Don't Tell Anyone

...he had something to show me. Something to try...

A kid named Eddie

a twisted child and his refrigerator.

Lament for Ian Curtis

Lament for Ian Curtis Your ghostly portrait on my wall. My best friend. But I never knew you at all. The pensive sorrow in your eyes. Gone for thirty years . How quickly time flys.

Race (direct issue of racism)

Learn my views on todays so called democratic world

Better late than never

It’s always said...

Birth Of Evil

Expierence the birth of pure dripping evil in a for which no man could resist to see

For Keith

I grieved and wept for days, Summoning the spirit of Keith, Somehow I believed he just slept in his coffin, The sunflowers bobbed meekly against my knees, The awe of his passing,
Cherry

Green Shoots

...of recovery.

Barrowland

Hope this doesn't qualify as a foreign language poem.

Woodworm

no great insight here.

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