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 Aug 2014 Celtic Lass
Ryan Jakes
Off we go with a loud hurrah
dog and kid and stuff in the car
buckling up and blasting some tunes
singing along like a couple of loons.
Taking a ride on a sunshine highway
stopping off at finnegans wake
we'll poke out our tongues at the world rushing by us
and belly laugh wildly for belly laughs sake.
We'll sing of tattoos and rowdy bar fights
and rats lounging in vats of ale
I'll silence myself as the bagpipes start blowing
and smile as my little guy takes it away
I'm not sure he quite understands what he's singing
nor that he cares as he fist pumps the air
I watch as he blushes at the lyrics with swears in
then sings them quite loudly, as if I'm not there.
This music you sent us, makes us feel alive
and Kiss me I'm ******* is fun when your five
not suitable listening for such tender ears
but his grin is far wider than it's been in years.
So God bless the Murphys and God bless you too
for bringing such joy on our trip to the zoo.
Thanks for the tunes Cal! :-)
 Aug 2014 Celtic Lass
Ryan Jakes
There is no time for writing
barely time to tie my shoes
my boy he runs me ragged
and the weather's got the blues.

I need me some alone time
it it wrong to ask for space
when my little man-child monster
gets that look upon his face?
the one that looks for mischief
with a wicked gleam in eye
that lets me know with half cocked grin
that trouble's standing by.

I often wish for boredom
I think it might be nice
to sit there, still, in silence
as the world passes me by.
I'd get on with some reading
do the garden, tidy up
I might even get to see the bottom of my coffee cup (never happens)

Now that I'm done complaining
about how this life's so hard
I realise that I've been dealt
one of life's finest cards...
His hair it smells of meadows,
though his feet may smell like cheese
(seriously, what is that?)
his eyes they melt me everytime
he lifts them up to me
so we'll chase around together
rowdy boys and mucky fights
and I will count the hours
till it's time to say goodnight.
I saw a star that sliced the sky,
and to my surprise
it sliced twice
more,

thrice the flash,
I rubbed
my eyes,
and,

was warned

I saw a cloud that filled the sky,
and to my reprise
its light was
warm,

lightning flashed
I rubbed
my eyes,
and,

was formed

I saw the sun
inside the
moon,

behind a cloud
and inside
a wound,

where,

I was
born.
 Aug 2014 Celtic Lass
Ryan Jakes
I hated leaving you there
while your skin is still transparent,
while your steady heart is shaking,
your lungs scarred from silent screaming
and your eyes haunted by the unseen.

You stood waving in the rain
hoping it would drown your tears
and disguise the effort behind your smile.
I drove away, platitudes delivered
and hope left behind to flourish in your care.
You stood waving in the rain and in that moment
your fragile beauty caught my spirit
and all was beyond me.
I hate goodbyes.
 Aug 2014 Celtic Lass
Sjr1000
The first comment
I received
a "*******"
with a smiley face
I laughed off
wouldn't you?
Kind of crazy
kind of creepy
put it away as some one
we all know.

The second comment
came
with the usual language refrain
I was a "hack"
my words were "dreck".
The disparaging words about
my dead mother
gave me pause to reflect.

The third comment and more
began to recall
information of past
faux pas
secret affairs
one or two personal pecadillos
never mentioned beyond
the
dialogues in my mind.
Embarrassing I know.

I, of course,
went to the home page
to see
if it was someone
known to me.

No identifying data
but a picture I remembered vaguely
from a past I didn't know.

The trolling continued
relentless I would say
pulled the plug
put up a block
but
wouldn't you know

The comments continued
to come into my dreams
brutal criticism
of
every move I made
the day finally arrived
when I realized

Alter personalities were shedding off of me
like
psychological psoriasis
They were
hitting the ground running
I was
finding poems
I didn't remember writing
clothes I never bought
People kept hugging me
I had never met before
they
knew me far to well
called me many names
none of which were mine.

The silence of my nights were broken
when I found myself
in my car on Highway 101
returning from where I did not know
with a smile on my face
illegal drugs in my pocket.

How did I get here?
How did we get there?
Where are we now?

Another account opened
on Hello Poetry
with an anagram of my name.

I find my days
getting shorter and shorter
it became clear
I had become the dream
The others
had become me.
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