solitary death

alone, yesterday
wishing, tomorrow
acting, today
unknown, sorrow

alone
yesterday wishing
tomorrow acting
today, unknown sorrow

alone yesterday, wishing
tomorrow acting
today unknown
sorrow

©2005 Hey Hey

Pain,pain....so much pain...and I can FEEL it.
Great write.

requires alcoanalganesthesia 3 times a day for ever

I love your poetry, and I daresay I understand it, as I live it too, as you.

Thank you so much, for everything. I'm so glad you are here.

It is all so hard for some of us, for me, for you, for that particular Unknown just now, who is known... and loved.

It is good we are together here; this is a good place, despite the best/worst efforts of many over many years to destroy us: they have failed. We are succeeding, we fragile ones armed only with our wounds, our poetry our pain.

The world has gone mad, led into the belly of the beast by the warmongering criminal Bush... catastrophe slowly unfolds... but you and I write poetry which really means something. The intimate and articulate expression of human experience, this profound and empathic sharing, truly means something; it connects, it heals, it brings us together, even now.

Thank you, my friend, our friend. Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt!

Much love to you, always,

+Stevie

"friend" says all i need to know.