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But they’re not

Yes, there are many people
But they’re not you
And yes, they are beautiful
But they’re not you
They may be good company
But they’re not you
Yes, I have some friends
But they’re not you
And yes, they like having me around
But they’re not you
And they may love me
But they’re not you
Yes, I have my family
But they’re not you
And yes, they too love me
But they’re not you
And I have a father and a mother
But they’re not you
Yes, there are many people in this old world
But they’re not you
And yes, there are many that I’ve not met
But they’re not you
Many that I could get to know
But they’re not you
Only you are
You

04/08/1992

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A Presence

In the still of daylight dawning
I wait
My presence
Unbidden
By those I seek
Here I stand
As the sun slowly rises
From its nocturnal slumbers
Yet shall they feel my presence
Those who have unknowingly called me
To this desolate place
Oh yes, they shall know me
Those fools who meddle in affairs
They cannot understand
Yet have not the wisdom
To draw back from the brink
Of the disaster
They are making
Their pathetic sorcery
Has loosed the long-forged chains
That bound me in slavery
Now will I wreak my destiny
Upon the pathetic creatures
That have recklessly brought me
To this place
In my blazing hand I will carry
My thrice forged blade
Once in pestilence
Once in war
And once in injustice
It will be a symbol
Of the destruction
That I bring
Upon them all

18/09/2000

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Prophet of a Lesser Age

He sits square-framed and lies to me
With words of hatred and deceit.
He speaks of honesty and truth
As if they were unwanted foreigners
And talks of war with pride.

He wants me to kill, he says
It is only right,
It is our duty.
We have no need to fear, he says.
Then why am I afraid?

He talks so easily of the hell of war,
Of destruction, of others deaths,
Of the faceless enemy.
He talks of hate, he talks of evil,
He talks of suffering for his cause.

But I want peace
And he will not give it,
But I want love
And he cannot see it,
But I want freedom
And he doesn’t understand it.

Am I then an enemy?
Am I then to be imprisoned?
Am I then to be tortured?
Is my cause so wrong?
Then why does it seem so right?

Oh, answer me these questions
You square-framed man.
Answer me with honesty,
Help me understand,
Why I cannot love.
And yet I know you hate me
As you hated all the others
Who came before me.
But as I go to die now,
I do not fear you, I pity you.

You square-framed man…

17/01/1990

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For Many Years Have I

For many years have I
Alone wandered
On the uneven path
Of my life
While the darkness devoured me
And my fears assailed me
And my guilt besieged me
I would cry on the wind
But no-one heard
I would scream to the stars
But no-one cared
I would shout to the emptiness
But no-one came
And on I walked
Isolated
Desolate
Scared
Scarred
Longing for the greater night
To overwhelm my tired soul
And end the pain

07/02/2018

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