Pain
Rain Pain Strain Name What's my name? Help me And then you Care Why?
14/12/1983
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I am just
I am just a simple man, A man who doesn't always say the right thing, Who doesn't always know the right thing to do. A man who cannot always express himself Like a gifted speaker Who sometimes stops And starts when saying something. Whose words sometimes like torrents flow forth. A man whose emotions sometimes overwhelm him And then like a fool degrades himself Before those for whom he cares And forever he then carries a burden of guilt Of some imagined wrong. I am just a stupid man, Who doesn't always see that someone cares. Who feels a numbness for the outside world, And an emptiness within. Who doesn't believe that love exists, For him, only others. Never for methat simple happiness Of love requited. I am just a wanting man, Crying out for someone to care. A lonely voice it seems to me, For no-one answers. Am I alone? And you, will you heed my call? Please.
15/05/1990
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Darkness
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 ago. Now only an empty, dull ache And darkness Always darkness.
13/01/1990
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Ground Zero
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 and Nagasaki Into our dull consciousness. Were they afraid, did they feel terror In those few seconds? Did they think on their loved ones, Did they know they were going to die, Or were they just living their ordinary lives? Were the children playing in the streets? Were the mothers shopping, washing, talking? Were the fathers working as they had always done? Did they have brothers I wonder Fighting at the front? So many died in that instant, in that twinkling of an eye, All on the orders of a solitary man so far away. And so many of the undead Suffered so terribly. Was it worth it? And now so many years later What lessons have we learnt? Could it ever happen again? Will so many people die so needlessly Or can we learn to live in peace?
13/01/1990
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When in the rebellion of mens eyes
When in the rebellion of mens eyes I am alone, I have a warmth inside that gives me life. When in the hatred of men's thoughts I am in danger, I have no fear for you are with me. When in the anger of men's fears I suffer without sound, I feel no anguish for you strengthen me. When in the blackness of men's hearts I stumble blindly, I worry not for you are there to guide me. When in the dungeon of men's dreams I am a captive, I am in peace for your love frees me.
26/08/1989
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The Selfless Flame
The candle in the corner splutters and dies Fading slowly to dimness Casting strange dancing shadows on the walls Until it is engulfed by growing darkness And only a glowing ember is left Where its life used to be And then that too disappears Just the smoke remains Forlornly forcing its way heavenward And then it too is gone And all is left in cold blackness. Who had warmed their frozen hands Around this self-same flame? How many children had played late at night In its warm and friendly light? How much was done Whilst this candle gave of itself Unselfishly, unceasingly Using what it had only for others Until all was consumed And it left us alone with the dark The cold and lonely dark
04/08/1992
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An ending we have in darkness
An ending we have in darkness
And a beginning.
'Twixt these
An emptiness of pain.
02/05/1992
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In the silence
In the silence I hear your voice,
In the silence I see your face,
In the silence I smell your scent,
And I feel secure.
In the silence I feel your heat,
In the silence I know your love,
In the silence I sense your power,
And I feel secure.
15/05/1990
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I Scream To The Wind
I scream to the wind That blows through forest And grass and me I scream to the wind That howls and cuts Ice cold, hoar sharp I scream to the wind That whines and listens Not to the pain I scream to the wind And cry my fear Cold, unheeded, alone
09/02/2004
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This Too Crowded Island
This too crowded island
Drains me
Cold wind, cold rain, cold people
Chill me
Sadden me
Make me
Homeless in my own home
Take me
On dark, dark roads
Going from nowhere
To nowhere
Through brick built jungles
Sterile sanctuary of sterile souls
Grey dank faces watching me
Through dusty windows of dust minds
Unattractive, unappealing, unclean
Living corpses crying
Putrid babbles
Of nothingness
And hate
Yet I remain
Unheard
Unseen
Unwanted
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