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Dreaming

Sometimes dreams are so real...

Shot at Dawn.

Many of the atrocities of the first world war have faded into history, this typical of the many extremely young men shot at dawn, who in general had suffered the effects of many a horrific battle, were, sick, cold, hungry tired and terrified, seeing their comrades bombed, gassed and cut to ribbons, many lied about their age to fight for King and country, found themselves frozen by fatigue and fear and were charged with cowardice, and within a day without legal representation found guilt and hastily shot at dawn by their comrades. Since I wrote this so many years ago, these brave young men have received a pardon and a memorial erected in their name.

dark fragrance

a twilight love...

Almost Drowning

*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).

Ankara II

Another Ankara poem

Empire

Somehow one day I will figure this out Why everything I have worked for has fallen down Walls that I built

After Death

Its not just broken pieces I have picked up from the floor Its my passions, its all my desires that have fallen Its more than disappointments that ha

My foolish Dad

When I was a teenager,at the point of my dad's last hour ...we came to know he got married(secretly) a few weeks before he had a stroke. Before that when I was twelve ,he went to India ,got married and begot a son,his mother,brothers and sisters denied everything up to his last breath! He was in coma when we saw him with a young lady beside him ...We are still the outcast thou my mum was the legal wife. They and his friends were the cause of my broken family ! I'm bitter coz he was such a good man thou foolhardly! One of the deepest shame and secret of my life revealed. I'm cleaning my life closet. Drinking was his main demon. I Dont touch it ,maybe once in a year or not.

As The Bell Struck High Noon

Was so long ago, lost in the mists of time Barely remember it, I must be getting old But one thing I do know, should not have happened Time heals all wounds, maybe even this one She came from, no-one knew where Settled down here, like a prince

Rambling

Rambling thoughts.....

~Haiku~ Taken Flight

Prevailing and Trade Winds blow Ever engulfing above and below hemisphere split Amidst mercury now in reform ~Bentlee~

someone

someone told me the light was gone, no hopes, no dreams, no rhyme or reason, only sorrow lingered. i asked someone to tell me why, the sky was dark and the fear was thick only sorrow lingered. someone told me the joy was gone, the loneline

Sunday week at 2pm

Bit tongue in cheek, but there you have it

Surf

5am.. I take my board and smell the sky the tide swims round the breeze a spell and says goodbye the initial hit of cold and salt gives way to sound I think of you and your eyes of dew fall on my ground and all the stuff we shar

Red spring

I was going to write some other poem about the spring i love so much...but i cannot do it now... my brain is completely blocked.........

the anti . . . Christ

denomination of souls fouled of reaped putridness carried by scar stained eyes in a bloodied bath of quest to dark prosper all mankind with a stroke of a black brush of defiant deed . . . . . . . for whence he arrives amassed n

~Solipsistic~

~Solipsistic~

I will kill you!

life is precious!

Shut Up..!!!

Rant over...Feel loads better...

Bitter

Originally inspired by a Blind Melon song and the old tootsie roll pop commercial" Excuse me Mr Owl but how many licks does it take to get to the middle of a Tootsie Pop ?" http://youtu.be/LZ0epRjfGLw

This Ghastly Depression

Different direction for a change

The game

I'm living in a childish game, I'm like a puppet without a name. Soon your gonna pull my strings, then the magic show begins. Take a seat one and all, see me about to crumble & fall. my hands and feet are on display. Doing at will, at your dismay

tortured hearts

I love you who is unkind to me selfish one who has me not in his thoughts, feelings unwelcomed to man from heart against both, i fought. I love you who hurts me so sword in hand against me you strike i fall to rise, to cradle you i feel

Bring Out Your Dead

Gossamer sails on boat of skulls Sailing on the river of the dead Beneath waters wide open mouths Silently screaming their agonies Bony fingers claw at the boat Desperate to reclaim life But uncaring the boat sails on Onwards to our destinatio

Hallway ...

A Dream ...

Fear of the Dark

Fear not,,....

A Man

Deep thinking and contemplation today.

Bride of thanatos

We all want something beautiful.....

My sorrow (5 7 5)

Just been thinking lately. Thanks for all your reads and comments.

Surreal Poem

Was it a dream?

Contemporary Hook Up

Was is just a mirage?

Text from my deceased wife

Bar song

New stuff...

Waking dreams

Woke up with these strange images and a deep sad feeling...wrote it down before it dissapeared in the daily grind...

Life Is A Masquerade

Have to write something dark once in a while

Viking Plunder

The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell Silently they landed, ferocious was

I Killer

Really dark I know, I just wrote what came to me.

In A Dream

I dared to dream once,of the magic of stars and dancing shadows in the moon lit night.The infamous regale steed carrying the man of my dreams, only to awaken and all take flight.The joy of my miss spent youth is but a fading memory now. It leaves me

Shadow of a tear

Been a minute...miss you all

Unsolved

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Gothic Romance

In a state of high excitement she prepared for the Gothic party Dressed in jet black from head to toe with nails and lips shining black Arriving at the Gothic mansion a shiver ran down her spine evil gargoyles grinned at her seeming ready to