Blood, My Beautiful Poetry
May 2004
RT Crossing
-the wounded soul which bleeds in me- -the blood, the passion, the poetry- -the poems of a refugee- -a solace and a jubilee- -in blinding darkness, blinding light- -shades of wonder spark my sight- -a forlorn hope, redemption's plight- -arrest my soul, sweet bird of night- -desperate dreams, unsought, unseen- -enslave my heart in a deep ravine- -a terrible doom is this time machine- -no colour has more shades than green- -I wrestle -still- I chase the skies- -the hollow, all enveloping tries- -of an artist seeking love's replies- -and a lover seeking art's blest guise- -I bleed and as the poems flow- -I live and die - the wounds I know- -reveal the truth, unveil the show- -they are my bane, my friend, my foe-