This a collection of my poetry from about 1970 through to 1990.
JOURNEYS OF DEATH
STIRRING WORDS, WORLDS, MIXTURE OF LIFE
STANDING SILENTLY ON THE PATHS,
NOISES SCATTERING OVERHEAD.
A PATH IN APATH ON A PATH
HAS NO DIRECTION AND EVERYONE,
IF STANDING STILL,WITHOUT MOTION
IS THE SAME AS GOING SOMEWHERE.
WHERE WILL I BE WHEN
DARKNESS CLAIMS THIS LAND.
BURSTS OF FIRE, DANCING LIGHT
IN THE AURA MOON OF MORN,
SLEEPING IS ENDLESS, LONELY
FOR HE WHO KNOWS NOT WHEN
HIS JOURNEY IS ENDED.
EN PASSANT
WHENCE FLOWN FROM THE DAWN
FROM DISTANT CULTS, FUTURED, DAMNED
IN ETERNITY TO WANDER, IN STREAMS ,POOLS,
PAWNS,
IN A GAME THAT CANNOT END.
FLOWING WITHIN A CUSP OF DARK;
YOU CALLED FROM SLEEPY EYES
AND AWOKE.
MORNING CAME, WENT, PULSED ON,
WICKER LAMPS GLOWED FEEBLY SETTLING ON
THE PAST.
INFANT LOVE SHUDDERED, BEGAN, DAMNED INSELF
FORLOSS OF FEELING EASILY MAINTANED,
YET BLOSSOMED.
YOU'VE COME AND GONE, IT WAS GOOD
BUT STOLEN IS A PART OF PAST TO CONTINUE ON
IN MEMORIES.
SILENCE IN STORMS THAT RUN WILD IN THE DAWN,
FLOWING ENDLESSLY TO A STAR SPECKED BEACH.
AN OCEAN STANDS STILL, AWAITING RETURN OF TODAY;
FLICKERING FORTH, JETS FROTH, A VORTEX IS CREATED;
HUMBLY OPENING IT'S DOORS.
WHENCE CAME THE BEASTS OF FEAR
TO CRAWL ALONG THE CORRIDORS OF MIND
DWELLING IN THE HOUSE OF MEN.
SEARCHES, SCATTERED AMONGST THE STONES,
CLIFFS HANGING ABOVE THE EARTH
TO FALL IN AGE.
SILENCE IN STORMS THAT RUN THROUGH THE DOOR,
LIGHTED BY AN OBLONG, PALE MOON.
TODAY HAS COME TO CLAIM IT'S REWARD;
LUMINESCENT TREES GLITTER IN DEW;
SHADOWS PASSING BENEATH.