The easterly gale blows hard
Robbing baby birds from nests
Falling from Mothers breast
Tumbling downwards to death
Tag Archives: death
Thoughts at a Funeral
Silence breaks sharply
As the church bells ring loud
This loss of a great life
Shan’t have been allowed
The Angels have claimed her
In a swift robbing of graves
Though I know of no real God
I plainly hope she’s been saved
Spring Casualties
Baby birds falling
From perches set up too high
Cruel circle of life
Ode To An Angel
Oh Jen you are to me
More special than could be
I proudly call you family
As you’ve treated me so kindly
My thoughts are with you now
At this time which is so hard
Stretch your wings out ‘mongst dark
To rise up and shine far above
Oh Jen you truly are
An Angel through and through
You’ve filled my life with joy
All my love I give to you
So hark, Angel don’t cry
Your Kids live on for you
We’ll dedicate all of our lives
To you whom we love – it’s true
Hit the Wall
Just can’t ditch the feeling
Of being haunted by a ghost
Her name is everywhere I look
Especially amongst fences of Rose
In March this town took her life
Or maybe she took her own
But now she’s everywhere I wander
Lining all paths I choose to go
Now I’m home she’s amongst me
Consuming all hopes and dreams
A parasite that remains silent
Lingering between torn seams
If she could say one thing to me
I know it would be “go to hell”
Seems she’s already dragged me there
Shit, it’s making my mind so unwell
So Shannon if you’re out there
Watching me high with spite
Please release me from this fear
And for us let me live this life
Evolution ramble
Mindlessly watching some documentary
typical archaeological recap of evolution
I’ve seen this shit a thousand times
Ice Age, Coldness, Hairy proto-humans
I’ve studied it like my life depended
on the discovery of Neanderthal bones
Reconstructions provide anatomical accuracy
evidence that can truly confirm – Yes,
My life has literally depended
on the death of another species
I Feel Ya, Buddy
No,
You don’t get a say
In a manic depressive’s ways
Until you’ve been to
The End’s of the Earth
Completely lost at sea
Drowned, hurled back in
Then torn apart at the seams
Once you’ve come back to rest
And you breech, gasp for air
A whip-lash kick to the teeth
Will send you spiraling back there.
To the midst of the soul-crushing depression
That laps, pants and drools.
It peels back your skin
Vicious claws used as tools.
Picking epidermis
piece
by
piece
In such a way, you would rue
That sick twisted day
In which this demon itself
Chose its possession
To be you.