Grief

Buddha’s mantras sung.

Crying, at your sacred shrine.

Aishite Imasu.

Lo Ran Zen

When I was a young man, I dreamt of being rich, millions and millions I would make;

I promised...

As the sands fell through the hourglass, that saddest of all days;

Each grain brought you nearer to...

Vayu Con Dios my precious soulmate, as your journey now begins;

He’ll be waiting for you at Heavens...

The first this month is known as “May Day”, and around many decorated poles;

Girls in lacey, long...

I cry for you every morning, I weep for you all night;

I long to spend each day beside you, and in...

I walked you in the morning; I buried you that night;

The bluest of all Mondays, the one you’d lose...

The day that would become your last, sneaked right past my well-kept guard;

For I thought you’d...

My name is Simon Wiesenthal, and I’ve spent now fifty years;

On tracking down the old Third Reich,...

I’ll never forget two past Saturdays, both in February, the second, your last;

On the first as a...

As the clock that eve struck midnight, and “Blue Monday” came to end;

I called it “Ruby Tuesday”,...

Broken heart crying.

Heavenly soulmate floating.

Seppuku calling.

You left my side too early, at least a thousand days;

Now the only thing that can heal me; is a...

I hear you in the winds at night; you softly call my name;

Your gentle voice will speak to me, and...

The drunken sadness.

The intoxicating pain.

My soulmate now sleeps.

I know how you were feeling Edgar Allen, when you lost your “Annabel Lee”;

For I’m suffering just...

Consume me with grief.

As time goes by, increase it.

My pen is my sword!