Stuart Miller-Osborne

Be like a tree Do not fear The autumn winds Let your dead leaves drop As the migrating birds pass by Rumi

Finish me off my friend I have these bloody holes Here Here and Here Will you do this for me In this beautiful field Full of summer flowers It is something That I will take Into the afterlife I will be happy forever And with that the Italian soldier smiled He said in Broken English […]

Love is always Presented In an unordered way A glance Hands touching Shared warmth Possession Unhindered by thought Love is an abstraction Rarely understood

Absorb me Cherish me Love me Hold me Taste me In no particular order

You bombed Dresden with 120,000 people, killed women, children. We are trying to avoid this collateral damage. We ask them to leave. I read this whilst coffee resting It brought tears to my eyes Who are we to cast stones I asked I received no reply Festival City

Deep in flood You have Shipped my soul To another place This scares me As I am now vacant

I have always loved you We have been So happy together The musical light The considerable hours I trusted you without question So why did you want ill of me

You have visited me Three times But your identity Is quite mysterious I do love Your slim humours

You do not live On the earth You are just Passing through Sometimes you stop And open your eyes These are the rarest Moments like these are rare Rumi

Memories Red Memories Blue Share my memories Gerius Do