I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
I gather kindling of compulsion
shavings of cravings...
Stop your dreaming you have no time to dream.
Discard your fantasies...
I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...
Gone the age of the innocent
Taken near on seven decades to get me here...
The adversary... smothers,
in an ever thickening shell...
If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself...
Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...
I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...
Life's Bitter Harvest
time...
Stream gushing forth
In the heartless summer breeze...