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The Death of the Immortal

A jagged stone

A burning flame

A tulip slowly wilting


Dark clouds danced through

while the rain sang the most chilling song

The wind blew slowly, silently, sadly

All mourn

for death came where it should not have

The immortal met its end


…and for once

the great finally rested

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Whispers of Immortality

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,
He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
Grishkin is nice: her
Russian eye is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;
The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.

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time walks by and passes through

alone in the world am I

heavy rains pouring in

and age slips through my fingers

I count the days and the moments gone by

wish I could turn back time

take away this curse from me

I want to live and die



I walk, travel — forever in misery

as people pass

yet like the old oak tree, I remain

motionless it seems



I’ve seen it all and want nothing more

than to rest in the fine sand

where they bury the flowers

and remember the years

but instead I am forever locked in this

nothingness of a so-called life


death has never visited me

nor will it ever come

because for every breath of a dying person

I live again and again