I must away and on a journey go
I must away and on a journey goOut to where the world breathes easyFar from this muddling bustling thingI so […]
Journey
I walk a lonely path
From nothing I cameAnd to nothing will I returnBetween these an eternal agony of existingBearing me onwardTowards oblivionA nobody I
I Started Seeing Skeletons
I started seeing skeletons on the street the other dayNot clean, clinical, comical, classroom onesBut stinking, putrid corpses where rotting
Awkward comes the day
Awkward comes the dayWhen we must partAnd on our lonely pathsWeary journey forth
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Across the plain the pilgrims comeGod’s mercy to receiveBefore them majestic liesCathedral, mystic placeMan builtA house of wonder and prayerOf
Slow silent flows the river
Slow silent flows the riverPast willow, rush and grassMountain bornSnow fedAged nowSilt ladenMeandering, turgidGiving of its beingAs it passesHeading onwardsTowards
An ending we have in darkness
An ending we have in darknessAnd a beginning.’Twixt theseAn emptiness of pain.
Go not sad
Go not sad into that endless nightBut know that I live in youIn those dark, warm recesses of your heartAnd