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I am the tree the forest forgot

I am the tree the forest forgot

Published by Adrian North on 20 April 2021

I am the tree the forest forgot
Neither flowering nor fruiting
Forever failing and forlorn
Never reaching heavenward
But stunted standing
Suffocating in shadow and in sadness

I am the breeze the storm engulfed
In silence shackled
Stilled, suppressed
My quiet cry submerged
Forever censored,
By tempests’ callous cruelty

I am the trail the road removed
My history hidden
My hopes inhumed
Those who have walked my path
Lost to this witless world
While I wearied wane
Waiting wretched for my death

20/04/2021

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I Walk A Lonely Path
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Traitor

Traitor

Published by Adrian North on 22 October 2018

I am a traitor to my race.
I have betrayed their trust.
Because they are a people of hate
And I a person of love.

They wanted me to hate
Hate my fellow man.
And yet I love you
And thus conspired against mankind.

When will they find me
And expose me for what I am?
But yet I cannot hate you
No matter what they do.

And are you also a betrayer
Or are you just like them?
Oh, I’ll give my love to you
But will you do the same thing too?

13/01/1990

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Why?
We live in a world

We live in a world

Published by Adrian North on 10 September 2018

We live in a world of narrow minds,
Of bigotry, of hypocrisy and of injustice.
We close our ears to others righteous cries
For justice, for decency and for freedom.
Because it doesn’t suit us,
It doesn’t fit in with our plans.
And yet when we ourselves are wronged
Is it not we who scream the loudest,
Rage the most about the wrongness of it all?
And then we stand momentarily for what is right,
Like a wave stands upon the shore,
Transitory, for one fleeting moment.
Then we add our loud, indignant voice
To that of the roaring multitude.
Then we do what is right, as it suits us,
When it is in our interests
And then it is gone, eluding even a memory
And we return to our comfortable prejudices,
To our lies and our unreasoning beliefs
Whilst outside the people suffer still.

13/01/1990

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A Passionate Love

A Passionate Love

Published by Adrian North on 7 September 2018

And in this time of loneliness,
My thoughts they rest on you,
And then my wandering mind returns
To everything you say and everything you do.

How lost I am without you,
How joyless am I here on my own.
And yet I must of needs go on,
As I carry this burden alone.

And when I lay me down to rest
And close these weary eyes.
It is you I see in the darkness,
For you are where my heart lies.

And as I go through this time alone,
I know that you have not left me.
For you are safely locked in my heart,
And you have set me free

18/09/2000

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A Knife

A Knife

Published by Adrian North on 28 August 2018

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 as pain
Steel spine
Cold against my skin
Raising hairs
On my naked arm
Handle of southern Tamboti wood
Red lined
Colour of dried blood, satin smooth
Fragrant spice perfume
Rich to my nostrils,
Warm, sensuous, sinuous,
Like an old lover
Lightly lying in my hand
Oh how I long
To release your gift
And with that favour
Release my own11/02/2017

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Alone

Alone

Published by Adrian North on 20 August 2018

Tomorrow brings another day
Alone, world weary, without hope.
My cares lie heavy,
My thoughts in turmoil, torment me.
Another day without you I suffer.
My sorrow fills my aching heart.
My cup of loneliness overflows.
I call out your name,
Silence answers me,
It’s repression surrounds me,
Darkness enfolds me,
In the distance a light I see,
Could it be my salvation?

15/05/1990

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I am just

I am just

Published by Adrian North on 13 August 2018

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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