Channel all your pain
to the summoned fields of my sun-baked heart

let me be your long-suffering, xeriscaping soil
--once rain-fed by this love--

now as parched as
Atacama

the plateau where we bowed our heads
and pleaded for mere drops of forgiveness

Wicked was the lobsters
His shell like jellyfish's slime
Man with eagles wings and fox heads
Wolf eyed children with clocks in there brain
Am i not real like a leaf fallin from the tree
Popular pollen jaming the thoughts in the cortex
Willing to make peace winth soft sponge stones
Lone blood of infant on lithium like I
Why cry for good loses
Loses are more precious than victory
Pride is more expensive than clown like poverty
And we see like a clild falcon sniffing the sent of the worm our mother brought

Post is anonymous
mystery of this piece
written bout 1530


It aches with
loneliness and
longing and is short
but unforgettable


I came across this last week
to be precise 8/15/2018
something about it keeps
pulling be back to read
it every day ..


He or she ( me ) sat still
silent my heart aching
bittersweet intensity
longing for you

It's sublime!
The midnight back stroke,
The 3am kiss on the neck,
The 5am feeling of groin reunion,
That sweet, musky scent,
The scent of dawn love,
Raw, warm tingly dawn redemption,
The ***** relief from loves slumber,
When we get to indulge,
Sublime, my love,
Sublime,
Wait....

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  26/05/2020

In the name of nepotism
Many careers have ruined

Life is like
A dark tunnel
That has no end
Until you figure out
Your goals and dreams

As river is to sea,
Life is to death.
24/5/2020