Solitary dreams
Pale vapours inodore.
Isolated screams
Lost within the lore
Of these lost times.
Solitary dreams
A chime in a dead man's room.
And so does it seem
This whole world within a tomb
In these lost times.
Solitary dreams
Need a real mountain to echo.
And silent deadly streams
Are all I seem to know.
In these lost times.
Solitary dreams.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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