Shadowbrother

I've taken to running at unearthly hours to see what transpires while normal men snore These jaunts that I make while decidedly funny have given me cause to consider the law Assuming permission to amble quite freely and hoping this right is inferred, not expressed I see no contention with reas'nable basis to stop me from jogging as long as i'm dressed A friend of mine told me it's legal in some parts for p'lice to arrest with- -out saying a word. Though one would assume that in civilised countries a riot would start from a thing so absurd Right now I have fallen straight into a garden and crushing the scrub I get ba

When writing a poem, you mustn't fret, Don't think about things that you mustn't forget, Instead, find a line (one you like very much), And fill all the gaps in with 'mustn't's and such. A poem, you see, is a lot like a friend, The type you can weather, and on whom depend. Metaphorically speaking it's also a boat; A tenuous one that needs rhythm to float. A simile, too, makes a nice little change, A comparison between the real and the strange, But one is enough in each poem, mind you, Since a surplus can tend to nudge meaning askew. "Is rhyming required?" You might hear some ask, The answer is "No!" but it easily masks All the u

Sometimes you're just there, waiting. Sometimes you're not. But searching for you makes me realise how often the latter is the case. You hold the key to my failings, the source of my creation, and guard it zealously. Inspired, I scrawl a note, ecstatic. Only to lose it. Finding it months later, giving me the impetus to begin again, to try once more, Your fleeting visit marked only by a keen few, trolling the tubes, abed in a storm. Then, you leave for good. Only to be replaced. Your double, however antipodious, my Muse en Lieu, the Vandrich corporeal. Pouring into me with that which you bring so infrequently, so irregularly. Then,

The day seems somehow fitting. Tears go unnoticed in the rain. As you would have them, noone is crying. In fact a lot of them are cheerful, if sombre. The time was right. The place, less than one might hope for, but not unwelcome. An acceptable end to an extraordinary life. I never knew you properly. Your silence marked by smiles and glances. A wealth of wisdom hidden behind an unmovable shell. But yet I learned so much from you. It was your time, that you knew. We saw it coming, and our hearts were stilled. I know, for you, it is a release of unimaginable magnitude, and I hope everyone can see it as such. I hope that through your life the

Once I met you We lingered together Lived a lifetime in seconds And you were gone Once I loved you At first glance I knew We were meant to be And you were mine for that time Once we embraced Tenderly kissed in secret Alone but unafraid Knowing we had each other Once we were taken in Others who wanted us They kept us safe and warm And we were ne'er apart Once the memories ingrained My heart will never forget You left not because of hurt But because of reality Once I woke up Realised that you were gone That only in my dreams do I find love That we will never truly be Once I loved Though noone knew it The one I cried fo

It all started out so well We had each other And that was enough All our problems whisked away By the winds on the path of life We cared not what was spent And spent all that we cared But time, the eternal foe of mankind Weathered our foundations Carrying away memories One by one, 'til all we had Was a shade of what once was And I am all to blame. I search for another like you But there are none to be found The sheer eloquence of your love Unmatched by those I find We could have been something more Had I not wanted everything That which I found is now gone And In the process, I lost you Your wit could have pierced her hea

Standing on the grass-covered slope. The ocean far below. The incline slips away quickly. A dangerous precipice for those not on their guard. He wipes his eye. Not looking at those beside him. They sit there, oblivious to his pain. He feels the cut on his brow, and the quickly swelling cheek. Another tear rolls down face of the ruined young man. He longs to tell them all, about his weakness. The shame he must bear, and the way he tries to beat it out. His shaking hands drop his backpack, he ignores the thud. He turns and walks away from his companions. Slowly stepping his way out of their sight. Out of their thought. Out of the