Legal Dogma
Donate Here
•
Poetry
Obey you must O’feeable citizen, do you dare to cross the line?
March in formation and resist temptation, only in film can you live those golden lives.
Transgress not the legal Dogma, For it is not your place to play.
That arena is for the daring and the ones that got away.
It will burn away at your psyche, then maybe should you try?
Or will you cower away from elation, the only true freedom lies in alibi.
It is not without great stigma, and tormenting time away.
But you will only read of it in books? Or gamble courage without delay.
Will you die a dim lit lantern or blaze with fury for what you believe?
Because those that command you of their bidding, are the ones who decree masks to deceive.
Make no mistake in knowing, that the truth is rarely told.
It’s those that break the rules who have Platinum, Diamonds and Gold.
Incarceration builds character, you will wear it with pride & glee.
Know you would much prefer it, then to fade away into obscurity.
We are the noble outlaws, our moral compass free to roam.
Harm wished upon no one, except Tyranny that mans the throne.
Do not point your finger at us, for we are who you crave to be.
True criminals evade your senses, while they tax you in harmony.
Obey you must O’feeable citizen, do you dare to cross the line?
March in formation and resist temptation, only in film can you live those golden lives.
Transgress not the legal Dogma, For it is not your place to play.
That arena is for the daring and the ones that got away.
It will burn away at your psyche, then maybe should you try?
Or will you cower away from elation, the only true freedom lies in alibi.
It is not without great stigma, and tormenting time away.
But you will only read of it in books? Or gamble courage without delay.
Will you die a dim lit lantern or blaze with fury for what you believe?
Because those that command you of their bidding, are the ones who decree masks to deceive.
Make no mistake in knowing, that the truth is rarely told.
It’s those that break the rules who have Platinum, Diamonds and Gold.
Incarceration builds character, you will wear it with pride & glee.
Know you would much prefer it, then to fade away into obscurity.
We are the noble outlaws, our moral compass free to roam.
Harm wished upon no one, except Tyranny that mans the throne.
Do not point your finger at us, for we are who you crave to be.
True criminals evade your senses, while they tax you in harmony.
How to Make Bannoffee Pie in a Secure Unit
By Garth
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
I Am Tired
By Anthony
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
I Hate You, Crystal Meth
By Mackenzie
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
Twelve Years Trying to Patch Up My Soul
By Abynei
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.
Creative