Kelly O'hara

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder so they say.
But beauty can hold so much pain.
For it can serve as a mask to hide the shadows of the past.
Beauty comes in many forms, be it abstract, human or animal.
You have to see beauty in all things no matter what the shell contains.
The eye of the beholder may see what isn't true, But that doesn't mean it's no less wonderful.
No one is perfect everyone has faults and regrets, but that just make you human.
Take a flower breath it in, it's petals aren't perfect they are different in in forms and sizes from another, Yet the flower is just as beautiful as any other form of nature.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Written 20th May 2014

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Legacy of War

Bear witness to the legacy of war the tears is has brought.
Bear testament to the deadly game of cat and mouse.
Every tale of daring do, the deaths, the heroism it's the legacy of war.
In the cold in the dark the legacy of war lurks in the minds of those left behind.
Never forget the storms will clear, never stop or give into the fear.
The legacy of war does not have to be cold, what we treasure most are our memories of our heroes.
We can be victorious and let them be glorious, until we can conquer vengeance and sorrow.
It maybe never ending this legacy of war, after all we endure there will be light at the end of the tunnel.
This is what is the legacy of war.
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#war #loss #warfare

Kelly O'hara May 2014

The Archer

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
He bends you with his might his arrows go swiftly and far.
The archer loves the arrow that flies,he loves the bow that is stable.
The arrow of the archer weaves the threads to your heart as if,your beloved was the cloth.
Fragment of spirit litter the paths of life, his soul cries out to them.
The archer has the flame that burns therein, this he said in words.
But much remained unsaid inside his heart.
For himself he could not speak his secret.
The archer takes another breath in the still of the air, another look cast backward, Only to be another murmur in the glade.

Written 17th May 2014

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Matters of the heart

My heart cries out my soul is among the stars,
It is a matter of the heart.
How shall i go in peace without sorrow?,
Not without a wounded spirit shall i leave.
Long were the days i spent in pain, i spent them inside the walls.
Shall my heart become heavy and shall my desires overflow,
like a fountain? It is a matter of the heart.
My spirit and my love has walked among many faces as light and shadow.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you and now stands revealed, It is a matter of the heart.
The tears fall upon my breast the earth shakes, the secrets and matters of the heart shall be forever known, Knowledge that is a fragment of life's heart.
Speak not to me of matters of the heart, for the gates have been flung open and i pray for silence in my soul.

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Written 13th May 2014

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Heartbeat of the Universe

Feel your heart beat to the rhythm of the universe.
Feel your soul dance to the thundering beat.
Feel your heart beat match the beat of nature.
See the colors clash and flash to the heartbeat of the universe.
Stars and planets are born to the heartbeat of the universe.
Eyes are open to see the horizon instincts bloom into life.
Echoes from ages past flow through the universe like the beat of a heart.
I have found the paradox, found the wonder in the universe.
Open your soul to the heartbeat of the universe.

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Human

Being human doesn't mean being perfect anyone can see.
The whole world bares witness to the essence of being human.
Brightness and shadow,ancient and youth,
life and death,color and shade,beauty and ugliness, Riches and poverty, that's being human.
Life isn't flawless, people are often reckless and relentless.
Is being human a punishment nobody knows.
It doesn't matter what it is nobody has gotten alive out of life yet.
Being human is anything but bliss,
But if being human means anything less than purity of thought,
heart and mind, are we really human at all?.

Written 9th May 2014

Kelly O'hara May 2014

Your're my rock

You may see me struggle when times are hard.
Regardless if I'm weak or going to stand tall,
You're there for me cause you're my rock.
Life is never easy I'm going to fight to live.
I wear the biggest smile cause of you.
Life turns a page i hope my decisions are good, Knowing what didn't **** me would only make me strong.
I have been scared and alone but you lit the way for me,
Cause you are my rock.
You're my earthly angel I'd be nothing without you.
The road to success is never straight but with you're stead fast faith in me,
I'll make it cause you are my rock.