Speak, Immortal One, And tell the tale once more in our time. Poetry English Classic and Contemporary.

Out of the night that covers me,. Black as the pit from pole to pole,. I thank whatever gods may be. In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance. My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears. Looms but the Horror of the shade,. And yet the menace of the years.

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Monday, March 14, 2016. The shorter version has been published at the Sydney Morning Herald.

A couple bytes about me. The Ideas of my crazy mind. I Ask Only That You Stand. Because Words and Sticks are Different but So Very Much the Same. Spread Wide, Wings of Hope. On Lines for a Relative Life.

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Do you prefer silence? You must think of me sometimes. I can not believe that I have been erased, wiped clean along with the pain and memories. There must be song fragments that still hold me in their sweet chords, lyrics that take you back to when we were one. Or do you you turn off the radio, preferring silence to those feelings that whirl and whip like wind spun waves. The Years That Have Passed. The Need for Fresh Air. Hysterically, and the only world that existed was their own. She dreams he is ther.