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Noel Irion Jul 2011
but, why?
as a million reasons run through your head
pondering what could be enough to justify your motive,
one after the other are quickly discarded,
for the pinch-hitting surprise attack has just arrived.

why not?
Noel Irion Jul 2011
independently,
we can all grow together
as the willow's hair.
Noel Irion Apr 2011
Two days old, as hours foretold,
Wisdom is a gift, heartily gifted so.
Life’s greatest mysteries left to unfold,
Hourglass sand drowns the catacomb.

Time perceived through linear scopes
Shows present truths and fallacies as heard.
Elope distinctions, divorce similarities,
For the world is backward and time, reverse.

Lessons learned, reiterate the word,
Responsibility, the key to community.
Prosper, live long,
Disease is only deadly when extinct is the immunity.

Freely versed, lyrically rehearsed,
Speaking from the heart blends emotion at the worst
With flint and tinder
Striking up fire, but always a spark first.
a gift for my father's 48th birthday
Noel Irion Aug 2011
rhyme and rhythm now
strike up a fancy, somehow,
so natural. *(bow)
Noel Irion Aug 2011
why, oh why,
can't we lie here so.

i've told you a million times,
i just can't let you go.

you are my sunshine,
photosynthesis keeps me breathing.

the second you close that door behind you,
i swear i'll cease both living and seeing.

without you i am midnight,
shadows lurk around every turn.

is it wrong to say i'm afraid of the dark,
i need your light in my lantern to burn.

one if by land,
two if by sea,
none if by chance
you have gotten over me.

you raise me up,
the atlas to my globe.
you give me direction,
the road map to my world.

i know i may be imperfect,
but that's where the fun comes in.

you can always trust me,
to flinch as you tickle my skin.

i may sometimes put my guard up,
but a surely penetrable shield.

you, my queen, are supreme,
in both the wisdom and weapons you wield.

you the cat and i the mouse,
yet it's i who chases you round the house,

a twisted relationship none will soon get,
but perhaps that's why it hasn't started yet.

if i were yin you'd be my yang,
you keep me wholesome, you keep me sane.
who knows which country you call your domain,
i just wish i could say i knew your name...

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