Augustus : Writing

The Return

The Return

A Poem by Augustus


This path I traversed long agoMy footprints leading far awayFaces with smiling tears aglowTo send me walking on my wayThe tree of Time in Autumn paleL..
My Past and my Present

My Past and my Present

A Poem by Augustus


The days that pass us by we often hailAnd strive to live in perfumed memoriesBut time speeds forth: our calls of no availThe ship of dreams sails far ..
The Search Within

The Search Within

A Poem by Augustus


Heavens shine above!From the deep and tranquil lakeLet me drink moonlightChild of Resplendence!Reaching through the endless nightLet me touch the sunP..
Lindau, Germany

Lindau, Germany

A Poem by Augustus


The Shangri-La of Western landsA Heaven forged on hither shoreIn sleeping sanctity it standsTo dream of peace for evermoreBy Constance cradled lovingl..
Ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning

Ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my a..

A Poem by Augustus


Please read the Author's Note before reading the poem... :) And yes, THIS IS NOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY!!!!
The Queen of Slugs

The Queen of Slugs

A Poem by Augustus


Of all that in this world is softAnd dull and slimy as can beNo neck to hold her head aloftBut oozing sluggish vanityShe crawls upon the mossy barkOf ..
The Reaper Man

The Reaper Man

A Poem by Augustus


He faces the mirrorButtoning his stoic shirtA grim and gaunt visage of solemnityHe sees a mere vassal of a malicious designStaring back...Doing the De..
To the Megalomaniacs

To the Megalomaniacs

A Poem by Augustus


Ye kings and queens of twisted realmsThat rule upon the weakened mindYe fallen crowns and battered helmsAnd scepters of the crooked kind!Inside a furt..
The Precipice of Reason

The Precipice of Reason

A Poem by Augustus


There are dreams, there are dark passions and there's cold rationality...Which road should I take?
Ode to Innocence

Ode to Innocence

A Poem by Augustus


The cry of every infant bornThe purest ray of bright sunshineUpon the bud on its first mornThe melting snow upon the pineAnd all that beauty calls her..