...i'll be posting some older stuff that not many people have seen...



You entered the fray too late
Coming from an unknown past
An unknown mother, the missing crone
And what do you want from me?
No one seems to know, I don't
You don't, you never say, though others spread
Disease and contagion, perhaps you don't deserve
But it is too late, influence you may have had was lost
Long before you appeared on the scene

I have no poem for you

And you, lost to me for years now
Gone on a path of your own choosing
Eyeballing the sun for a path where I
Do not appear, Do not fear to tread there
Apply your cares to you and yours and
Don't stir the water of strangers to you
They are mine and you are anathema
I don't know what you seek to touch
But you have brought this cancer to yourself
Gangrene haunts your step and I tire
Of your rotting

I have no poem for you

I find you in unknown pictures
Your stories someone should know
Someone should read you
Write you for the knowing alone
Yet you are lost to but a few
It is hard to cry the lost voices of ghosts
I know no reason to extend my grief
To shadows I do not know but in passing
Windows of the masses' torment
Reading your life in passages to the soul
I can not know you in brief
And so....
I let you go

I have no poem for you


terry rw whisenant
april 29, 2002