will always be here for you would take a literal meaning. If you’re a husband, or … or better yet a parent. You would never worry about leaving your children alone to fend off predators and murderers after an untimely death. The nobleness of submitting your body to a higher cause. Guiding and protecting those you love. Calling the reaper to come hither when he knocks, with the knowledge that dying means opening new doors. Renewed channels for expressing your love. That the weak and the innocent would never be left to fend for themselves ever again.