Anthony Charles King
Biography of Anthony Charles King
this dribble that i pass off as poetry you must understand that it needs to come out. as bad as it is. for to keep such nonsensical ramblings in would put me deeper down the 'well of madness' where i spend most of my time trying to crawl out of....and usually each'poem' is never changed. it is as i wrote it. unedited and also bad. usually written in a hurry and without much attention.. so forgive me dear readers if you happen upon my scriblings....
Anthony Charles King Poems
When I First Saw You
i first saw you on that summer sunday ravens dancing in your wild hair the warmth of the sunny sun sun upon us as death smiled
A Leg Of Love
the courage to love is like a razor to the throat.. ... you can sense that the edge is sharp and you know the flesh will open
when i dream i dream in colour
Picture This ..Why?
so there i was riddled with sunday gloom stumblin in out and through an animal can
The Lullabye Of The World - Pt 1
let fall upon its back our morning of mercy... .. let it sleep so peacefully
Born Into Captivity
exploited with knowledge crushed by ignorance what can you say to the world?
An Animal With Wings
why do we scribble so.... dear poets alone weeping ink into the void
Love Or Something
it seems a necessity in life.... of life.... in moral confusion. of simian possesion..
The Frugal Repast
art is the offspring of sadness and suffering monochramy ...the beaten beggar ...syphylic prostitutes
That Rainy Morning
that rainy morning shrouded in sweet darkness i lit the fire and let the flames discover your beauty
Execution Of My Nascent Existence
the ballet of death elegant and prowling grinning in the dark throat flexing new muscles
The Frugal Repast
art is the offspring of sadness and suffering
...the beaten beggar
all of us...in the throes of joyless and hopeless love...