Aromat


  AROMAT THE FARTEN HOUND
        A  bedtime story for rude children,

Poems by Oscar


Out of a Grave


 Out of a grave I come to tell you,
 Laughter nor our tears,
 for we have only known vanity
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
Despair and death deep in darkness
 over this land,
I Brood like an owl , For it was in my heart 
The stone that anchor’s me and weeps rust downward, along my soul
the darkness creeps in,, out of the grave I come to tell you this. 
A dark and inward sky,. No more becalmed to lie,



By Oscar