Just.. 3 Poems: 'Let Me Live' Collection
Early November 2024. A subtle collection of life & death (still in the making).
THE SEASONS OF THE SUN
It’s Poetry Tonight.
It's Poems I Return To
When I Need To Unleash
The Unconscious
It Is Poetry That
Seems To Breeze Through
Blocks Of Discomfort
It Hurts Me To Think
I Write Small Bouts
Of Streams
Like This Warm Up And
Like The Seasons
Of The Sun - Day
And Night Become
One Long Slog
Rain I Love - Wind Is Fine
Love Was Mine
And Now Its Gone
ALL THAT IS ME
is A Lost Fog
And That My Friend
Is Above All
The Most Benevolent
Findings Of A
Mind Like My
One Long Since Died. 
x....THINK TWICE....................x
THERE ISN'T
MUCH OF
THE BUTTERY CUPS
OF LIFE THAT HAVE PASSED
ME BY
THERE ISN'T A LOT OF WHAT
I'VE
FORGOT THAT
HASN'T CAUGHT MY
EYE
I WAKE UP
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
THANKFUL TO BE ALIVE
YET I LET SLEEP TAKE ME OFF
BACK
BACK AND BACK AND BACK TO
THE TRICK OF A YAAAAAWWWWWN
THE CRACK OF DAWN
BACK TO
TO THE CRIMSON SKY
(or skies)
many more and much of this to my own demise. Think Twice.
There is no other way to say ‘let me live’ than please don’t kill me off like this. Please don’t let my weariness and midlife crisis be all there is…
Quote by Me—— ( Chasey Delaney ) ——2024
ONE DAY PASS The Night Bangs Like A Drum And Lands Like The Big Hand On A Railway's Clock This Signals The Station's Time To Stop A Standstill in My Honour Is Called For Now Frozen In Time I Make My Way Across The Dark And Dusty Platform's Edge Of Steep Banks, Train Beds, Tracks Ledges, Shops And Coffee Pot Cafes With Hot People Holding Half Cold Cups Of Liquid Life Just As My Elixir Slowly Slips Out Of My Grasp To Die This Might Be My 'LAST CHANCE TICKET TO RIDE' I'd Grab At That For A One Day Pass On This Lonely Road Out And Down Melodies Passed - Our Own 'Soul Asylum's Runaway Train' BACK TO LOVE BACK TO LAUGHS BACK TO ME with YOU AGAIN and Again IN The Driving Rain.