“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
From My Despair (Bodie’s Call)
A clouded night blinds my eyes,
no stars to steer my course.
If not for the crashing waves,
the silence would be deafening
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You Brought Out The Best In Me
I’ll never forget that first kiss
I was lost, but I didn’t know it
I was terrified, but I couldn’t show it
But that kiss
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A Meeting with Death
There I stood, staring death straight in the face…
It was afraid of me!
I had absolutely nothing to lose…
And it too, it had not a single thing to gain
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The Witness
The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
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The Stranger
Late is the hour, a serene night of reading inside
Jump to my feet, a witness to a movement of surprise
Slowly transcending my room of three candles lit
A fateful glance out my window, didn't well sit
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