Comments about Eric Paeplow
The Death Of Thomas Becket
Sitting here, upon my chair,
Pondering the things, that ponderers do
Should I raise this issue?
Should I approach the Politicians of State?
I came here, only to deliberate,
The complete and total, lack of debate
On the death of Lord Thomas Becket
Was it by intent, or merely by mistake?
The Archbishop of Canterbury?
A swords crushing blow?
What's that you said?
He's lost his head?
My, oh my, I guess that's how it goes
I guess it's true what they said
I wasn't the kick to the groin
But instead, that slash to the head ...
One Of A Kind
My soul remains as always, quiet and alone
Thoughts of death, as gray as a tombstone
Separated by choice, never one of the crowd
My thoughts and secrets, silent in my solitude
Yet I suffer not loneliness, nor feel any pain
The spirits of the lost, my friends, my company
For those who walked before, forever unchained
Their will, their life force, forever with me