Like if I do not have your sympathy,
Like if I sure know how to fall,
Like if this was all made out for me like a bit part symphony,
Like no where to shout and to call,
Just a simple evaluation,
Like Sunshine on the common
That brush that moved the heaven
Like more and more adore, so simply on line once more,
Like more and more like never before,
Like more and more what belies and what bestows.

How can this be the answer to our prayers?
How can this be so far away?
How many times, how many times have we crossed,
A future apart from me,
How not so long ago how the reel to real splits and it slows, it breaks it spin, stops to a halt,
Re wind the film again, memories swift and bound my friend,
Film flicker like a butterfly started with an amazing smile, to the eye as we kissed each others lips, caressed thy waiting body finger tips,
Like snow white is gleaming like if I do not know.

Like if I do not know it,
Like somewhere of the past,
Like perhaps they called me Daisy,
Like if I'm in a driven world that's fast,
Like if it is driving me crazy,
Like if in no other pearl,
Like a spirit of devotion,
Like I'm in a separate world.

Like if I don't have your sympathy,
Like if your waiting for the fall,
Like if this was made out from my own symphony,
Like if an orchestra played it at all,
Like know my wonder,
Just like a plain old simple evaluation, Like words to send whispers in scriptures rolled up of thunderous line pictures, described like no other verse at all.

Like strawberries,
Like honey bees,
Like garden pots,
Bits and bobs,
Its the story of my life,
Like no more sender of my fall.

O'Reily@01072014

Mainly to you I speak un founded,
To take a glimpse, a staring eye not knowing how you felt or how you sounded as the recipient of this.

O'Reily 03062014

He threw his stone at the lake,  I watched his stone skip 5 times as it kept awake. From the twist of his hand to the magic he makes,
to a skip stone I could never repeat!

His hands like shovels I like the way he scribbles,
Self taught instructed by the heart exceptional he built his habitat,

O'Reily 03062014

Sale of heart,
Expiry date unknown.
Feels like a lost soul on a river boat,
Heading on with just some hope be known..

The glass kept moving on the ouiji board,
Spelling things of question shall be bought,
Faster its power,
Faster it tips over,
Faster it crashed,
Since the curse of Paul Parish!

Life has never been the same,
That building gone nothing remains,
The death of Paul had come on sudden,
A week after I saw him a friend had told me.

The glass kept moving fast on the ouigi board,
Spelling things of question that shall be bought,
Faster its power,
Faster it tips over,
Since it has smashed,
The curse of Paul Parish.

Squalid tips on the neighbour hood,
Truth it hurts all the days that had judgement adjourned,
Let fate take it and so it should, scratched in reputation on a no un certain path of life with all your best ambitions,

O'Reily 0306201

The calm before the storm,
Wake up and it's gone,
The right arm of the law,
It scrubs out what we ignore,

As one by one we fall,
As General's make their call,
Its never the twain,
As all it's never the same,

As time had stood so still,
On a war path for its ****.

She's on a war path,
Blitz cleans up those,
She's on a war path,
Her defining trumpet blows.

The War as if it's over,
She cleans up all distress,
The last post to the wake,
The cuddle toast of her handshake,

Time waits for no one,
No one he believed,
Just one more circumstance,
To Face the music and concede..

She's on a war path,
Blitz cleans up those,
She's on a war path,
Her defining trumpet blows,

She's on a war path,
She's on her war path,
You know her war path,
Please stop your war path!

War path, she's on a war path broom!

O'Reily29052013

I wrote a poem two days ago! I meant to put it on here yesterday,
It was called 'easily read easily said'!
It was O'Reily a special moment for me and of the rhyme it took to be complete.. When you end in terms of a poem with rhythm, balance and in written cliché de par example; don't look back in anger,
To O'Reily when he wrote Easily Read Easily Said..

My name is Kevin Egan I'm a poet of do I know it?
But you can call me....       'O'Reily'!,                                                      ­A Pseudonym name, you said,  you read or maybe you pointed north, the other way like an order of the day to forget and carry on with your daily push.

I copy and paste... Hails Mary Grace,
I then, once finished proceeded to paper it on @here when suddenly, instantaneous not famous not loud but proud my poem disappeared,  My hesitant scream along with a crack on my screen it appeared with Order Order!!
A poem running round me like flying words and getting away in my house,
Soundings like the swear words that had ludic in finding order like a cat chasing the mouse..  

Up it appeared Order Order under my need,  
My post title of Easily Read Easily Said the last of my poetic disorders lost in my trivial complicated head showimg its nemesis!
Like a head master out rages his dandy lip orders, ripping them up in to tiny little pieces and discarding the energy of thy work..

But no, with no saving grace it was Easily Read Easily Said!
6 long verses gone forever!
All that was left, all that maintenance to reflect,
It Was its title and you readers now taking the michael.

After a work all day, with a bed,
sleep  mammoth on my head,
I slept away.
Hours later I woke up refresh and up  getting ready to write and work on something and somehow often mesmeric,
but not touched by the dead poet in my attic.  

If anyone you know who forgets what he wrote and its burnt out in the fire smoke,
Erased from its first gibberish sketches of ambience,
If they're remembrance of each detail word, each written birth mark and of going back over with a certain cert,
Then he or she would then be an O'Really remarkable poet,

and that's not me.

In honour of the pen writer
The technology forget me fighter,
The dip in the ink calligrapher!

and dit, well is that it? Finished!

If ever I had a collection of poems for a title then O'Reily! I would call it Easily Read Easily Said!

Just need 50 more collection of poems or lyrics or is it 100?
I have burnt, learnt my lessons now
I wont pinch myself over that or lose sleep over it either thank you very much.
That is i before e except after O'Reily

O'Reily@21062014

Letter from a dead man,
His souls up where is he?
Letter from a dead man,
To Heaven or hell he will see.
Letter from a dead man,
To where at can he be?
Letter from a dead man,
No more food can he feed,
Letter from a dead man,
His life's up as you read.

Scared so scared like the millions heard,
Scared of death and me,
Food for thought like the old man said,
An innings of eighty three,

Letter from a dead man,
Stand up remember thee,
Letter from a dead man,
His hymns sheets of real cacophony,
Letter from a dead man,
Sing up and let it be,
Letter from a dead man,
Switches off his life machine,
Letter from a dead man,
A celebration of his legacy

Buried treasured no mans land
In the hills of this cemetery,
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Just remember him when he leaves.

Letter from a dead man,
To the point of its will,
Letter from a dead man,
No good when he's lying still,
Letter from a dead man,
No more laughs his body chills,
Letter from a dead man,
After he takes his last sleeping pill,
Letter from a dead man,
In Forever credible.

Disappeared no land frontier,
Tales to wander now,
Tears for fears after all these years,
Distinguished with a crown.

Letter from a dead man,
Shall he spell out to you now,
Letter from a dead man,
More ups than been downs,
Letter from a dead man,
Snarl bites from a vicious hound,
Letter from a dead man,
Safe grace under ground,
Letter from a dead man,
Not safe as it sounds.

Worry, Worry, Super Hurry,
To the day that they bereaved,
Money, Money not so funny,
Something changes as he leaves

Letter from a dead man,
Its with you that he thanks,
Letter from a dead man,
A new change of circumstance,
Letter from a dead man,
Sons&Daughters; admirals,
Letter from a dead man,
As love has a chance,
Letter from a dead man,
He's happy with its deliverance.

In days gone by I took to past,
Reflected on happiness as if to last.
So many wondrous days, jolly, quiet, crazily loved been raised.
In many parts chapter arts, like as youngsters we drove our racing carts,
I pinned a bullseye dart with an eye to target the centre of my whole being. Teenage days of bad school days to my first pint with the Trin! Laughter and such worked harder as much for the shackles I threw away!
Up, Up and away my off spring played with hay, did me proud as they made their way! Middle age to this very stage to people I've met. In love, friendship, peace and loyalty to you I will never forget.

Letter from a dead man,
Insane or nice you may think, but with a life time guarantee.
Letter from a dead man,
With r.I.p love from me..

O'Reily@05032013