David Burton Richardson Poems

Amongst the Brown and torn up posts
We see the dark and dampen Leaves
We wish that life could be a host
A sanctuary of inner peace
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Black is the colour of Soot like Death
That takes the Blackest of Blackest Breath
And Blackest Breath will breathe no more
Or walk alone on the Blackest Moor
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The woeful whispers and sorrow sown
Of mournful moves too tired to say
When all we crave is that Womb like home
And the flowered scent and yellowed Hay
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Black burnt Gorse of Carbon Hands
That clutch the dank soiled Earth
All around this barren land
The place of Mist and languished Birth
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Deep down amongst the Mist, where dark deep Black prevails
I know not why and i know not when, that i will see the Grey Veil
Disgust and shame are constant Friends, i feel the weight of Mortal means
When all is lost to make ammends and Death and Sorrow will fill my Dreams
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Upon the dusky, Autumn Crown
Where hollows musk and scent are many
Where dank and dreary Red pressed Brown
With dying leaves and rotting Berry
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Time is fast and yet so vast
And life is but a sorrow strife like wake
The feeling hurt of sorrows state
That bellows and plunders of deepest thought
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Wanted words of deepest Blue
That struggles to rise from that manic Pew
And darkest thoughts that so prevail
That mighty words can never tell
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The Black bosom Blue thrusts the Sky like rampant Jets
And tries to reach that outer bound
Yet it stops far short and cannot accept
The deathly Black, that Black Death sound
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Nine months of nourish from Mothers Womb
That place of echo warmth
We cling to life through another
A place where fear is not yet born
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