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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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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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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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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A Room
A room
A crowd
A silence
Possesses me
Alone I sit
But surrounded
Encased in humanity
And I am afraid
Of what?
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In the silence of summer standing
In the silence of summer standing
Alone with you
Within these green walls
Of forest quiet
With our remembrances
Of life and love
And being
Within the universe
14/11/1997
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Unhinged the Night
Unhinged
The night
Full fear
Dark dreams
Black
Foreboding
Ghosts
Memories
Haunting me,
Hunting me
And I run
Fleeing
From these miseries
And bury myself
Within the hidden folds of my dread
27/11/1999
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I Started Seeing Skeletons
I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Not clean, clinical, comical, classroom ones But stinking, putrid corpses where rotting corrupted flesh Hangs in stinking, putrid strips The puss of a thousand dreadful sins dripping in their wake I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Their hollow vacant eyes hiding hollow vacant lies Hiding evil done and good undone Inhaling hypocrisy, exhaling insincerity As they crawl through painted gilded lives I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Where faces were, bigotry remains Where hands were now deception lingers What once was flesh is now duplicity Arrogance like skin wears them well I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Smelling their lust, their greed, their fear As I walked among these living rancid dead One with them, part of them A fallen soul in a fallen world I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day
08/02/2017
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From Inside
So many fears Ripping me apart Voices in my head Driving me insane Pain Hitting me like rain Keep it inside Smile at distant faces No-one comes near Only fear Isolation No Emotion Mask your true identity Bluff your way through All you see is red Like blood No-one cares No-one dares Struggle, struggle without end Slowly die, drain away Only empty shell remains Blown easily on the wind What a mess Early death No-one holds funeral Who'll mourn Fear torn Wreck that you are Silent strain Silent pain Insanity within insanity Madness out of bounds Drive dies So do I No caress No rest Say goodbye to the outside world Say goodbye to tomorrow Only yesterday Yesterday never leaves Say goodbye Hello pain Confusion, confusion, confusion Mix up in time Future, Present, Past Cannot last Death comes fast Oh to cease breathing
14/12/1983
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For You
The radio plays
Gently in the background
Of my life.
The light throws dim shadows
Onto the dreary walls
Of my room.
It is so cold here now
Without you.
You have left an emptiness
That nothing fills.
An icy silence
Of nothing heard
Except my breathing
Harsh and halting.
The hours are long,
Time creeps past.
The hands of the clock
On the wall
Are resistant
To my will,
They are persistent
In their motionlessness.
I fill my life with boredom
And remembrances.
I warm my spiritless heart
With tales of happier days
And wait in frighted hope.
For you.
12/07/1990
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