Crypt Kissing - take 1

Somewhere in  a graveyard - take 1

I've been with the dead

Ch 1 -  Take 3

Chapter 3 Take 1

Wotcher! Jack O Savage at your service, in the biz of matters poetic. *bows*

We all need a drop of poetry in our lives from time to time, lest we become wizened orchids, our leaves all brown and down in the mouth.

There is no reason to any of this, none at all. Much as there is no reason to our lives, desperate though we are for there so to be.

And so we feel our way through our lives, as best we may. To feel is to be. Not to feel is .. to be a prisoner in a spreadsheet cell.

So, free yourself, is what I say! Free yourself, to feel and be the more alive. 

Perhaps we poets are fools with keys, most of which prove to be less than useless lumps of rusting iron. Save for the odd unexpected exception, which turns a human lock .. to open wide a soul's cell door.

So care to join me, if you dare, while I dangle-jangles a few fool keys.

That's me. That's all there is, for ever and ever, in time out of mind. 

Jack O Savage
  

JACK O SAVAGE . CORNWALL