What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
