Philosophical globe.

Bed saw, bed sores
as an unequivocal cure
for beauty's a genderless whore
to invoke the mid split war
blooded hearts destroyed
while raincoat wearing, clubbing hordes
as red coats queue outside club doors
impishly pestering the no more
then wink towards exclaimed toys
moaning, dripping puddles of pleasurable gore.

Name-less.

Name strip, soul shriek
fallen knees, eyes weep
grounded deep, paranoia creeps
eternally bleed, nightmare sleep
fading eulogy for unknown's reaped.

Herded stories

Bottle fed, unpacified young
rattled head, misplaced wrong
battle red, bass-lined song
unsettled dead, unspoken far too long
trample on ahead, with nowhere to belong
sample thy daily bread, 'pon the starving swollen cattled tongues
ample seed birth amply bred,
for young tongues belong to songs sung on a generational long wrong.