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 Feb 2015 a
Seán Mac Falls
Bogman
 Feb 2015 a
Seán Mac Falls
Ruddy and worn,
Dusted by turf and salt,
Sun rose cheeked and blue
Clouded eye spurt in a gait
Ended by mute journeys and toil.
He breaks the long day with a shove
As the old pocked door is waiting to be
Opened.  At the crowning stand of the bar
He orders his Craic, some froth of tar, his black
Medicinal and when the tales of tall pints grow, sinking,
Live, flickering light slows and smoulders, shoulders with moist
Embers of smoke trailing by with an impromptu céilí and all is brilliant,
Blind, awful and right, cast in the sprite, spirited dance of the verbal swirlings.
"Craic", or "crack", is a term for news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation, particularly prominent in Ireland.  It is often used with the definite article – the craic. The word has an unusual history; the English crack was borrowed into Irish as craic in the mid-20th century and the Irish spelling was then reborrowed into English.  Under either spelling, the term has great cultural currency and significance in Ireland.

In modern usage, a céilidh or ceilidh ( pronounced: kay-lee ) is a traditional Gaelic social gathering, which usually involves playing Gaelic folk music and dancing. It originated in Ireland and Scotland, but is now common throughout the Irish and Scottish diasporas. In Irish it is spelt céilí.
 Feb 2015 a
Parsavagely Kompenere
He was clever.

I never considered that,
He knew exactly the words to say,
And at precisely what pace.

He convinced me.

That I was normal,
By making himself seem stranger,
Than I could ever be.

He trusted me.

When he needed it,
So that I was obliged to do the same,
When he fed me with lies.

He amended me.

So that I required him,
And couldn't live alone,
Ever.

He destroyed me.

In a single forced kiss,
That I hated so much,
But couldn't bring myself to end.

He broke me.

Without a thought,
Despite claiming to be my friend,
I will never reclaim my heart.

He took me.

For his own,
For him to do with what he wished,
For however long.

I escaped.

But too late.
 Feb 2015 a
Mercury Chap
Even the worst word like "**** everyone" won't make you feel better.
I don't really use profane words...
 Feb 2015 a
Hayleigh
Untitled
 Feb 2015 a
Hayleigh
One seed of doubt gets planted in my mind and suddenly I'm lost in a jungle.
 Feb 2015 a
Hayleigh
For you,

If you let me,
I shall love you so entirely,
so completely
That you shall never need from me
Nothing that I cannot
Provide
There shall be nothing you cannot tell me
Whisper or confide,
Nothing that you feel,
Shall you ever have to hide
Because if you allow me
I shall kiss away each insecurity
From each chain
I shall break you free
Every darkness you encounter
I'll blaze in flames
So brightly
That there's never
A second, you cannot see
Every hurdle you come across
Across each, I shall willingly
Carry, you.
If you let me,
Everything that I do,
Every moment that I live
Myself, my heart, my soul,
My life,
To you I shall give.
 Feb 2015 a
Dark n Beautiful
A map of love:

I take metro link to work everyday
To witness the short journey of the white death
You could see it on their faces , the look of the dark
  mask of Magnanimity, the uneven tones,

The beeping sounds of the feeding tubes,
attachments so faulty, so unethical which
does more harm than good
Where doctors in Denim jeans and white labs coats, says
“There is nothing else we can do"

When I visualize for the joy:  its triggers happier moments
My family outings, the smiles, the laughter and the togetherness
And most of all my Vegas slots game machines
Whatever, it takes for me to make it through the days.
These memories I will always cherish them

I truly missed my younger days,
I want my daughters to experience the joy of life
Before settling for this kind of modern map of love,
at one point in your life you were the life of the party.
Death is the end of all men




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A sad write my friend.. being in the nursing field isn't so easy..
 Feb 2015 a
Derrick Feinman
Humans create lines
Create, live, and die by them
Nature doesn't care
 Feb 2015 a
M
12:51
 Feb 2015 a
M
kiss me now that I'm older
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