Stuart Miller-Osborne

Quote Neitzsche often viewed compassion equality and morality With suspicion seeing them as expressions of weakness resentment Or what he called The She Mentality You are a poet what are your thoughts I am not a poet Then what are ewe Cissie Jayne I am a Llama You are not a Llama Why is that…

I have made a few mistakes in my life Like getting my younger sister pregnant For this I was punished by the state They gave a me a choice to rot in jail or join up I chose the latter as the theatres of war Were located in many attractive locations After my basic training…

I think it is the decay that causes my anger Many things that I grew up with are not the same Because of the rancid malignancy of others You still have me Jude I have not changed I have always stood by you even in your bad times I am the gentle constant of your…

Dear Mummy I chose the short straw yet again And have had to wait in for the electrician And to pass the time I have been watching Twilight (which is a movie that you probably have never heard of) There is a scene early on When Edward saves Bella from a certain death By using…

I used to chat to a Lebanese girl In the convenience store Only small talk and nothing else And then she was not there I learned later that she had killed herself Which made me sad I made enquires But realised no information She had faded into history Without even a final breath I later…

The volcano is so beautiful It brings me such joy Especially at night To see it glowing in the distance Red orange yellow and gold It would not be so romantic If it released a pyroclastic surge The turbulent gasses Would kill you instantly You are the least romantic person I know I count many…

Viktoria returned from the land of self healing With four self healing stones Limonite Quartz Labradorite and Pyrolusite These were gifts for Gilbert Who was rather sad

Francis Bacon painted my late mother Which was a great honour As she had missed the last bus Francis Bacon painted my mother Which was a great honour Until she spoiled our new settee Francis Bacon painted my mother Which was a great honour But it stained the garden furniture Silly Boy

You never change your reflections They are always green and yellow These are my only kitchen cloths I choose only these bright colours Many years ago when at night school I became friendly with a refugee and her sister They asked me to enter into an illegal marriage A marriage of convenience which I turned…

With my headlights dipped You are sitting next to me We are sharing an ageing bourbon Ghosts roam without illumination I can sense them beside me As we speed through the night