The Passing Deities
Remember dreams. You lived and died. Recall the demons charging you. If it were not for deities, You’d doubt your...
Alone Among…
Alone among a thousand more ~ a flash of what once was takes hold ~ I smile as memories ensure ~ I cherish all the...
By The Grace Of God
By the grace of god I fell ~ upon the scarred and bloody stone ~ into your eyes, into your arms ~ I cannot do this on...
I am – whuh?
I am me ~ who was, will be ~ But wait – that doesn’t make much sense. For who am I? ~ Or was or were ~ or...
Marble Desk
Those dark old times ~ At a marble desk ~ And yet my thoughts ~ Tell me I was blessed ~ Tweeted By Shane Ferguson On...
Her Hair Dances
To see her hair dance in the wind ~ To steal a glance, we are but friends ~ Shy, oh joy, of youthful whim ~ I lose...
Coast Of Ireland
On the coast of Ireland lies ~ A hill, which on it sits a home ~ Where many years I laughed and cried ~ But now, alas,...
Minus Three
Poor Jenny died aged minus three short months away from being free into the arms of broken youths who lost their...
Billboard
Along Beckets by the salty air, where cyclists weave in and out. She stood, enchanted – without a care. By the...
Prologue: Adventus Messor
A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. Darkness. In memory. Alone I lie upon a bed. I question is this...
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