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john oconnell Jul 2010
Where the winds blow;
where the roads roam;
where the sun drys;
where the waters flow;
where the mountains soar;
where the towns lie;
where the oceans swell;
where seeds grow;
where the rains fall;
where the flowers bloom
You are there!
john oconnell Jul 2010
A walk -
cold to begin with
but the blood soon warms up
and everything becomes
invigorating.

Sun and frost -
the trees sentinel
bare silhouettes
in a winter landscape,
as train traffic
can, more than, clearly be heard
crossing the Rhine
near Oosterbeek.

On the way
crisp reflections
on general and particular
affairs;
a clear sober mind
plotting and planning
the immediate future.

Refreshed,
with all things translucent
and in their proper places
I head for home
and coffee and a cigar.
john oconnell Jul 2010
You are like a well
of fresh water
in a desert
of desolation.

You are like a warm flame
in the cold night
of dark nihilism.

You are as a compass
in a directionless universe.

You are as a revealing flare
in a sea of distress.

You are as sense
in a maze of absurdity.

You are like a purpose
behind apparent chaos.

You are like an answer
to a long list of supplications.

You are like a surefooted guide
through the muddles realms
of space and time.

You are as a cool dawn breeze
after a night full of fever.

You are as a shining star
in the essence of our beings.

You are like the finest cut diamond
that sparkles in our souls.

You are like the best of wines
that brings solace to our hearts.

You are like a lover
who gives his all
in anticipation
of nothing.
john oconnell Jul 2010
The oncoming night
shall witness the gods
agonising over the destinies
of doubting souls -

bequeathed with numerous
apprehensions painted over
by theatrical lies
not revealing
admissions and guilt.
john oconnell Jul 2010
Bliss.

A
chamber
orchestra
exulting -
with
football
results
coming
in
over
a
silent screen.
john oconnell Jul 2010
Impoverishment ?

The sheen
of sun
on parked cars'
rooves
and
bonnets -

materialistic gods
in many lands.
john oconnell Jul 2010
Windows and gardens
are gradually transformed
into the threacherous abysses
of thoughts evoking fear -

there are avenues ripe for exploitation
as reluctant and innocent
fanciful minds are laid permanently bare;

fatalism in the face of an accelerating
and inevitable sense of doom and dust.
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