End has had its say
(draped in karma)
death is forever,
dying the hole inside.
A life to celebrate
time is near,
time is now
and man must raise its soul
toward gentle thunder
and bloody sunrise.
Aa above
so deep below,
below
'neath the dread box...
©Steven Francis poetry 2016
A new collection of poetry from the skull obsessed mind of Welsh poet Steven Francis. Welcome to the Lord of Bones...
Tuesday 2 August 2016
Friday 10 June 2016
Solitude in Earnest
Down on hands
partners in time, meteorite age infinite miles
and more,
more mad dying
into fade and exits.
Hide sanctuary, a bloody trail of kisses,
carnage made foul
the love that stalked feral as shadows
death passes as we live
I dont see death pass by on way to living
the weeks that fell like cement anchors
Codeine dawn
© Steven Francis poems 2016
partners in time, meteorite age infinite miles
and more,
more mad dying
into fade and exits.
Hide sanctuary, a bloody trail of kisses,
carnage made foul
the love that stalked feral as shadows
death passes as we live
I dont see death pass by on way to living
the weeks that fell like cement anchors
Codeine dawn
© Steven Francis poems 2016
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