Then I Was Cardiac Arrested.

Then I was deceived When the black veil The darkness of death Descended to receive me. Then I saw not the tunnel With the hand of welcome Beckoning, urging, I was not at the edge of paradise. Then I did not dream. The absence was total. A void to be avoided Blackness unseen. A place … Continue reading Then I Was Cardiac Arrested.

Love, there is no Bell.

It is an open contest This life of love, In which we are all contenders. We have been in training for this. Yet in a sense we are all cheated. Never to be content. If life is meant to be manoeuvres In a dark square ring, Then we are truly contestants of the heart. We … Continue reading Love, there is no Bell.

Across the Moat of Time

Philip Oliver Sopher, The name rings of something. It conjures an image bronzed, An object with flare, perhaps? Solid, vibrating, compressing. A heavy subject. Otherworldly? Experienced, exploratory, explaining? The ways of the world in person. How, when and which as tri-stars. More unholy Trinity's. Reasons to be yet understood, unseperate. Mere constituents of the live … Continue reading Across the Moat of Time

Those of us who are Poets.

Those of us who are leafing through life Are in reality like gongs in the wind of inspiration. When we are hit we bang. We also arc our world from mood to mind, Then from mind to mind. We offer ideas, or challenges, Statements of hope or fears. Insights and explanations, Tokens and figures of … Continue reading Those of us who are Poets.

Across the Moat of Time

Philip Oliver Sopher, The name rings of something. It conjures an image bronzed, An object with flare, perhaps? Solid, vibrating, compressing. A heavy subject. Otherworldly? Experienced, exploratory, explaining? The ways of the world in person. How, when and which as tri-stars. More unholy Trinity's. Reasons to be yet understood, unseperate. Mere constituents of the live … Continue reading Across the Moat of Time