sketch pad

meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi


Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams

(1996)

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Regards

Sonnet

As oft’ upon

Your solemn face

I chance my luck

To look,

I see there

Deep within your eyes

An unknown path, raretrod:

And through the growth,

So dark and tangled,

There I glimpse

Your soul.

I drop my gaze,

Though loathe to do,

For fear

That you should

See so far

And catch a glance

Of my fired heart

As the flames reach out

To you.


(5th Nov ‘92)

Time goes on, passing;

Life keeps on, changing;

Leaving behind

Vague remnants of friendships,

Treasure the few that survive.

Mine’s but a ghost,

Our time’s at an end.

I’ll miss you it’s true

But what can I do?


(Dec ‘92)

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Child of Darkness

Child of Darkness,

Woes untold,

Hidden in shadows,

Cruel to behold.

Fear the sight,

The pain ingrained,

Into the soul

Of a defenceless child.


(23rd Feb ‘92)


Loneliness

T’was solitude,

Was ’t not?

‘T broke y’re fi’ry heart,

Instilled in y’re cracks ‘n’ crannies

The devil of depression.


(Spring ‘92)

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Aged

I’m growing old,

My steps, they falter,

My wearied limbs seek rest.

Tired, strained, but not yet broken,

I frailly look back.

I stop, look ‘round,

Take in…


(17th Feb ‘92)