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Declan Jul 2010
There was a desolate Island
Far, far away
There sat a man
Not knowing his way

His friend told him
“I know the way”
So he traveled by car and train
Boat and plane

To that desolate Island
Far, far away
Where that man now sits
Not knowing his way

He somehow landed
In that God forsaken place
Unbelieving and doubt
Mixed in his heart

On that desolate Island
Far, far away
Where that man sits
Not knowing his way

He trusted that man
To put his life in his hand
Then the cruel wheel of fate
Dropped him

On that desolate Island
Far, far away
Sitting there
Not knowing his way

The island choked
His heart and thoughts
Making him feel
As though he were alone

On that desolate Island
Far, far away
Sitting there
Not knowing his way

He decided one day
To make a way
To get back home
And possibly escape

That desolate Island
Far, far away
Where that man stands
Possibly knowing his way

He walked to the ocean
Looked into the water
Saw his reflection
And doubt in his eyes

Because of that desolate Island
Far, far away
Where he stood at the shore
Knowing his way

He jumped in the water
Enjoying the feel
As warmth embraced him
Eliminating fear

Leaving that desolate Island
Far, far away
Where he once stood
Not knowing his way

He gave up on those
Who he thought he knew
And started over
With little fear

Away from that desolate Island
Far, far away
Where he once stood
Not knowing his way
Declan Jul 2010
As a man walked on one day
He saw a horse eating hay
He went to pet the horse
As he got there, the horse threw up his rear
The man walked off mad at himself
The man was mad and threw himself
This man is inside us all
This man is all of us when we don’t have it all
This man is a creation of us
This man is every living creature
This man has lived for millions of years
This man is Frustration
Declan Jul 2010
There is a power
Known as love
It can make you want
It can make you need
It can make you desire
When one is around
The next power in line
Can be a result of love
When the one is not around
It can make you doubt
It makes you scared
This one power
Can do too much
This one power
Is called fear
Declan Jul 2010
There is a game
That’s played with many
That breaks tables
Hurts ankles
Dives over tables
Jumps over people
Grabs four similar
Grabbing an item
You might call it dangerous
I call it spoons.
Declan Jul 2010
There is but one
One that controls
One that rules
There are but two
Two in power
Ruled at once
If there are three
It loses power
Over the one
While the two
Stays locked in its grip
If there are four
It can rule four
Or two and lose two
What is the one?
One may ask
And if you do
I’ll simply say
“Love”
Declan Jul 2010
As it sinks in—
It gets harder
To lose consciousness—temporarily—
Two things—within these—
Two days
A game to play
An adventure to have—
Which will be better?
Time can only tell!
Declan Jul 2010
The summer nights,
Oh, the summer nights,
How different from any other
A summer night.

Clear and calm
No cloud in the sky
No obstructions
From the bright shining stars

And, oh, the stars!
All arranged in a divine plan
A blueprint for the universe
No one has quite cracked

One obstruction hangs,
Though a beautiful one,
The moon, different
But still the same

The shining sphere
Hanging in the air
Gives the night hope
That day will come again
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