THE THREAD  THAT BINDS

 

There within the shadows

awaits a friend for me,

colours are muted in the

dark corridors we walk.

But, there is no fear

when approaching friendship.

Good fortune is in knowing

that it is still growing,

and that life is not the

only thread which binds.

 

ZYDHA

~~~~~~  

REST IN PEACE,  DEAR FRIEND  x   

    WHERE WILL I BE

 

When I am gone

Will you know where to find me?

Perhaps in a gentle breeze,

That rustles in all the trees.

Or in a place where the river flows,

High in a place where it snows.

In a place where the eagle lands,

Where the wind blows the desert sands.

In the pastures that are forever green

 To places where the eye has never seen.

Look to the stars that shine at night,

Also in the morning when the sun shines bright.

But most of all you might find me where,

Each word and letter I placed with care.

  I am in every line that I ever wrote.

~~~

I wrote this some time ago, but I think this is how

Steve might want to be remembered

I'm not ashamed to say I post this with tears in my eyes.

 

TONY

    For Steve from Emma (foretfleur)

Bluebird

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

by ~ Charles Bucowski

~~~

Emma's Words

 

Tonight, I shall drink a little too much wine
Read a book, where I won't read the words
And just think and remember and cry.

But I will smile again, I promise
I will climb those mountains again
Its just that the peaks are so much higher
Now that you are no longer here.

God Bless you Steve, forever in my heart, a true friend

 

 

he lives

as we miss his cherished presence
we love his eternal essence
and

he lives

until we meet again friend Steve

mikhail

Charles Bukowski        Humour and humility shone through every word the public heard. No hard edge of falseness to be found, just decency and laughter wrapped in gentleness and love.   To the end his wit amused us, a measure of the man that he masked such pain so well. The blessings of his life were brief, but I believe his legacy will long outlive this grief.     Clive         THE CRY of THE WHALE     Deep in the Oceans and all seven seas Dolphins and Whales roamed around free They know about man, with his barbaric ways His taste for carnage and for mammals blood They butchered my mummy with a harpoon gun You blew out her insides to kingdom-come But why did you do this? to mummy and me? Did you not know, we give birth live babies! We have roamed this planet over millions of years But the species call humans are our greatest fear You bring death and distruction to my friends in the deep A trate all you humans we pray that you delete We have a language all of our own Conveying your wickedness where ever we roam "Please stay where you are, let us be free" "Give us a chance in the depth of the seas"   This story was whispered to me as I stood alone on a distant sea shore By my friends, the Whales and Dolphins of this world,lol     Peter Wicks, for my poet friend Steve      ~ ~ ~ ~ ~