And as the rain came down
I sat
and felt
the changes
come
the ages
rinsing
over
me
I sat
and saw
exchange
of sun
for rages
rushing
up to
see
I sat
and cried
and rain came down
how strange
for one
with pages
still to
see.
September 29, 2006 - Poem about Fear
September 12, 2005 - Poem about Fear
Old Friend Doubt.
I made a mistake.
This isn’t my life after all.
They said; ‘life’s what you make it’
but that’s just not true.
I would never admit defeat,
but must own up to some conceit -
I thought the world was there to take,
thought the earth was mine
beneath my feet.
But now come whisperings,
thoughts I should probably heed -
responsibilities and tripping points
like nine tenth icebergs,
cold and waiting underneath for me.
Yes, I’ll now admit to my mistake -
at least that’s one choice
I alone can make.
September 1, 2005 - Poem about Fear, Humanity, Flesh & Bone
Numb Again.
What they had is gone,
And all I feel is blankness.
Numbed like some medicated fool
Avoiding their wretched reality.
It’s not indifference or avoidance though -
I suspect it to be more a kind of odd guilt,
Like a fog that pities the landscape
But nonetheless must smother the light below.
Something IS there, but must not be seen,
Something is aware, but nust not be known.
All they had is gone and I’m numb again.
With hollowness, with vague intent
Writing to you under
Postcard-dry skies.
What else can
I do?