David Haviland

This is still a work in progress, the kernel of an idea, but if I don’t start and get this out it will gnaw at me.

Who would ever want to be the last man standing?
The cause is lost but still you stop the war from ending!

Who would want to be the last of a dying breed?
That one, the only that stops the…

My home is in the country, it stands upon a hill
I blew in on the wind, and I stay here still
The years have come, and the years have gone
Green has turned to brown
My life has passed but s…

Went to bed amongst the quiet
With a start I heard the riot
Eyes wide open and aware
To every sound I did scare
As the noises had caught me napping
How I did not hear the raven flapping? …

For many years,
Man tinkered and played,
So I could keep on going.

Every day I continuously ran,
Without a reason or rhyme.

But they were times long ago,
When I was of use to man,
A…

What becomes of a tortured soul,
Uncovered from the past.
Do regrets fade with time,
Or strong enough to last.

What becomes of a tortured soul,
Exposed again to light.
Can the wrongs o…

What do you do when your reason for living has gone?

Darkness is a phone call in the middle of the night

Darkness is a 3 hour car ride

Darkness is sitting in a waiting room

Darkness is thinking the worst

Darkness is not knowing.

The smell of the place hadn’t changed in over 60 years, that awful mixture of stale beer, sweat and cigarette smoke, I should know I have been visiting O’Reilly’s Pub for the majority of my lif…

My world stood still.

Waiting.

Yearning!

No words left,
except those unspoken.

"I never got to say goodbye"

Distant light on the horizon, darkness still below. Lightsuddenly hits the tallest peak and previously unseen contours spring to life, the earth awakes. Ridgelines appear like waves crashing in…

Inspired by the play of light on water.

Two kings held court by the river wide,
Within their kingdoms of green.
As time did pass, man tainted the land,
Water covered as far as could be seen.

But nature did grieve for those king…

2 kings did hold court by the river wide
With their lands laid out around them
As time did pass, mans hand fell upon the land
And swallowed the kingdoms in water

But nature did grieve for…

Under a painted sky
I did spend the last days
With stories of old
As my only company
Who will remember me
When at last I pass
Will my story continue
Or be lost
Under a painted sky

One Planet, One Home, One Hope,

The story began in days of old,
when gods walked amongst us.

An esperiment in trying to capture the essence of summer.