So cold but it felt so warm
Clear nightsky is coverd with stars
Simple conversation becomes special
And its all because I am with you.

Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough
Tho tramping neath a winters sky
Oer snow track paths and ryhmey stiles
The huswife sets her spining bye
And bids him welcome wi her smiles
Each house is swept the day before
And windows stuck wi evergreens
The snow is beesomd from the door
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes
Gilt holly wi its thorny ******
And yew and box wi berrys small
These deck the unusd candlesticks
And pictures hanging by the wall

Neighbours resume their anual cheer
Wishing wi smiles and spirits high
Clad christmass and a happy year
To every morning passer bye
Milk maids their christmass journeys go
Accompanyd wi favourd swain
And childern pace the crumping snow
To taste their grannys cake again

Hung wi the ivys veining bough
The ash trees round the cottage farm
Are often stript of branches now
The cotters christmass hearth to warm
He swings and twists his hazel band
And lops them off wi sharpend hook
And oft brings ivy in his hand
To decorate the chimney nook

Old winter whipes his ides bye
And warms his fingers till he smiles
Where cottage hearths are blazing high
And labour resteth from his toils
Wi merry mirth beguiling care
Old customs keeping wi the day
Friends meet their christmass cheer to share
And pass it in a harmless way

Old customs O I love the sound
However simple they may be
What ere wi time has sanction found
Is welcome and is dear to me
Pride grows above simplicity
And spurns it from her haughty mind
And soon the poets song will be
The only refuge they can find

The shepherd now no more afraid
Since custom doth the chance bestow
Starts up to kiss the giggling maid
Beneath the branch of mizzletoe
That neath each cottage beam is seen
Wi pearl-like-berrys shining gay
The shadow still of what hath been
Which fashion yearly fades away

And singers too a merry throng
At early morn wi simple skill
Yet imitate the angels song
And chant their christmass ditty still
And mid the storm that dies and swells
By fits-in humings softly steals
The music of the village bells
Ringing round their merry peals

And when its past a merry crew
Bedeckt in masks and ribbons gay
The ‘Morrice danse’ their sports renew
And act their winter evening play
The clown-turnd-kings for penny praise
Storm wi the actors strut and swell
And harlequin a laugh to raise
Wears his **** back and tinkling bell

And oft for pence and spicy ale
Wi winter nosgays pind before
The wassail singer tells her tale
And drawls her christmass carrols oer
The prentice boy wi ruddy face
And ryhme bepowderd dancing locks
From door to door wi happy pace
Runs round to claim his ‘christmass box’

The block behind the fire is put
To sanction customs old desires
And many a ******* bands are cut
For the old farmers christmass fires
Where loud tongd gladness joins the throng
And winter meets the warmth of may
Feeling by times the heat too strong
And rubs his shins and draws away

While snows the window panes bedim
The fire curls up a sunny charm
Where creaming oer the pitchers rim
The flowering ale is set to warm
Mirth full of joy as summer bees
Sits there its pleasures to impart
While childern tween their parents knees
Sing scraps of carrols oer by heart

And some to view the winter weathers
Climb up the window seat wi glee
Likening the snow to falling feathers
In fancys infant ******
Laughing wi superstitious love
Oer visions wild that youth supplyes
Of people pulling geese above
And keeping christmass in the skyes

As tho the homstead trees were drest
In lieu of snow wi dancing leaves
As. tho the sundryd martins nest
Instead of ides hung the eaves
The childern hail the happy day
As if the snow was april grass
And pleasd as neath the warmth of may
Sport oer the water froze to glass

Thou day of happy sound and mirth
That long wi childish memory stays
How blest around the cottage hearth
I met thee in my boyish days
Harping wi raptures dreaming joys
On presents that thy coming found
The welcome sight of little toys
The christmass gifts of comers round

‘The wooden horse wi arching head
Drawn upon wheels around the room
The gilded coach of ginger bread
And many colord sugar plumb
Gilt coverd books for pictures sought
Or storys childhood loves to tell
Wi many a urgent promise bought
To get tomorrows lesson well

And many a thing a minutes sport
Left broken on the sanded floor
When we woud leave our play and court
Our parents promises for more
Tho manhood bids such raptures dye
And throws such toys away as vain
Yet memory loves to turn her eye
And talk such pleasures oer again

Around the glowing hearth at night
The harmless laugh and winter tale
Goes round-while parting friends delight
To toast each other oer their ale
The cotter oft wi quiet zeal
Will musing oer his bible lean
While in the dark the lovers steal
To kiss and toy behind the screen

The yule cake dotted thick wi plumbs
Is on each supper table found
And cats look up for falling crumbs
Which greedy childern litter round
And huswifes sage stuffd seasond chine
Long hung in chimney nook to drye
And boiling eldern berry wine
To drink the christmass eves ‘good bye’

Do you feel that?
The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them.
Of course you don't.
You grew up.

Lier.
You said you loved me.
Im only playing ninja.
But you are too grown up to play.
I hate it.
2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret.
You told me to do this.
Why did you lie?
I hate liers.
I know you still want to play.
You show it when i kiss you.
Growing up seperated us.
You are just as ****** up as me.
Don't lie.

I am a result
Of not two people
I am a result of advertisements
Of politicians
Of company's
Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures
I am a result of headlines that scream the words ****, death, racesim and terror.

I am a result of built up hopes.
The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion.
The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of.
Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world.
I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch,
I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one"

I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in
The overdose headlines
The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face
I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle
A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it.

I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind.
A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it
The veterans thrown to the streets
The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by
The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense
The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine
I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake
I am a result, in a world of results
Of hope that one day we can push these fears away
I am a result of an army of dreamers
A horde of lovers
And a croud of carers
I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference
They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world
We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain,
We can look out on this world and call it
Our result

Rock, paper, scissors...SHOOT!
Throw me your play, right on your cue,
Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!
A rock on my palm and a paper on you.
And paper beats rock, and so I guess it's true.
Like when your gentle parchment soul,
Washed over my heart of colored coal.
And as your sweet touch enveloped me,
I knew I wanted it, and needed more.

Rock, paper, scissors...shoot.
A paper in your hand, to soothe my wary roots.
Permanent ink is marked on my skin,
and it coursed through my veins and in my mind it lived.
But once I was of marble stone, I am a prey to shatter,
Until you coverd me, that I realized I mattered.
That maybe paper doesn't beat rock by concealing it,
It protects it from the harm of any waiting scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors...shoot!
I fear for the day, you have a scissors on you.
Cut me not, break me never.
I wish never to be your target to sever.
I have your words on my skin, they're a strength that I have.
Please don't take them back, by cutting me in half.

And what hard stone that I may be,
darling, I implore you to see---
You're my paper, you never defeated me,
You became my sword, when I stood wary.
Could you, perhaps, touch the irony
Of the rock and paper and scissor trilogy.
For when stone stood hard and still,
It fused it's strength and broke at will,
Like feather, her softness had her filled.
And while her paper, lies flat and still as death,
It surpassed the power of a sword's strength.

Rock, paper, scissors...shoot,
a rock for me, and a paper for you,
and I'll embrace you, and in all your strength
my everything you've endured.

"How do i look ?",was the whisper she made,
"Like a ******* *****!",was the attention he paid,
But his words didn't penetrate,she loved him that much,
So she changed her clothes, and she coverd herself up,
Token wifey,perfect partner,loving mate,
She glared at her reflection,wishing she could hate,
rosebud lips, icy eyes,sculpted legs and cheekbones,
He knows full well,if she's noticed, she'll leave home,
So he supresses her beauty,ensuring it with black and blue,
Those little pills you take, won't always see you through!,
Wake the hell up my girl,before you slowly disappear,
Put on your perfume and your pretty dress, get the heel out of here,
Lift your head, shed the baggage, walk off that bruised flesh,
Claw your way to the surface, where you're free to start afresh.
Make a move for gods sake, or you'll shrivel and die,
Shake the duckling feathers off, spread your wings, and, just, fly !


                                           (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

It started out innocent enough
Looked into His eyes
That was all it took
They say He gets what He wants
Tell Me though which Man never does?

He touched Me not my flesh
or was it My flesh
Not so sure now
Just know it was very deep
Something that is vaguely there now

Next time He saw Me
I lowered my eyes
He lifted my chin
Said 'why do you look away'
My heart raced
I couldn't see His face

I didn't answer
As soft lips parted
His were there to claim them
My body throbbed
Mind was filled with images
Body spread on a bed
His beside Mine

Tongues entwined as I lost Myself
The images were blinding
Body laced with His
Felt like a dream so I didn't scream
His fingers danced across my flesh
As his breath caressed my neck

"I need you" He says
Shaking fiery coverd head no
Not understanding what He means
"I want to make You My Queen"
"Join Me now in what you see"
He stops touching
I look thinking I am still upright

Everything clear as His fangs take that first bite
My body laid out for His eyes to see
One fire within with this need indeed
Pierce of His Power
I become His flower
My ****** need takes over me

He drinks my blood
His hands play my body
Like the bow to a perfect violin
The music increases
The cresendo rises high

My hips move beneath Him
As the bow squeal high
Its not the instrument it is I
The pitch inhuman as I feel tension grow
He kisses Me filling my mouth
With what you may ask

It goes so fast you see
Powerless to resist as I ******* blood
Metallic and tangy and decadent to me
Flesh burns, pulse races, heart pounds
He says to me once more
You are all I will ever need
Be My Queen live in eternity with Me

Yes Yes I scream
As the glorious tension releases
My nectar like a waterfall
He drowns Himself in it
As He drinks His victory
Fireworks explode as I drift off
Asleep in His arms

Nothing but a dream it seems
Awakening in a fright
Body feeling tight
Hanging on for life
A voice enters my head
Be still My Queen Be still

I look and see all around Me
Red roses burying Me
Not a Dream I am a Queen
His Queen that was My Dream
Yet I was His Dream
The collision egmatic

Together You See
His Queen My King
****** Life We share
Perhaps We will Visit
Bring You to Our Realm

Close Your Eyes if you Dare
I did and look at Me
Young as can be
Always and Forever You see?

it were the dreams in which I was living that made me wanna die

the summer was ending and the cold of the winter was filling my veins
you were leaving my mind like the sun was leaving my dying fantasy..
I am getting older everyday and everyday I need a little bit more *****
running away with you, the person I adore most was all I ever wanted

and every night before I fall asleep I aks myself.. why don't you love me
why don't you have the need to touch me, to share your deepest secrets
you were mysterious like the moon, like the meaning of my tattoo's..

there always was a path of light were you have walked
the riddels you spoke, your angelic voice that haunts me everyday
but you also were dark my dear, dying and hopeless

it felt like flying everytime we kissed, I was happy, you made me happy
but I was fragile, a daughter of the dark, the keeper of sadness, demons
eleven years old when everything went wrong and it all is still wrong
the voices in my head would never let me out of this cage, trapped

september was coming and the clouds coverd my sight of happiness
it was a long way to find a way out of this dark and ****** up forest

and so she died at age seventeen, the graveyard never was this pretty
the stars of the heavens and their constellations didn't shine their light
there were flowers laying on the girl her grave, all grey, black, dying

it was the perfect night to share your tears with the world, so we did

I am your favorite fruit,
from the tree, this morning
you've freshly plucked
with a visible delight,
driven by an avid desire
that moved your dust coverd
pleasure seeker part
still kept alive, astonishingly
though you are no more
that young adventurer
once  you enjoyed being,
and have turmoils to handle.
You kept me safe in the
favorite nook of  your kitchen
not before caressing a bit
feeling my texture and
inhaling elating  fragrance.
you wanted to sit and eat this fruit
you did covet, so much when
you are free from daily grind.

But it's already sunset,darkness creeps,
there is no chance of a respite
for you, you easily forget
that there is no tomorrow,
perhaps you keep the thought
away,though you know
the things work out only today
as you want it, but can't help.

But as a woman of many parts
you may think it doesn't matter
you can throw the fruit out
before the night advances
hissing through your teeth
"Oh! it's gone to rot too soon"

I would still exist in the neuron
of your deeper brain, a sweet wish
unfulfilled, a little  eclipse in your
inner sky of many bright suns,
a neuron twitches continuously
independently, breaking the tune,
but yes, the world exists for both
it's sweet and bitter disappointments too.
And it necessitates taking life after life
to fulfill such small desires
and clean up, smile with contentment.

I write to heal and I bleed my pen
The words flow thru me and not out my skin
Razors and blades dont forget the knives too
I remember the times the only color I saw was blue
Life has gone in a circle and has very much calmed down
No longer the need to run, hide or skip town
Forgiving myself was the hardest to do
He gave me hope and helped me break through
Sleep comes so easy and the nights arent so long
I do things the right way and Im not doing the wrong
My past has been coverd, my past has been cleaned
Thank you Lord for helping my family who intervened
When the light in my soul was all but snuffed out
I had to make changes without a doubt
Thankful for seeing what went wrong
Having the sight to sing a new song
The path that leads me is straight and narrow
I am happy now and free as a sparrow
Decisions come smooth
Living right can soothe
If you make mistakes
In your dreams are miserable snakes.

Borges; this one
starts by your name.

fate did not want us;
fate wanted our words;
for yours to question mine.
to disenfranchise was its
goal on that July-ending day
in that smoke-fogged bar.
i shot true and drank with
heavied hand. you approached.
random-heaved spine, and you
were coverd by butterflies.
asked of life and responded:
      i owe the Universe some
           ******* poetry.
the question reciprocated but
you were found without breath.
time found us parting
with civilized talking of a
pre-determined clandestineship.
our fate quelled in that bar
on that July-ending day.

Nights solid blackness is closing in fast
I keep thinking of a great spell to cast
Maybe if the white dragon was simply asked

Off we ride on what is now unfortunately my journey too
I can feel the dark horse muscles flow so smoothly under me as we flew
Out loudly I pray to Goddess Athene, that this nightmare we will both live through

We emerge from the security of my forest, at the foot of the mountain
The knight tells me we must find Pirene the inspirational fountain
On the speed of this steed I was counting

Because I can feel the darkness creeping
And my branded skin is calling out to the evil, it's weeping
I whisper to my knight so our darkened ride can't hear, "this speed we must be keeping"

The thought of my quest crosses my mind
My mother was what I wanted so much to find
But I'm afraid that dream I'll have to leave behind

The demons horse starts the steep rocky climb up the path
We are heading toward the white dragons wrath

It is starting to break dawn
The feeling of evil chasing is gone
So now I start chanting the Dragons sweet song

" LEANA sister of the dragon moon
Please fly down from your heights, we need your help soon
Please heed my chanted tune
And meet me by the fountain Pirene by noon
Or the earth may soon lay in ruin"

Me and the knight reach the fountain's wondrous water just after mornings light
The sky was a beautiful redish orange sight
I know by the sky's tinge today is going to be a fierce fight
That is going to lead well into tonight

We dismount and I use one of my strongest talismans to secure the beast so it can not flee
I stoop by the old crumbling fountain to drink in the cool liquid nectar, so like the poets I can be

All the greatest poets come to this magical spot
To gain unimaginable inspirational thoughts
And this kind I so desperately sought

I took I deep cool long drink and looked to the sky
And in that moment I seen the the silver streak of the dragon's body fly
And to my horror a crystal clear vision flashed before my eyes
In it the noble dragon's pure white body was coverd in thick blood it looked like she would die

The path is long and narrow
It twists and winds as it binds your soul
Cursed to forever hopelessly wonder towards the light
Coverd in cuts and broken bones
Every rise fighting a loosing battle
Blindly hoping to finish it first
Never dare to wish for a moment
Or you'll stumble off the path and fall back to earth

Nights solid blackness is closing in fast
I keep thinking of a great spell to cast
Maybe if the white dragon was simply asked

Off we ride on what is now unfortunately my journey too
I can feel the dark horse muscles flow so smoothly under me as we flew
Out loudly I pray to Goddess Athene, that this nightmare we will both live through

We emerge from the security of my forest, at the foot of the mountain
The knight tells me we must find Pirene the inspirational fountain
On the speed of this steed I was counting

Because I can feel the darkness creeping
And my branded skin is calling out to the evil, it's weeping
I whisper to my knight so our darkened ride can't hear, "this speed we must be keeping"

The thought of my quest crosses my mind
My mother was what I wanted so much to find
But I'm afraid that dream I'll have to leave behind

The demons horse starts the steep rocky climb up the path
We are heading toward the white dragons wrath

It is starting to break dawn
The feeling of evil chasing is gone
So now I start chanting the Dragons sweet song

" LEANA sister of the dragon moon
Please fly down from your heights, we need your help soon
Please heed my chanted tune
And meet me by the fountain Pirene by noon
Or the earth may soon lay in ruin"

Me and the knight reach the fountain's wondrous water just after mornings light
The sky was a beautiful redish orange sight
I know by the sky's tinge today is going to be a fierce fight
That is going to lead well into tonight

We dismount and I use one of my strongest talismans to secure the beast so it can not flee
I stoop by the old crumbling fountain to drink in the cool liquid nectar, so like the poets I can be

All the greatest poets come to this magical spot
To gain unimaginable inspirational thoughts
And this kind I so desperately sought

I took I deep cool long drink and looked to the sky
And in that moment I seen the the silver streak of the dragon's body fly
And to my horror a crystal clear vision flashed before my eyes
In it the noble dragon's pure white body was coverd in thick blood it looked like she would die

As the wind blows
My hair flies in my face
This is where all I see
Is covered in a layer
But even though the layer of hair
Whipping around
And around my face
A war is going on
But peace is found
In the center of the war.
Though I may not be able to see
Through the hair that covers my ace
I still manage to see
You.
Nothing else but you.

Im so empty, not much left to love.
I shake my head riding of.
Oh I don't want to live this life.
Slice... with the knife.
Coral reefs and other pretty things.
Angel's with harps begin to sing.
Oh these things were destroyed.
Stab... This life I try to void.
Running coverd in honey falling to my knees.
Spoiled meat, feeling the stings of the bees.
Please... Oh God help me please.
Come and set me free.
Troubled, sad, lost, confused.
I am never happy and never amused.
This life was not for me.
Dialated pupils, sunglasses, I cannot see.
We are all made of static and tv.
Now I have lost my envy.
This life was not for me.
This life was not for me

On padded feet through the thick Fir trees and White Pines. Hot breath meets cold air as white wisp of the Grey wolf's snorts fill the long winter. Softly through snow coverd ground it presses on. With its brothers and sisters they hunt. It's thick coat acting as a shield against the cold and natural camouflage. A lonesome howl comes from a distance as the pack runs forward into the forbidding wilderness and stifling cold. Greeted by a scout, the keen sense of smell tells the pack that their next meal is near. Silently, they patrol the edges of a thicket and lay in wait. As an unsuspecting deer passes too close to the treeline, out come white fangs and tearing jaws. In a momentary fury of fur and crimson, the prey falls to the ground. The restless hunters drag their prey into the safety of the trees, where by a pail moon light, they feast and howl. For the night is short lived, they hurry back to their den, to silently slumber until hunger or restlessness drives the Timber Wolf out to hunt again.

The bibleoclasam(destroying the spirit ceremonosely)you experience is a dichotomy to me.Your atraraxia(freedom from fear) is your falter point. The pother(fuss)you give life is a beautiful mellifluous (having a rich flow).My anger phobia (fear of getting mad or angry)is not a Apple-knocker (ignorant or unsophisticated)I hope.Your smiles lights up the room and my eyes go alight. Every thing comes very pady-sticks(very easy) to me in general. I'm going to be very Gullas (bold and daring).All human action's have one or more of these seven causes, chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason or desire (Aristotle).At his best man is the Noblest of all animals, separated from law and justice, he is the worst. I count him braver who overcomes his own desire then he who conquers his enemies, for the hardest victory is over YOURSELF. Every adversity, every  failure and every headache carries with it the it the seedof an equivalent or a greater benefit. It has become apparently obvious that are technology has exceeded our humanity..(Einstein) TO be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue. These five things are gravity of the soul,,sincerity, intelligence kindness and free everlasting love. If you break your kneck, if you have nothing to eat, if your  house is on fire, then you have a problem. Every thing else is merely an inconvenience. In adversity remember to keep an even mind. Sometimes the arcasia(lack of self control).I feel in dealing with your emotional set. Your  enantiodramia(conversion of something)into the accismus(into the opposite).I can't always use euphonious(pleasing soft words)to quell your misplaced fear or anger, or unexplained science to you. I will not be glaikit(stupid ,foolish, or thoughtless)in my words. I will not try to be fagacious(transient or fleeing)explanation. But will base what I believe is a truth. My eyes twitch open as I breathe in the smoke. My mouth starts to water, and my emotions feel broke. Still I look up to those glue white blue eyes. Of the blind man who's busy sawing off my legs. And all the while he shows me that sweet tooth grin. And he kicks, kicks, kicks. These legs don't wanna quit.

Yeah they kick, kick,kick. I'll be buried in this pit.Well. I'm bleeding fast,half buried in this junk heap.With this leather bound scarecrow man. Were a roughshod  ramshackle pair. I feel you slice my tendon, and the saw blades catching on my bone. And I know so well that ant nobody gonna convince you I'm a okay spirit. You say you were almost all alone my boy. Yes we were almost all alone together. And all i will look at those celertrian blue eyes. Now all I can  hear is my laugh. Again is his spitting scream. Now all I can hear is his laugh and my scream. This I know for sure is the blue eyed beauty. And all I know for sure is that toothy swelling grin.And my nostrils twitched from the smoke and the blood. And the rusty saw blade makes a scrape and a tear. And the warm drops keep falling on my  eyelids and my face. Yeah, those warm drops keep falling on my head. He'll never put away that toothy smiling grin. And I'm screaming.Here me screaming. Hear the old ******* choking and gargling. When his wind pipe crumbles in my fist. See him drooling blood all down those sore-coverd,sandpaper lips. And while he grins a toothy boyish grin. He's grinning at me with that grin of desire. I can't get rid of the celertrian blue eyes, with the Fara Fosit smiles

lights sparkle on pine tress all over town,
kids lauphing as they sled down a hill
coverd with snow. cars wiht christmas trees in towe,
winter sun sets pink and chrimsom.
People busteling in stores, tis a time  fore joy and love,
remembering him above
time
to smile at a stranger.












by Lyn dec 9th 2015

Don't just count your steps,rather count the miles coverd/

I asked her to do me a favor :
1. Could you lay down and die ?
2. And be coverd by hordes of ******* flies .
3. Step into the path of a Greyhound bus ?
4 . Go to Africa and swim with crocodiles is a must .
5 . Be the first to go to Mars ?
6 . The last one to leave thar ?
7 . Can you swim the English Channel ?
8 . And then stay ?
9 . Don't get me wrong
10 . I never liked you anyway .