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Kemp is the fly on the wall in secret government places and no-one escapes his brilliant, inventive mind.
#1BESTSELLING novel on 4 separate Amazon sites:
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#Murder #Mystery #Suspense
http://myBook.to/What
February 12, 2019
At The Rainbow Of Tears
At the end of life, on the edge of time.
Where there’s no air to breathe and death walks the line,
There’s no reaction, all spirit is broke
There are only tubes on which the crawling choke.
The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, as disease is spread.
Agony screams loudly, it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.
Gold in the teeth shine brightly as bodies decompose
The colour of hell is as white as the snows.
At the end of life, on the edge of time,
Death is your Saviour, death is sublime.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
Where there’s no air to breathe and death walks the line,
There’s no reaction, all spirit is broke
There are only tubes on which the crawling choke.
The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, as disease is spread.
Agony screams loudly, it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.
Gold in the teeth shine brightly as bodies decompose
The colour of hell is as white as the snows.
At the end of life, on the edge of time,
Death is your Saviour, death is sublime.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
February 6, 2019
The Real Sting
There were no shadows in the dark as the day passed into night.
It’s only in my recollections that I can tell wrong from right.
But I do know that echoes of illusions give stories of their own,
And the past of one’s life is the only thing that’s known.
The contours of life corrode slowly inside my memory banks.
Only with pain can I fill those aching unfilled blanks.
But the shadows of illusions can never be really owned
And the wrongs of the past can never be condoned.
As the blackbird passes its memories to the phantoms of the dark
And there’s no more room inside one’s body for another bloodstained mark,
So the comfort found in illusions become the only place to survive
Because the real sting of death is only found when one’s alive.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
It’s only in my recollections that I can tell wrong from right.
But I do know that echoes of illusions give stories of their own,
And the past of one’s life is the only thing that’s known.
The contours of life corrode slowly inside my memory banks.
Only with pain can I fill those aching unfilled blanks.
But the shadows of illusions can never be really owned
And the wrongs of the past can never be condoned.
As the blackbird passes its memories to the phantoms of the dark
And there’s no more room inside one’s body for another bloodstained mark,
So the comfort found in illusions become the only place to survive
Because the real sting of death is only found when one’s alive.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
February 3, 2019
I Was
In Memory Of A Close Friend
I was frightened by people.
I was fearful when a child.
I was afraid of relationships.
When I was young I was defiled.
I was afraid of reality.
I was lost inside with fear.
I was afraid of being lonely.
I was afraid when anyone was near.
I walked with memories too grotesque for you to imagine.
I was a shadow in the light.
I had feelings, but I could never explain them.
I spent my life hidden in the night.
I lived with sorrow as my companion.
I lived a life I never chose.
I was without structure within a structure.
I have prayed for my life to close.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I was frightened by people.
I was fearful when a child.
I was afraid of relationships.
When I was young I was defiled.
I was afraid of reality.
I was lost inside with fear.
I was afraid of being lonely.
I was afraid when anyone was near.
I walked with memories too grotesque for you to imagine.
I was a shadow in the light.
I had feelings, but I could never explain them.
I spent my life hidden in the night.
I lived with sorrow as my companion.
I lived a life I never chose.
I was without structure within a structure.
I have prayed for my life to close.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
February 1, 2019
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There is no morality to be found in evil.
But to recognise that which is truly evil
One must forget the rules of morality.
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There is no morality to be found in evil.
But to recognise that which is truly evil
One must forget the rules of morality.
Book Number Two In The Lies And Consequences Series
Murder–Mystery–Suspense
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January 28, 2019
The Hope of Hope
This one is a long one, almost a book, but I hope if you read it you like it as much as I do.
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Branches
Branches
The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
January 26, 2019
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Libraries are the soul of a nation and books are the hearts that beat within
© 2018, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
© 2018, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
January 23, 2019
The Thief
He knew no road of righteousness,
Nor any path to noble salvation.
On his way, he was aware of only loyalty
Walking a street labelled desolation.
Any goodness was tinged by duty
Allowing the only trust in lies for belief.
Friendship was a conspired existence
As through life, he strolled as a thief.
Money or wealth was never his target.
He followed what other’s desired.
Obligations were heavy and demanding,
But he achieved all that was required.
When the thief was no longer effective
And the young took over his role
He found no strength inside his conscience,
Nor vigour inside his soul.
Silent and lonely the thief passed over.
His body to a grave deserted and bare.
Four strangers lowered his casket
To the arms of the dead who waited down there.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved
Nor any path to noble salvation.
On his way, he was aware of only loyalty
Walking a street labelled desolation.
Any goodness was tinged by duty
Allowing the only trust in lies for belief.
Friendship was a conspired existence
As through life, he strolled as a thief.
Money or wealth was never his target.
He followed what other’s desired.
Obligations were heavy and demanding,
But he achieved all that was required.
When the thief was no longer effective
And the young took over his role
He found no strength inside his conscience,
Nor vigour inside his soul.
Silent and lonely the thief passed over.
His body to a grave deserted and bare.
Four strangers lowered his casket
To the arms of the dead who waited down there.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved
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