I whisper you stories / without an end / hoping the anticipation / will keep you hanging, on
My Tears Are Your Rain
Written during a rain storm in which I imagined that the rain was a sad woman weeping for the one she left behind.
A poem about leaves falling in the rain.
Have you ever watched a young person die?
Have you ever watched a young person die? / Watched them go by inches? / Way before their time?
road train blues
I marveled at the frozen zit / hardened by fridge and formaldehyde…
BETWEEN DEATH & LIFE
Within the silence / Between death and life…
this is the end / to all pain / to all torment / to all attempts / to everything
Drown Me part 3
I felt safe with my life in the hands of the girl I love. I could feel the tiny bubbles of air drifting from my nostrils to the surface and…
The Eternity of Dreams
The almighty and final nothingness / The quietus of our soul
Dear God… / Today is the the day…
My tears fell. That was something new / For I hadn’t shed one tear for you / Speaking to me from beyond the grave / Asking forgiveness, you…
Remember / The backs of the tallest people / Brown trees towering in a shroud of black / Leaves seen as the coarse black curls of hair / Fe…
Her Death is His to Come
To catch the fear / The lonesomeness / The idle hearts / Are broken in sorrow / Deepened wounds / With tearful / Dread / And torrents / Ble…
The Sound Of Heaven
I’ve carried you this far, my Love, watched your colours fade… I lay you down upon the grass as seas below us rage. Your hand f…
Standing in the sand thinking…
Morning day / Soft light / Earth, water, sky / Pirate ship / Soft sail / In the corner / of his eye / If you blink / You might miss it /…
In Sad Remembrance …
1969 – the summer of love / he sat down beside me on that hot afternoon / the sun streaming and the birds alight in the bushes / a st…
Death is a Lady
A mere mortal like me, / Will never be free, / Of my Lady’s glacial burning embrace!
Cold chrysanthemums, / dead and dried, thin / and crisped by my thumb / into a fine silken powder; / the sooty remains of you / cling to my…
Wrinkled Bark Against the Cold
Wrinkled bark against the cold / Roots long, thick and old / Drive deep into the bedrock
Sometimes you find yourself / balancing on lines too weak / to carry your weight. / And you’re well aware of this / but you keep tiptoe…
“The Beauty of Death”
Death is feared / But why fear death? / Death is just another stage in life
[cool wall of death]
With my ear pressed against / the cool wall of death, / a hugging calm / settles over my body. / You all stand around / looking / full of f…
I Shot a Wombat
He sat still, willing the end / A single shot (I am pleased I had practiced)
Time to Die
I have this pain far inside, / And I continue to ask, why? / There is a voice calling to me, / I feel its’ time to die. . . .
I think of you / As the wet line on a wall / A trail leading ever downwards / You plummet / Me / The watery dot / The tear / Drop / Into …
Ode to the Moon
Oh Moon, my Moon, / tripping the sky, / slash me with thy wicked tongue— / teach me, make me fly! / Oh Moon, my Moon, / with thy burn…
Those arms that have held me steady / Guidance disintegrating / into blood dust / Lifted on a transient wind…
“Tomorrow, when you die, I / won’t be there.”
All beauty dies unless it’s captured at its peak / and, in the ways of man, then made immortal.
I am not an artist
My thumbs are not broken. / I do not worship your body. / I do not worship my death.
A poem to celebrate autumn
“Sometimes Life A Bitch”`
They always manage to find a path again to give home to their soles / That lies on no road / But on highways that float above the clouds…
Why is it that sorrow can resurface in the blink of an eye, when you least expect, and your heart breaks all over again. I heard a song on …
death of my lover
Sleep now my love in peace tonight / Do not fear me. / My fangs harm you no longer. / I fed from you but now I’m full. / Your sweet beauty …
my love for you is born a thousand, dies a thousand deaths each time you open your sleepy hollow eyes.
The Captured Escape
The eye’s lens inverted / The spirit awakes / The shattering happens. / The "captured’ escape
Big mouth never closes, / gulping air to chew the words— / hole in my face gapes open, / a nest of chattering birds. / Spittle runs b…
Path to Eternity
if not you, Lord… / Divine spirit / devine God / sacred firm / strengthen / merciful savior / you would not hand us conscientiously o…
Just Waiting To Reach For Heaven
Never opposed, / A singular thought is clear. / Wondering out loud just why it is that we’re here?
we all have a destination / that has not and will never be revealed / we take that final walk alone
THE PASSING ~ A Poem of Comfort
Every man has a different notion of life and of its passing - / For some it is a splendid voyage full of precious memory, / intended to be …
Answering A Young Heart
There is a part of me that wants to answer my heart’s own questions. / Like, / ” What will happen when I beat for the last time?” / I want …
THERE IS A TREMBLING OF THE HEART
There is a trembling / of the heart that comes / in the presence of birth, / or death, / or a pure soul:
The Heart in the Machine.
His mind hard as a diamond / a killing machine with no flaws. / If the rich men said you had to go / he’d kill you for the caus…
A memory, a glance away…
I am the here, the now / What I am is everything / Yet it is nothing……
Leaving to Love
An ode to Robin Fortin / Our most naked sense / ‘touched’ so… / … little we know
Farewell Sweet Prince
The circle of life calls yet another friend home / whilst in my arms ~ to inspire an ode in poem / Like threading rope through the eye of a…
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