What Remains?

What is it that remains?
When the less is stripped away…

When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

You Linger

Like a faint wisp of smoke,
Or a letter unread,
Like an itch I can’t get to,
You linger in my head…

When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

Forever Song

It seems like so long ago,
Since hallowed earth,
Robed you in finality…

You Linger

Like a faint wisp of smoke,
Or a letter unread,
Like an itch I can’t get to,
You linger in my head…

What Remains?

What is it that remains?
When the less is stripped away…

My Love Remains

For my love remains,
Weathered but untethered,
Beaten, but yet unbowed,
Saved as if some treasure,
And buried just as deep.

Lost Light

    The smoke hangs like haunted haze Though the fire has been out for days These lingering and languishing fears Astringent to eyes filled with tears   Our little flame burning so bright Has ceased her gift of flickering light Being left without her contagious spark We live in a world a little more … Continue reading

Just Dust

Your love is like dust now,
Just small remnants that remain,
Scattered thoughts and images,
Floating inside my brain.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author