The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Sun setting
Behind hills of brown
Crows fly
Crows cry
Beneath greying clouds
The old shepherds road
Lies empty now
A home for thistle
And heather
And memories
A burn peat stained
Chases down
Steep gullies
Over rocks and tumbles
To darkening river below
And flows sludge slow
Under stone still bridge
Past field
And bank
To forest shadowed
All is quiet now
The still of dusk's deep desire
For peace
And solitude
And death
Of day
And birth
Of night
19/09/1998
Leave a CommentA man, A life, An emptiness A reality Of pain Endless Yearning Endless Desire Endless Loneliness Endless Void Deadly harbinger Messenger Of the dark, dark Soul Within
18/09/2000
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I found a photograph the other day
Of me in younger clothes
Squirreled away buried in battered cardboard cave
Dingy, dusty, damaged,
Dumped in haste behind old books
In a long forgotten corner
Of an aged loft
Where all my other junk
Of long past lives
Lies forlorn, discarded
And there I saw
The well remembered outline of my youth
The thirsty eyes
Full of hope
And love
And innocence
The widely smiling mouth
Whose wisdomed words
Like golden oration spewed forth
Unfettered by latter doubts
But heeded only by unheeding night
Those ears so often catching
Sounds of joy
And laughter
And pain
And longing
The shoulders broad like Atlas
Yet tender
Refuge for tormented souls
The arms full ardour
But loveless left
The hands so willing
But always clumsy
Tripping over words
And tasks
And life
And I in longing know
That this is how I want to be
And not this deserted frame
That I have now become
Oh the years have turned
And I have turned
Into dust and yearning and nought
Tumbling to my inexorable end
Of dust and dull oblivion
10/02/2017
Leave a CommentThe shadows that we cast On life Are transient fleeting Ghosts of what might have been And then they change To what we have become The shadows that we cast Dance on the background Of reality And dim and fade and flit As do our beings In the universe The shadows that we cast Reflect how we are viewed By existence And when they cease In the light of a new dawn So do we
18/09/1998
Leave a CommentA hunger
For life
Invades
My being
And leaves my soul
Filled
With wonder
26/09/1998
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