The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
All is life, light
Stars whirl above, bright
Where do you lead, go?
Is your love real, or no?
Do you care for me, for me?
Or is it your wish to be flee, be free?
All is life, light
Stars whirl above, bright
01/04/1983
Leave a CommentSo many dreams have died
In my heart
And now another
Of you
How much more heartache must I take
Before I die?
What new pains
Must I learn
Before the darkness?
Let me retire from this life’s race
Defeated and forgotten
Torment me not with stark remembrances
Of what could not be
Persecute not this weary soul
With hateful voices
03/08/1992
Leave a CommentA million more breaths to breathe, my friend,
Before you die.
A weary life you lead
In a shattered, scattered shell.
The yearning ceased long ago.
Now only an empty, dull ache
And darkness
Always darkness.
13/01/1990
Leave a CommentAn ending we have in darkness
And a beginning.
‘Twixt these
An emptiness of pain.
02/05/1992
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