I am the tree the forest forgotNeither flowering nor fruitingForever failing and forlornNever reaching heavenwardBut stunted standingSuffocating in shadow and in sadness I am the…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Tag: Death
From nothing I cameAnd to nothing will I returnBetween these an eternal agony of existingBearing me onwardTowards oblivion A nobody I wasA nobody I will…
When I am here no longer Grieve not for I am nothing But if a memory of me comes unbidden Haste you to that great…
I held a knife Blade shining slick, Siren singing to my sinful soul Nordic ground, Belly round, Tang full, Edge sharp Like yearning As biting…
A million more breaths to breathe, my friend, Before you die. A weary life you lead In a shattered, scattered shell. The yearning ceased long…
What did they feel I wonder? As they were swept away on that hideous wave. That same wave that so terribly burnt the names Hiroshima…
What memories will die with me When I am gone? What thoughts, what words, What voices Will silent fall And never again heard will be…
Silent stone word carved By church and heath Says so little Of the soul that lies Under turf And sky What spark was lit From…
A death Tragic Unnecessary Came to my view On the television The other day A person Alone Had ceased to be And I cried 26/09/1998