Stuart Miller-Osborne

my question is my only question it is an important question in heaven will i regain my sight that is all just say yes or no whatever the answer you will make me so very happy

all spelling mistakes are entirely accidental because of my blindness my last memory of joyce was on a beach just before the second war she was so beautiful in her orange two piece joyce does not speak to me now is she still as beautiful as she was on that hot day

Do you realise that I once appeared in my own dream An artist and a movie maker also appeared in this dream I learned that apart from being a poet That I was also an actor Who appeared in the longest movie ever made The movie has an unknown running time I have not yet […]

His full name was Paul Williamsburg But he liked to be called Williamsburg In the years leading up to his accident He had an obsession with cleanliness Taking up to twelve baths a day Sometimes on his own Sometimes with one of his angels He was also obsessed with kindness And on one occasion gave […]

Joe You have been charged for writing The Country of my Birth Has Honoured me with a Knighthood On the bare bottom of your sister (Josephine) As you know writing on one’s sister Is strictly against the law To do so on your girlfriend (Sephine) Is totally and has always been legal

I have been very successful But at present I am hiding In the violet woods The cops are closing in They are armed And very stupid I have disguised Myself as a tree This might just work If not I will call myself Zelda of the Violets

I cannot say that I like the view View What view The view from your apartment You overlook a graveyard It is all a bit creepy Then why are you standing there Without any clothes on Enya That is simple It not very simple for me Because I cannot be seen Think about it Greg

Circle Theorems = Sword of Reality This is a game that I am designing Before I am killed By a snipers warm bullet Treat this as a diary note And not a war poem Please do not aid my confusion

It was a rare morning With the pale blue sky Littered with thin white clouds I was happy again And so was my sleeping friend Her name was Zelda We had met in a forest clearing Just before the night smothered All of the hillside paths

I love French beaches And the quiet evening lanes Of late summer days