Stuart Miller-Osborne

I saw a girl in a city Most beautiful Subtly dancing In front of a busker Her rhythm was unnoticed By those who passed by

The realisation that life is absurd Cannot be an end But only a beginning I have given this a lot of thought As I am never going to leave this train Passengers come passengers go Yet I remain here with my railway ticket Hidden in my leather wallet I have lost my little dog It…

I live in a country Where no words are spoken Everything is silent The birds do not sing The winds can be touched But not heard It is a silence That pervades everything There is a sense of crisis That things however still Are moving like light It is present and apparent One cannot hide…

Hi My name is Richard But I am known As Sick Boy After the movie As I have dyed my hair blond It really suits me Or at at least my Auntie Zeeland Thinks it does I am on the way to see my friend Timothee and his sister Israel Their father is a film…

The fields are vibrant with colours Colours green gold green gold and mauve How lovely this ancient pathway feels On a summers day such as this I own I own I own I own A fragment of a happiness How good you are How good you are My father and my friend

The Paradise Road Leads to The Paradise Beach I am camping With some other travellers Who have left this world So that they can find a reality

What are you smiling at Stan You do not want to know Try me Have you ever heard of a politician called No should I have He vanished a number of years ago Really It became an unsolved mystery until about a year ago Are you listening Jane Yes Well a chap on his death…

I was sitting in my chair watching the dawn As it broke above the memories of the sea This was the saddest of occasions And often made me weep As the Fragile Friday Birds No longer sang in the Oleander Trees They had been poisoned by love

Kitty and Jax were stretched out on my bed After making love They were quite naked I could see the beads of sweat Flat on their pale skin They had allowed me to watch them Not because I was their brother But because I was an artist Who enjoyed recording passions In a world full…

I live in a small castle without a moat Yet it is surrounded by magnolia trees I cannot describe how beautiful These fragrant trees are They are so feminine So delicate to the touch Violets Bluebells Snowdrops and Roses Add much to the harmony of my gardens But it is the magnolia trees That remain…