How long this, the dawn A promise sure to be broken This sun at zenith perched Of high despair at noon How long this, the twilight A grim reminder of fail What keeps me up this night So sleepless and tormented This presumed sense of worth And future sure but dead How long the final slumber This blackness everywhere Away with these cuffs This thought of without it Poised at the edge of forever I leap into the nowhere
Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
Every day, for every day when you start your day Look towards Jesus and give Him praise, endless praise Praise to Jesus for His love freely, perfectly given Praise to His glory, His power and mercy Praise to one day
I’m happy for a friend like you, One who is very special and true. Decades ago from the day we met, Your friendship is a treasure I can bet. Your nature is polite and smile beautiful, For your inspiring words
The boys are bathing in the river, The scene I will forget never, They are jumping and playing in the water, It is a joy forever. Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them, They are breaking those in
Forever Pain seems like a beautiful concept, as I sit contemplating your demise. I gazed into eyes constantly deceitful in nature, I guess that would explain you ignorant behavior. Love seem like it would last forever, but thoughts of selfishness
I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the