There can be no argument for M lady Resh bubbles
I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
For things we failed to do or did.
No single action can be hid
Nor can our motive and intent.
Before the court to make my plea
I find the only judge is me.
I cannot plead I’m innocent
I know the things I did and why.
There is no way I can deny
The sins for which I must repent.
I was tempted and often fell
frequently the truth to tell.
Although sometimes with good intent.
I prosecute and I defend
but realise that in the end.
The laws of Karma represent.
Pure justice which applies equally
to everyman, no one is free.
Established by long precedent..
Though this lifetime you failed to learn
the only punishment you earn
You choose yourself and can’t resent.
Another life another start
you have to play another part.
You acquiesce and give consent.
A life you start with a blank sheet
your unlearned lessons to repeat.
All new born babes are innocent.
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One Chapter
One chapter in the book of life
draws to its close; the body dies.
And some will find to their surprise
That their beliefs were based on lies.
False explanations which were rife
Proliferating like spring weeds
in an attempt to meet the needs
of all the different warring creeds
Leading to schisms and to strife
As each instead only they
knew the full truth. So they could say
that their way was the only way.
For man to gain eternal life.
Though they thought they were correct
and taught adherents to accept
That after death they could expect.
Depending, how they’d led their life.
Their due reward or punishment
The lessons taught with good intent
were held to be sufficient.
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and only those who held the view.
A single lifetime would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the needed lessons each in turn
Which would enable them to earn
sufficient merit to return.
From whence they came the final goal
To combine with the oversoul.
Released from any earthly role
just one part of a perfect whole.
1-Nov-08
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Just deserts
I’ve killed before and will again.
I kill for justice not for gain
So many criminals go free
because of their ability.
To hire a lawyer who will try
To make the truth appear a lie
So they escape just punishment.
Although it is self evident
That crafty legal argument
based on some ancient precedent
The merest technicality
persuades the judge to set them free
I’m not constrained by petty rules
and those that are I see as fools
I pursue justice ceaselessly
and do my duty faithfully
And those I deem deserve to die.
The punishment that I apply.
Is merely justice long delayed
I play the part that I have played.
That of the executioner
Or murderer if you prefer.
For many years without remorse
And I will carry on of course.
I’ve killed before and will again
As long as criminals obtain.
Immunity they don’t deserve
a fact I frequently observe.
In courts of law. Guilty men go free.
Blind justice can depend on me.
To disregard such foolishness
I am completely pitiless.
Though self appointed I redress
injustice with some small success.
I operate in secrecy
It is a prime necessity.
You do not need to know my name
I have no wish for worldly fame.
I take my duties seriously.
and that’s reward enough for me.
I rectify the courts mistakes
a little thought is all it takes.
Each guilty man the courts set free.
I’ll execute eventually.
But I must make it crystal clear
that innocents have naught to fear.
I only punish guilty men
before they can offend again.
Prevention is better than cure
I see no reason to endure.
Acquittals earned by lawyer’s lies.
I think a higher law applies.
If you transgress then you must pay.
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Monentary aberration.
A brief encounter innocent
Of any forethought or intent
We touched almost by accident
and yet I must confess it meant.
A sudden pang of discontent
Which quickly came and quickly went.
A moment that devil sent
To tempt me was his sole intent.
It was a failed experiment.
My love for you is permanent.
It would be to my detriment
to give my assent or consent.
To any plot he could invent.
I hold all cheats beneath contempt.
Monday,29 March 2010
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Sex Discrimination
She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.
The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.
Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.
Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.
10-Jul-08
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No remorse story poem
No remorse
Beneath the waves my lover lies.
They search for her without success.
I see suspicion in their eyes
They do not know but some still guess
I loved her well and faithfully.
I thought she was the perfect wife.
Behind my back she betrayed me.
I had the right to take her life.
Or would have had long years ago
The price of infidelity
was to be slain and justly so.
Though today’s laws do not agree.
I could not kill her openly.
Though she had earned the punishment.
I had to plan it carefully
and see no reason to repent.
My conscience does not bother me.
I still sleep peacefully at nights.
She feeds the fish beneath the sea.
I wish them hearty appetites.
I have no doubt that in due course
the tides will wash her bones ashore.
I do believe I had just cause.
She won’t betray me any more
D.N.A may identify
to whom the naked bones belong
but never how she came to die
Nor will they prove that it was wrong.
It could have been an accident.
Or a guilt induced suicide.
The only thing that I resent
That I had no choice but to hide
The punishment she well deserved.
Instead of acting openly
I think that justice has been served.
Though no one knows the truth but me.
My lover lies beneath the waves
I visit her quite frequently
as other people visit graves
I walk the shore beside the sea.
22-Aug-08
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In The Dark
Make me fumble
Make me fall
Make my heart stop and start
To tremble uncontrollably
Let my eyes see fear make desire
Keep those who long apart
Forbid the kiss
And leave us innocent
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me remember
Make me forget
Make my mind unable
To force the body to do its will
Let it be right for belief and denial
To share a space in the heart and leave us only to imagine
About the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me pretend
Make me expect
Things can go and come to pass
Without trial or tribulation
Let this life space and time
Leave my body with permanent marks
Faded scars and lines
But not a single impression
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Let me be tempted
Let me be torn
But make my thoughts pure and not
Morally corrupt in form
Let us sleep tonight
Let innocence lie in our dreams and secret hearts
With burning desire
A need to know and do
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
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Scales of Justice
There is a law which guarantees
that as you sow so shall you reap,
there’s no point in not guilty pleas.
The record keeper never sleeps.
That which you give you will receive.
The correct balance must be kept
just simple justice I believe.
You have no choice you must accept
The punishment that you deserve.
Forget the lies you have been taught
repenting misdeeds will not serve.
Your protestations count for nought.
The scales must balance exactly.
The credit and the debit side,
no one is punished unjustly.
The law is equally applied.
There’s only you gives evidence
before a jury of your peers,
with wisdom and experience
to understand your hopes and fears
They will advise you that’s what they do.
About the things you need to learn
but the decisions left to you.
To choose to rest or quick return.
To start again with a clean sheet.
Another chance for you to earn
the merits needed to complete
the lessons which you need to learn.
Each life we live a step towards
a destination still unknown
Where we receive our just rewards
because we are at last full grown.
16-Jan-08
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Taking Liberties too far
The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be
Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.
It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.
They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.
A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.
The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.
08/10/2009
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Is It Really Justice or Just Revenge?
Is capital punishment justice or is it revenge?
This is the question that I want to defend.
Is it really justice if you have to kill someone?
Or is the killing of a being just for your fun?
Is a murder really justified if the culprit spends less time in jail?
If so then it seems capital punishment is just easy bail.
They should be punished and not given an out of jail card,
All capital punishment is doing is spending money, cold and hard.
Wanting them to die doesn’t seem like justice but revenge?
It leaves blood on your hands when there life ends.
Life is full of trials and tribulations this is a must,
But if you kill a man then it won’t make life any more just.
Justice is using authority to give a fair decree,
But intended death to a being doesn’t seem fair to me.
Revenge is to satisfy in retaliation,
But death’s your one hit wonder, one satisfaction.
So I will always choose the criminals to defend,
Leaving you with your decision: justice or revenge?
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Now is the Hour 08
Now is the hour.08
When choosing a new president.
Some things you aren’t allowed to know.
By long established precedent,
the candidates will only show
What they believe will convince you
they have no past sins to conceal.
Although it’s patently untrue
as their opponents will reveal.
No politician’s innocent
although they all profess to be.
The question are they competent
is the important one for me
Some vote from party loyalty
and some to voice their discontent.
Still others ruled by apathy
by default choose the president.
The president can only serve
if the majority agree.
The get the man that you deserve
So when you vote choose carefully.
So put your prejudice aside
discount your partly loyalty
This is your chance you must decide
what is the best for your country.
26-Oct-08
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So far, So good
Although I’m far from innocent
I have done things I now repent.
In self defence I must protest
I am no worse than all the rest
Whose sins have yet to come to light.
They still profess their innocence
Their sins well hidden out of sight
and yet feel free to take offence.
At peccadilloes I confess.
Which seems to me hypocrisy
as if somehow their sins are less
than those I confess openly.
Because they’re sure nobody knows.
Its human nature I suppose.
09/07/2009
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Incompetence our best defence! !
I dreamt a dream wherein I dreamt,
I dreamt a dream of deep content.
But all the while I knew I dreamt.
I tried to wake but my attempt.
My mind just treated with contempt.
Am I the dreamer or the dream
I can’t be wholly confident.
That it is not some experiment.
Conducted without my consent.
To monitor the dreams I’ve dreamt
to analyse my dreams content.
By some arm of the government
Whose only purpose and intent
Is sadly all too evident.
Establishing a precedent.
By which they hope they can prevent
expression of our discontent.
They should not be too complacent.
Because they are incompetent
and grossly overconfident.
We’ll find a way to circumvent
their wish to be omnipotent.
We have to win this argument
and then provide due punishment.
For those found guilty of intent
to use this foul experiment.
Which demonstrates the full extent
of methods used by government.
The things they do clandestinely
Because they dare not openly.
admit to seeking thought control.
Because they know that heads would roll.
We have the right to privacy.
There is no way that they should be.
poking and prying in our mind
just to see if they can find.
another way they can repress
the freedoms that we should possess.
The dream I dreamt may yet come true
I can’t be sure no more can you.
Sunday,02 May 2010
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Perverted Progress story poem which became a rant
The bards are dead and none recall
the glory days, when every hall.
Would echo to their epic tales
and hear the news they would regale
The ancient bards were men of law
They were welcomed at every door.
A peasant’s cot or chieftains hall
it made no difference at all.
They were accorded great respect
as arbiters as you’d expect.
These minstrels wise in Brehon Law
and holders of the magic lore.
All men were treated equally
and their decisions seen to be
delivered so impartially.
The way that justice ought to be.
No man could buy their loyalty
They were all that they claimed to be.
Men of prodigious memory
who could judge - impartially.
The rights and wrongs of any cause
and had the power to enforce.
Such was the power of Brehon law
which ruled the land in days of yore.
But time moves on and all things change
invaders come and re arrange.
The world to suit their foreign ways.
The bards refused to sing their praise.
So they were hunted down and killed
This left a gap which would be filled
by lawyers of a different sort.
Corrupt men who could be bought.
By those who had he greatest wealth
Well versed in lies deceit and stealth
Although professing probity.
Behind the scenes where none could see.
These lawyers aided thievery
and favoured those of high degree.
Against the poor but honest men
who had their lands and goods taken.
To fill the coffers of the rich
whose greed consumed them like an itch.
Unsatisfied they craved for more
and so perverted every law.
Judgement was now a mockery
which could be purchased for a fee.
A price the poor man could not raise
and thus he always lost his case.
Things are much the same today
unless you can afford to pay.
Outrageous fees which lawyers ask
You face an impossible task.
You wont get justice you’ll get law.
That’s what you pay your lawyer for.
To find some loophole you can use
so that you need not pay your dues.
Avoiding any punishment
however evil your intent
He’ll find some technicality
which he’ll invoke to set you free.
The golden days when laws applied
to all men equally were set aside.
So justice wears a blindfold now
that’s fastened tightly round her brow.
The lawyers dare not let her see.
How they have made a mockery.
Twisting the meaning of the law
and making use of every flaw.
and every legal argument
to thwart the laws avowed intent.
To protect the innocent.
Another failed experiment.
We have to find a better way
which does not favour those who pay.
As it was in days of yore
when no man was above the law.
Then justice was not bought or sold
the bards had small regard for gold.
They were renowned for honesty
dispensing justice without fee.
Supported by all honest men
we shall not see their like again.
Until the people indicate
they will no longer tolerate.
This rank injustice any more.
Demand we overhaul the law.
Rewrite them so they will apply
to everybody equally.
Justice must be seen to be done
to anyone and everyone.
Impartially as it should be
and truly independently.
But Alas the bards are dead
and we have chaos in their stead.
Today the world is ruled by greed.
Me first, me first the only creed.
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Guilt 08 for friend J.T.Ellison
The slow soft sighing of the breeze, recalls a stir of memories.
Some good, some bad, some sad, some glad. concerning all the friends I’ve had
All of my youthful dreams which failed young love affairs which quickly staled
All of my petty victories I can recall with greatest ease.
My failures too are on parade, all of the errors I have made.
Insist on coming to the fore, they do not matter any more.
I have regrets of course I do I can’t deny that this is true.
Now looking back I clearly see. It wasn’t always up to me.
sometimes because of circumstance I was prepared to take a chance
and acted irresponsibly. Instead of thinking carefully.
When I was young, naïve and green Made promises I did not mean
in order to achieve my ends. Now it’s too late to make amends.
Some memories come as punishment and other memories are meant
to comfort me in my distress. Assuage the sins which I confess.
I think perhaps this might be true of each and every one of you.
I offer in my own defence that I learnt by experience
the lessons which I needed to as everybody has to do.
1-Jun-08
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As ye sow so shall ye reap
Tenebrous shadows congregate
and murmur surreptitiously.
About the vagaries of fate
and who or what they used to be.
Once powerful now powerless.
They complain interminably
but to the world have no access.
No power on earth can set them free.
They are condemned for their past sins
and all must serve their sentence out
But then of course new life begins
another chance of finding out.
Where they went wrong, try to amend
for hurts they caused deliberately.
Impossible now to pretend.
They see with renewed clarity.
That as you sow so shall you reap.
This simple law can’t be repealed.
That’s why the shadows wail and weep
because their sins lie unconcealed.
Each act recorded faithfully
there is no way that you can lie.
Although you acted furtively
you can’t escape the watchful eye.
Of your own deep subconscious mind
Recording what you did and why.
A monitor that’s well designed
to bring to light what you deny.
Yours is the only evidence
that karmic law will listen to.
No one can speak in your defence.
The faults are clearly down to you.
You are the jury and the judge
and you impose your own sentence.
No legal niceties to fudge
and no pretended penitence.
You join the other shadows who
wait in the dark impatiently.
To be reborn as someone new.
Your role selected carefully.
To give the opportunity
to undertake the tests again.
The tests you failed so miserably
by causing other people pain.
You’ll suffer as you caused them to
Their agonies will be redressed
your wickedness rebounds on you
Until the lesson is impressed.
If you succeed you can move on
It is entirely up to you.
Each life can teach a new lesson
as each life is intended to.
No one’s condemned eternally
you always get another chance.
Some learn their lessons easily
according to their circumstance.
But others find it very hard
and fail the test repeatedly.
A life of misery their reward
but they will learn eventually.
That what you give is what you get.
The scales must balance perfectly.
All other laws you can forget.
All men are treated equally
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From small begginings story poem for M'lady Ernestine
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A cairn of stones that’s added to
By travellers who pass this way.
Although today they’re very few.
Few realise the cairn exists
Now no one can remember why
But the custom still persists
Originally the cairn was built
to mark the spot where someone died.
Perhaps assuaging a sense of guilt.
The killing was an accident
a blow which was in anger struck.
There was no murderous intent
He killed his friend and he confessed
The man was truly penitent.
So obviously that he impressed.
The learned judge who heard the case.
Who ruled that he was innocent
of murder but that he still must face.
A whole life sentence of regret
and that was punishment enough.
This old legend lingers yet.
Each time he passed the spot
he placed a stone upon the cairn.
Which whilst he lived grew quite a lot.
It towers now some eight feet high.
As people added their tribute
although no one remembers why.
Although it’s off the beaten track
one day you might just pass this way
and add your pebble to the stack
It has become a monument
a cairn of stone sure to impress.
Yet it began by accident
12/10/2009
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A too severe Penalty? ? story poem
The vampire breed grows more profuse.
According to the latest news
They have evolved and hunt by day
This frightens me I have to say.
I used to stay indoors by night
and do my chores in broad daylight.
I knew that vampires feared the sun
But now that last safeguard is gone.
They used to fear the crucifix
just as they should the heretics.
But now we have no defence at all.
Should a vampire choose to call.
They do not wear long flowing cloaks
they dress like all the other folks.
There is no way you can be sure
about the family next door
You cannot tell who you can trust.
To be quite free of the blood lust.
Even the Vicar is not free
of being watched suspiciously.
I do not mind donating blood.
I feel quite strongly that I should
but only voluntarily
and taken scientifically.
I live alone reclusively
and venture out reluctantly.
Do all my shopping on the net
which seems to be the safest bet.
I often wonder what they’ll do
when everyone’s a vampire too.
No humans left on which to prey.
They’ll have to find some other way.
To satisfy their thirst for blood
Though I have always understood.
They do not prey on their own kind
Because their systems are designed
to digest only human blood.
Their prime and only source of food
When the last of us is gone
and no one left to feast upon
They’ll be condemned eternally
to wander wailing hungrily.
A well deserv’ed punishment
for preying on the innocent
Thee is no court of last appeal
to which the vampires could apply.
But if there were could it repeal.
Established laws and let them die
I like to think perhaps they would
for vampires are misunderstood.
perhaps they did not choose to be
vampires voluntarily.
18-Oct-08
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No Lessons Learned
Death for causing death
You can't be lenient
A cold blooded slayer
Deserves capital punishment.
He snuffed out a life
With no hint of remorse
Extinguishing his life
Remains the only course.
He killed one
Still in its bud
Justice must be done
It bays for his blood.
The law takes its course
To the gallows he's sent
There's is no remorse
He deserved capital punishment.
Did it happen again?
Killing of an innocent?
It was no lesson
The capital punishment!
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The Judge – versus – A Judge
THE JUDGE of the Universe called me
to dock and asked on the judgment day
“Justice Joy, to defend yourself
do you have anything to say?
You’re charged with the
crime of denying justice at your hand
To many an innocent accused
when you dispensed justice in the world.
Heart-rending cries of innocent convicts I’ve heard
Acquitted criminals’
trumpeting boasts also I’ve heard.
Despite knowing the truth yourself,
you’ve relied on (false) witnesses,
And sent to gallows many faultless.
Your acts were indeed heinous.
I’ve heard your judgments many
that you pronounced in open court.
Often you treated life and freedom
with no justice of any sort.
Widows’ wails and orphans’ cries
have never ever touched your heart.
Innocence written on victims’ faces,
you always failed to look at.
Succumbed to pressure you
wrote out judgments as ‘bosses’ wanted
To gain ‘their’ pleasure and favors,
several evidences you twisted.
Judge, your traits were bad.
You harbored prejudice and hatred
Your opponents couldn’t ever escape.
Traps you had manipulated.
You never used your knowledge to give
men their life-saving justice.
These are ‘A’ grade crimes,
according to Heaven’s Law of Justice.
Prescribed punishment for these
is ‘Long-term Roasting in Fire’.
State your defense as to why
you shouldn’t be condemned to that fire”.
The dormant lawyer in me woke up
when those ‘allegations’ I heard.
I posed the following questions:
“Who are the complainants? Tell me lord?
What is the evidence? Who are the witnesses?
Who is the advocate on record?
I want to cross-examine the witnesses.
The allegations are absurd.
Which judgments did fail the test of
Evidence Act of my country?
Stoutly I deny the charges.
Let the prosecution prove to the contrary
Grant me time to file my counter
and examine my witness
I’ll disprove the allegations,
and I’m sure the case you’ll dismiss.”
The Judge said “the system is different here.
There’s no provision for witness.
Men’s thoughts, talks and acts
get recorded here at once.
I’m the complainant, the lawyer,
the witness, and also judge.
If men hadn’t shed their evil,
I punish them. I do not budge.
I condemn you to a long roast! ”
On His desk He hit His hammer.
Then angels rushed forward
and threw me into hellish fire.
Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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