They Call Them Nonsense Poems

he eyes of pain show black through the blue,
As the dominions of Hell reign down through you,
Hell's cheap furore scattering across the abyss of nullity,
Spanning eons yet still the pain,
shows black with all Hell's hilarity;

When Hell's maw opens wide the pain goes forever deeper,
The mere misery of life outwardly far cheaper,
The towering spires of Hell glare down from on high,
Showing that mockery called life to be but a lie.

The sailor said to Sammy
let's sing a song for the sea.

The song the sailor and Sammy sang to the sea
was as happy as could be.

Blue Rose

A rose by any other name would get the blame for what it is -
the colour of a kiss, the shadow of a flame.

A rose may earn another name, so call it love,
so call it love I will.

And love is like the sea, which changes constantly,
and yet is still the same.

And this rose is a sea, of lonely blue.

Something Silly

We're having a party
We're having a ball
Getting together,
Getting pissed
One and All !