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 Apr 2015 Conri Finnerty
Helen
When repeating from an unknown source, it is still respectful to say
"These aren't my words"
of course, just borrowed thoughts
 Apr 2015 Conri Finnerty
Helen
Come unto to us
as you promised
yet you hide

Step up, be a Man
your absence
is damaged pride

Bring forth your rapture
Shower the Earth
in Heavenly Rain

Or else step back
and return to Myth
in disdain

Don't preach to me
in fairy tales
drowning in contradictions

Come unto us

I Wish to God

to be free
of this affliction
Religion (organised or otherwise) makes my skin crawl...
 Apr 2015 Conri Finnerty
Miranda
Sunshine after the storm?
All I've seen is rain.
Things get better?
Too late, I'm already going insane.
I'll find happiness?
Apparently not soon enough.
Life has its bumps?
More like life is rough.
I'm beautiful the way I am?
Please, I see right through your bluff.
I'm being ridiculous?
Really, because I feel like I'm dying.
I'll be okay?
You only say that because you never witness me crying.
I'm perfect?
Have you even looked at me.
I have a distorted view?
Well what I see is what I see.
I need to eat?
No, I don't.
You'll make me?
No, you won't.
What's wrong with me?
I wish I knew.
I'm going to die?
Well, just know I love you.
You'll get me help?
I can't be fixed.
Stop being negative?
Sorry, my feelings are mixed.
I have such a bright future?
How can I when I'm broken.
You love me?
My love I've already spoken.
My friends love me?
I have no friends.
I have tons of friends?
Are you kidding me, I have one.
People will miss me?
Just stop, I'm done.
 Apr 2015 Conri Finnerty
Helen
I’ve sketched a thousand pictures
of you, over a millennium of time
There is a great winged demon
with poison in its veins
and fire in it’s eyes

and horns

The snake in the long grass
morphing into a chameleon
The Greek god, all flowing hair
and rippling muscles
A rose, out of season

with deadly thorns

a Warrior, a Monk, a Conductor
that led the symphonies
of the world into song
A man who laughed
in the face of danger
A broken boy that wept
A knight that charged in upon
a wicked steed
drawing a sword and standing tall
against a world that would do you
wrong

I’ve painted an exhibition
that the world would die for
Accessing the memories of a Hero
only I know what I saw
After so much colour and pageantry
witnessing each lightening stage
It’s hard for me to stand here
Empty
in front of a blank page
6th January 2012
 Apr 2015 Conri Finnerty
Vincent
The moonlit water
My mirrors stare back at me
It is silver glass

Hot is the summer
Waves of heat rise from the sand
The sun scorches the earth

Red is the night sky
Their blood was shed on the field
The soldiers lie still
Explain to me why
In my dreams you kiss my lips
But in life leave me

— The End —