Winter Smoke



We have all seen it

Have all heard it before

Standing outside

The crowd

Armed with just our cigarettes

And our dreams

As the snow falls down

Upon some ancient city

Lost somewhere

A decade or so ago



Abandon hope, etc.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.



Sadly how we’ve all become, what we feel, see, touch everyday. We see death everyday starving everyday.
The strong only survive rule is bullshit. A lie a hope a dream. You die you die and you’re dead your gone you’re burned you’re buried you’re dead. That’s it. That’s all. No sickness and no more memories you walk on as humanity thinks it’s still better than you or I wish. But this is no dystopian movie or a novel you have read. Where the gathering places of human beings reek of stink, piss & shit. So you keep on moving, keep living.


Abandon all ye who enter here.


This is what hell looks truly looks like. This is what hell is.

Abandon hope, etc.

Abandon love, etc
Remain a vacant nothing or you shall surely perish.


Into The Great Unknown, September, 2024



Mankind and

Civilizations really

Don’t mix

They have tried

It over & over

Now all dead

Or now all shit

And so here we go again

Into the great unknown


To bring your lunch

And your soul



The Sorrows of Gin


Upon my wall?

Martyrs & Assassins

Heroes & Prophets


Thrown out of history’s bowels



& Gin 

The love of words

And the love of love

That no one else can feel

Alone in an empty house

The saints have all forgotten us

Left us all behind

To find the words 


In the dark


The Poem Remains

A Journal 2046


An after-thought

After life after all

After death

Long after
The cities

The ruins

The fall

The dust

Long after

All the stars,

The lights have

Gone out

In the sky

The poem




Nuclear Rustic


In my father’s backyard

There is the evidence,

The remains

Scattered where a 1000 soldiers &

Old cars lay, rest and lie

Buried beneath the clay,

The dirt

The earth

Without a memory

And without a single headstone

To find their unmarked graves

For you see

It was much easier,

Much simpler

Back then

In those days

So many memories

To forget or to

Throw away

So many parts & pieces accidently

Lost in the nostalgia

That is time.

All the soldiers now long

Forgotten and nameless

Who must have died

In some senseless and

Childish war. A battle where

The enemy remains unremembered

And unknown and there were

No survivors or victors left

Save one

And so as I dig with my shovel and

Move the heavy stones I

Become the historian and

The aging archeologist

With an old back and sore knees

Who no longer commands faceless souls

Into war or who gives orders in the fields

Of suburbia where the civilian cars

And trucks all mysteriously disappeared

And slowly sank

Into the mud. Where once

There was no true

Concept of a heaven, a hell

Or death

And off in the distance?

I listen but

Can hear no battle cries

No bombs exploding

But suddenly, as I come across

And old tin box I open it

And can see and hear

Maybe three or four dogs

Barking and wagging their tails

And a smiling,

Laughing child playing

Among them

A child

Who never understood why

But who buried all his dreams

Somehow knowing that one day

He would return again

Back to this place,

Back to his

 Father’s backyard to

Find them all

And bring them

Back to life


II . The Broken Hymn

The Broken Hymn


In praise we must celebrate


Of the dead leaves

The cold air

The fallen oak


Who have passed

From this world and into

The next

The next poem, the next

Season the next affair

Who lay down upon the

Memories of old lovers

And lost friends

Who hear the voices

Of evening’s memory

In broken silences

In broken hymns

Who disappear into the

Darkest night and

Never return



Second Coming

Once Upon An America

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Homer, The Iliad


It’s time to turn off

 The lights

Time to turn in all our keys

And throw our damn cell phones

Down the drain

It’s time to practice what we preach

And sleep out on the beach

And to fall in love again all the same

Under the stars

For man shall always take woman

And woman shall always take man

No matter what history states

And God

Shall always favor


And no one else

For these are the rusted old cities

Old memories, and old towns

Full of old ladies and old men

Survivors and the dead

Who can barely tell

The difference

So let us remember

Let us live

In a golden age

In a future hour

With nothing to fear

But hope





The Poet

The Poet

I am the wandering poet
I do not sleep
I am wasting these days in the dregs
Of the deep

I live in the church of myself
Bizarre & unfulfilled
The spirit of the waking man
And the fool, the reckless fool

For I am walking round the circle
From the outside looking in
I am the shadow on the wall
And the wall is growing thin

So can you see me?

Only Here

And There

And Now?


I. Of Memories And Days Past … Wisdom & Truth

The Journal of 2046



When I was a child I asked my Grandfather too many questions

Mostly about life.

And one day, I asked him a very strange question and I said;


After the world is gone

After all the towers, all the cities

All the buildings have fallen

Do you think there will be any of us

Anyone any -thing left?

My Grandfather, looking a bit bemused,

Took another smoke from his pipe

Exhaled and then quietly said


There will always be 3 things left

And they have always remained the same




And of course,

There will always be





Is still


The words

Are still





Turn or Burn

Gun of God

 “For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men who suppress the truth in unrighteousness.”

~ Romans 1:18


Some believe

Some don’t

Some struggle

Some won’t

And some will take

Everything that you own

And some will kill you

Just to burn your bones

But it’s always the same old line

Always the same old trick

Always the same old bullshit

Always the same old shtick

All in the name of God

But the way I see it?

Your God or my God

Never carried a gun

And my God never taught you

You’re right from your wrong

But I ?

I carry the reaper

Of the Lord

And that’s

The only God

You need to

Pray to




ragged flag

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
~ Robert Frost


The world died

So young

And then vanished

Like love

And only left the

Words behind

In its wake

That in the light

Only the dead can see

In the dark