Nurse’s tale

Later that day an entire night ensued,
Passes away was he a night long endured,
Though known his mistakes what tale to take,
So far unending his breach of heart was all too fake,
Was twice at home and thrice alone,
As always remained only his phone,
But weeps his heart such silence fought,
Could not dare utter the dreams he sought,
The sun still shone but bitter departing,
Another to draw; his poison yet so darting,
An hour what remains his minutes to complain,
The age he leaves what scars remain,
Here far his road from home yet simple to follow,
Though could never return such feelings so hollow,
Ere just his eyes were closed no motion too soon,
Hears a ring daring to answer if not a boon,
Ere the nurse rang he could only sigh and swallow,
Though she knows not all is ended nor to wallow,
Asks what he wants most of all, knowing not his state,
Whispers at the phone some silent comment to fate:
That despite my life so low this pressure,
Can only ask for love to assure,
But soon he passes from sleep too deep,
Alas was once the darkness invited to seep.

Mine Ester Brewed

Who could not foresee but light so grown,
Indeed had given more this better morn,
And just as I thought the sun would rise,
The eves of light had slowly wrung to size,
Or not so shall I spell the end I yonder bore,
Nor brought to hue these silent steps before,
Whence would rise from ash and declare me man,
Whose bitter taste and spoilt soil dare to fan,
His heart as fought as he would never entail,
Mine art so fair and dear could never wail.
But if I would, my life can never be done,
So that I say there’s my life more than sung. Read More


For this fellow yearned to read,
Through every page his life took to lead,
A single word only a single breath he made,
Eyes that curdled from light thus to fade,
A distant memory once known flows to past,
With every line moved his soul so fast,
Worlds once known, too few to remember,
Some single passage, like a gate he enters,
A markéd man who bore life’s cruellest chores,
But still he walks knowing life’s better sores, Read More


There’s a loudspeaker in my head,
I’ll draw a circle through the sky,
Mine eyes stealing more eyes to see,
My silence corrupt and so, so cruel,
I’ll walk away into the deafening dark,
This mind that talks, these voices go,
No world is greater comfort than mine,
A step to take but an echo miles away,
For a moment before me everyone went,
For a minute just nothing but a pause,
A loudspeaker is all I need: a voice,
Give me hundreds and who would listen?
Smiles around but nothing behind,
The light that has lost its touch,
I’d rather wander through abyss alone,
A loudspeaker in my head is yelling,
Who curls up through the deepest woods,
Who looks up to the moon and sees nawt,
Sees himself within the dark: recoils.

Man’s musest isle

Here my deigns so struck but isn’t one too soon,
Who would be man but without their torments,
This walking dead that we call life,
I’m not light nor am I so dark,
Isn’t the sun too bright I’ll dim for a while,
Isn’t the moon too dark but I too am darker,
No, just walk along and I’ll be day.
My wrists twisted from words and ill thought,
This soothing sound of inner realm unheard,
Provide me reason to give you a thought too low,
All the moons destroyed and I alone,
A sun bearing but small flame is mine,
This simple blessing so easy to take,
Yet so easy to forget, let me sigh and drink,
Then slowly thought again that then became him man.

And never

From a slow night he thought to wander,
Was all but thoughts his heart to race,
Thus with little only brought to wonder,
And never faster, and never sought at pace,
Cast away a faint shadow of him borrowed,
And never dims to fall, but only besought,
A flesh that breeches a darkling burrowed,
Sang of past and present and future sought,
He’ll think for the paths he took again,
Nor mirror to tell neither a fool to get,
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Noble Man – IV

In the while I was living was near,
A subtle word spoken but not found,
Single steps taken but thus far gone,
But then it came to me in single sleep,
A figure ne in clouds nor by light,
Was There; was Here; Ephereal, Silent;
Do I not say His Name and not tremble?
And He knows all the pain I had went through,
And He hears all the words I never spoke,
That shall my erst clipped wings be made again,
That neither redbull nor coke can restore,
Walks through the several rooms world-laden,
Each and ev’ry eth’real metre thought,
Then His hopes and dreams me long sought,
Ne not His presence was my fear described,
He dances through, reappearing all round,
My head dazzled by neither logic nor spark,
How can I live a life so simple, free?

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