The world
does not care
if your days and nights
are torn asunder
by the crimes and tragic mistakes
of yesteryear.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
I hear, now,
the traffic of time
speeding on into
the gaping black-hole
of the avaricious
and all devouring
night.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
Land of pain
and complaints
teaching it's young
the miserable lessons of failure
and injustice that went cruelly mad.
An island
with rugged shores
that turn in
on it's own populace.
Rising.
genuflecting
and falling 'fatefully'
again
into the puddles
of it's own demise.
All that remains
is an emerald sadness
filled with living ghosts.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 5:54 AM UTC
Distance stretched
the length of our nearness
that time in the park, the Phoenix Park,
when the deer fled from our coming
and you, silently with the sound of thunder,
walked over there knowing that I, being unsure
and trying to think the reasonable thing,
would follow when desire was to strike out
and savour the wounds of a false pride.
But then the November darkness came quickly
where you had come to stop
and swirling leave shoals
rose and fell like souls
praying for the next rush
to lift them higher
before a distant bell
rang out my destiny.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 3:18 AM UTC
Come into my heart forever,
horizontally and vertically
to the greatest distances and heights.
Come and be with me in every step
and breath I take.
Come and share all the toil and hardships
of this mundane existence.
Come and divide it all
in pain with the occasional
scent of heaven.
Come, my love, into the womb
of my future.
Come, my love, come.
Come and stay for infinity!
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 5:56 AM UTC
When I am as
a rusty frame resting
in the dump
of it's own miserable present
I can but hope to become
dung
for a new spring.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
With the ever increasing tempo
of time sprinting forward,
like a thoroughbred gone frantic down the course,
the years of yesterday
dress in both the most alluring colours
and the most heart-rending sorrows.
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
A girl up the way
has entered puberty.
One day she wears
the most outlandish clothes and colours
and the next
black, gray or blue.
Fond of protecting
the little ones, in one breath,
she stands separate from adults and everyone,
in the next.
Perhaps,
she talks with classmates and girlfriends
about the changes to her body
as she throws fierce energy into gym
and pursues intensely with pimples and glasses
her various and numerous studies.
Recently,
she was halfway up
the Everest of a lamp-post
before her mother came out
and roared her down.
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
There is a woman,
so kind and great of heart,
who visits our church.
From Eastern Europe
she is tinier
than even the smallest Piaf.
When she sings
in praise and adoration of her Creator,
you can almost see
the pillars tremble
in harmony;
as her voice
totally and powerfully
pervades the innermost depths
of the entire congregation.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
The cue - the cue - the cue
for a joyful entry
Django on your radio
lures him dancing through the door
and your face plays and portrays brilliant colours
with the laughter of a spirit
being momentarily freed
from the sadness of it's earthly shackles.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC