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Prince A McNAlly Apr 2017
You are so beautiful
And to be with you
would surely be wonderful

But yet, I have no desire
to hold or to possess you

I simply wish to bless you
with the freedom of flight

So please, don't be afraid
as I gently wrap my mind around you

Just close your weary eyes,
and listen...

Listen...
to the sound
of my hearts steady rhythm
swaying back and forth
like a pendulum

Listen...
to the slow, soothing
cadence of my breath
sailing ever so swiftly
through the seams
of these parted lips

Listen...
As I whisper
As I whisper you
from the void
of your sleepy cloud
into a renewed
consciousness

Where upon,
your sweet awakening
I shall happily bask
in the light of your joy

And revel in the winds
of your freedom

As you fly,
ever triumphant...
from your cage


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Prince A McNAlly Apr 2017
Each day, he'd sit
quietly at his desk,
sometimes,
for hours on end,
waiting for his
muse to return.

It was almost as if,
he were in some type
of trance,seemingly flirting
with the lingering shadows
of his melancholy, which often
haunted him and even taunted
him at times.

For they knew,
of all the things
in this wretched world,
his greatest desire was to write

In fact,
all he'd ever wanted
was to be a writer

Unable to embrace
the stifling stillness
often found in the echoes
of one's solitude,
he eagerly awaited the call
from the silent keys of his typewriter
sitting idly on his desk

A mere relic, collecting dust
in the shadows of the morning Sun

Oh, how he longed for them
to summon his wanting fingers
once more

How he longed to lovingly caress
each and every key

Joyously filling the quiet pockets
of air with the sweet and haunting melody of their timeless pitta patter

Oh, how he longed...
to make them sing again.

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Prince A McNAlly Apr 2017
Each morning,
upon my awakening,
I run for long, deep stretches
along the narrow edges
of my imagination

The cool sensation
of oxygen,
racing through my lungs,
causes inspiration
to spring from the well
of my deepest thoughts,
bringing life to words,
as they flow through
the womb of my pen

Taking flight...
upon paper airplanes.


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Prince A McNAlly Jun 2015
Come here
Come here
mi amor (my love)
And smile for me
Because every time you smile
I long to dance
with that magic sparkle
that lives in your eyes
So come here
Come here
mi amor!(my love)
and smile for me

For every time you smile
I fall in love with your magic sparkle
over and over and over...again

Come here...

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