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


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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)


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)


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)



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)